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Chapter Twenty-Five🔥

⚠️Warning⚠️

Contains sexual content.

Ava’s POV

Walking into the manor I head straight to my room, trying to drown out the voices around me. My mind was a jumbled mess as I tried to focus on one thing at a time. So much had happened in the last few hours, and I needed to put it on paper just to remove the clutter from my mind. I loved being organised, and lists were the one thing that kept me from feeling anxious. There was something about a fresh white piece of paper filled with bullet points of what needed to be done or achieved that settled my nerves. Crossing out each one with a red felt-tip pen when I had accomplished each one. Once I enter the room, I headed for the small antique desk next to the window, pulling the only drawer open in search of what I needed. Fresh papers, pens and other stationery items were placed inside the drawer as I collected what I needed, sitting down at the desk while my hand moved across the page.

1. No hanky panky before having a proper conversation with Yaakov!

That was on the top of the list, and an important one for me. I needed to keep my hornyness locked away before speaking with him, and the irritation I felt at his lack of understanding was something that crawled at my skin. Like, how fucking hard was it to be truthful? It wasn’t hard to come to the conclusion that he was into something illegal. Like the guns wernt a dead giveaway? But why not let me in? We had been intimate only yesterday, giving part of myself to him that no one else saw or touched. All I was asking for was a glimpse into the man that I had fallen in love with. Didn't he think I would want to know? Or was it in their custom to not share anything with the women in their lives? I shake my head at these thoughts, wondering what the hell has gotten into me. I'm not his woman. And just because we shared something amazing, didn't mean he felt the same as I did. Even though his mother and sister said as much. So many questions were left unanswered. This was one thing that troubled me greatly. How could I fall so hard for a man that I barely know?

2. Desert Dinner! Yes or No?

I needed to think this one through. I still didn’t like the idea of strange men bidding on me for a chance to go out on a date. Even if it was all innocent as they claimed, I needed to feel comfortable first, and having dinner with someone who wasn't Yaakov left a sick feeling to settle inside my heart.

3. Research this “auction”

They claimed all of the money raised went back into the country, and this was something I needed to see with my own eyes. Records, funding, transaction, I needed to see all of it. I don't intentionally mean to say that Mrs Avraham is a liar, but this was something that happened all too often back home when donations were involved.

4. Figure out a way to contact my family.

This was a must! And I would not settle for anything less than a phone call. I missed my family, and I hated the thought of them thinking I was dead or taken.

“What are you doing?” I yelped at the sudden crack in my silence, dropping the pen as I shot up out of my chair. I spun around and lock eyes with Yaakov’s intense hazel orbs, watching me with curiosity as his eyes travel over my shoulder, resting on the list of things that I had scribbled down. My heart was racing at an alarming rate as I fought to hold my body in place, not wanting to lean into him and breathe in his scent that drove me fucking wild. He was so close that I could see the flex of green swimming in his eyes. "Nothing" I choked out, my body trembling as he moves closer towards me, his warmth began to surround me, feeling it warm up my body while I fought to look away. His eyebrows lift when a smirk appears on his face, my cheeks heat up instantly as I mentally slap myself. He saw what I had written! How embarrassing! I suck in my bottom lip while he moves his focus back to me, a devilish glint overtakes his eyes, and I know that I am fucked! "Hanky panky?" I close my eyes at the humiliation of using such words, but it was all that came to mind when I was writing it all down. I'm not used to using words like fuck, and sex...well, I could have used the words make out or being intimate. Too fucking late now!