Vulpecula ✔️

Her Parents.

Kayden's POV.

"- like you care. And it's not your jet. It's papa's so you should stay out of it." I heard Ava. We had a hotel suite with four bedrooms, with attached bathrooms and a big hall. "No I don't care. I'm soon going to turn eighteen and you shouldn't be worried about any of it."

There was silence for a long time. I could hear Ava shuffle around the room. It felt wrong to eavesdrop on her but something in her voice made me stop. There was so much anger, and if I didn't know her, observe her enough, then I would think that it was only anger. But it was vulnerability too. A silent plea in her voice.

"I'm sorry father. For bothering you with my existence." I stiffened. So it was her father. That spineless man who let his wife manipulate him into abandoning his own daughter. Anyone with or without eyes can sense that Diana is just self obsessed. She is a fucking gold digger. My father and mother have talked about her enough. And even though they never spoke bad about her, with their description and her behaviour the other day I realised that she is just a conceited bitch.

I feel bad for her. With the little bits that I know or rather heard the other day, I know that Ava's parents abandoned her right after giving birth to her. It boiled my blood to see Diana talk to Ava like that. I've hated the two Mickelsons since then.

When I heard nothing but silence on her end, I knocked the door carefully. With my sharp hearing I picked up her soft feet padding towards the door. It was cute. And I've never thought of anything as cute before. Her height, her chubby cheeks, her big eyes and her pouty lips. She is a seductress. An angel who was sent to redeem us. But I don't deserve that. I'm selfish, bad, dark and always angry.

"Huh?" She made that noise, of surprise. My heart thumped louder for a second and then it calmed down. So calm that I felt as if everything was okay. Her eyes did this to me. Those bright eyes which seem to shine a thousand sun's, but deep inside they're burning, suffering, all alone.

"Dinner." That was the only word I could manage. I could not look beyond her eyes, her face, her cheeks and her lips. Her soft features looked so inviting under the yellow lights of the room. Her hair reaching down to her mid back in crazy waves. Her lashes curled in the most sensuous way inviting me in, to devour the owner of them. Her soft tiny body was clad in a tank top and some shorts, all of her legs visible for my eyes to ravish, but for some reason I wanted to look inside her eyes, know what they hide.

Ava is the most tempting person, I do want to take her to bed and do unimaginable things to her, but before that I want to know her. Those eyes, those slight tremble of her chin, those small pouts of her lips, that body that reacts so differently. I want to know her and then the places on her body which can drive her mad.

There has never been an urge in me to know someone as I do with Ava. I want to satisfy herself and me. Her before me. Always. Pleasure is a far fetched thought with her. I want to know her on a deeper level. A spiritual level and then on the physical level.

"Kayden? You okay?" Ava touched my shoulder and shook me lightly. I zoned out. And possibly freaked her out.

"Yes. What do you want for dinner?" I asked her. My voice was softer than ever. Just for her. She will become my ruination. Everything that I've ever stood for, she makes me want to forget and forgive myself. She makes me want to believe that I'm a good person and that I deserve happiness. Though lately, I doubt she even thinks of me.

"Of course something Indian. We aren't having pizza sitting here okay. And where is Clayton?" She was in an overly chirpy mood and I figured that she was upset and didn't want anyone else to know. Something about her conversation with her father made her upset and now she is pretending. Why is she pretending?