It begins with us.

Chapter Twenty-Two🔥

⚠️Warning⚠️

Contains sexual content.

Yaakov's POV

I smiled while running my tongue over my bottom lip, a shiver making its way up my spine as I continued to taste Ava in my mouth. It had been two days since our violent encounter happened in her room I was holding on by a thin thread, wanting nothing more than to repeat it over and over again till there wasn't a drop left in that exquisite pussy of hers. How was it possible to still taste her after every meal I had? Or drink that I consumed? My mind had imprinted her flavour to memory, and nothing on this green earth would erase it. She was my drug, and now that I had tasted her, and held her in my arms there was no way I was letting her go. The thought was unthinkable to me, and I was hoping and praying she felt the same way. Of course, she did, or she wouldn't have expected the offer of our date. Which was taking place exactly thirty hours from now. I smiled to myself as I felt a hard nudge connect to my left leg from underneath the table, my eye's snapping up towards the culprit, making contact with Ava’s narrowing ones from beside me. She might have played that she was annoyed, but that smirk trying to escape from her sweet lips told me something else initially. She knew of the thoughts running ramped inside my mind, knowing full well that she was imagining the same as I.

"It was so wonderful that you decided to join us for lunch today Yaakov" Mama smiled over at me from across the other side of the table. "But I feel like I owe the thanks to this lovely lady next to me" She beamed towards Ava, laying a gentle hand over hers. Ava blushed a hard red at my Mama's words, smiling shyly down at the empty plate in front of her. "Thank you for the idea Ava, lunch with my family was a wonderful idea, just what an old woman needed"

"Your not old Mama"

Rivka sighs, rolling her eyes in amusement as Danial orders another Vodka tonic from the passing waiter.

"I'd say you're just...seasoned"

Her hand moved so quickly that I would have sworn Danial had faked the reaction, rubbing the back of his head as chuckles and gasps flew around the table. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Danial loved being scolded and hit by our Mama, with the amount of times his unfiltered mouth opened.

"Watch yourself, Danial, I may be seasoned as you so lovely put it, but it would serve you well to remember who my father was dear, and who trained me."

I chuckle while reaching over to collect my glass of water, watching as the sun from the afternoon collected around Ava like a halo of white light. Her brown hair was down, hiding her exposed shoulders as the teal Halter Neck Knot Dress that Rivka picked out for her hugged her body like a canvas. The colour brought out her eyes against her tanned skin, and the white plush chair that she was resting in made her shine out like a beacon that it was hard not to stare directly at her.

"Now that is all out of the way, can we expect anything else to leak out from your mouth darling?"

She smiles lovingly in Danial's direction, watching as he mutters a no, setting his glass down in front of him. Rivka is visibly biting her tongue, not wanting to burst out with laughter as Ava relaxes back into her chair, finding this whole scene to be quite amusing.

"So, the diner is only a few weeks away, and I have received all of the RSVPs from the families." Mama voices as she opens the golden folder laying in front of her. "Each of the young ladies has agreed in participating in the auction, but I'm afraid that we are one short."

"Who is it?"

Rivka asks, reaching for her glass before Mama pulls out the list of names.

"Abigail Shivka, her father didn’t think that his daughter's first time out in our satiety should be at an auction."