It begins with us.

Chapter Thirty-Two🔥

Ava's POV

I watched as six of Yaakov's men entered the courtyard, faces hard as stone while worry and rage blazed in their eyes, eyes that were penetrating the surrounding area before coming to a stop in front of tense and on guard looking Kemal. My stomach twisted into a tight knot, making my movements to freeze up as I watched one of the men talking quietly to Kemal in hushed tones. But I had heard something about what they were discussing, beach and anger, wondering what that all meant and why had that changed his calm and carefree deminer. Kemal had surprised me when he first approached me a few days ago, having a conversation about wanting to train me and help me better prepare myself against an attack, one I knew would eventually come once word got out that I was involved with Yaakov. Kemal was a sweet man, who loved his wife whole heartedly and couldn't wait till she gave birth to their first daughter. They both had two boys, Aries who was eight and Hassan who was five, and even though he loved his sons with everything he had, he wanted a daughter, a little girl that would be the apple of his eye, and that no other man would replace. You wouldn't think that this giant man, standing over six feet with wide shoulders and built like Hafpor Bjornsson from game of thrones would be so fucking sweet. But he was, and I like that.

"Ava."

My eyes snapped to Kemal, watching as his once softened features turned to something out of a horror movie. I gulped at the site of his brown eyes that were filled with an emptiness that wasn't there before, making the knot inside my chest tighten the more I looked onto his face. His lips were twisted into a sneer that sent a shiver to course down my spine, fear enveloped me as I continued to stare up at him, wondering what the hell had changed.

"Yaakov wants to see you, now."

Was all he said before two of the men that had come out and burst my little bubble appeared behind me, moving me quickly with their hands on either side of my shoulder blades. What the fuck was going on? Had I done something? Was I in some sort of trouble? I couldn't remember doing anything wrong, and if I had, why didn't Yaakov come and speak to me first? Why send his men? So many questions were rushing through my mind that I couldn't see straight, couldn't concentrate on my surroundings that I let the men guide me through the house and up to what I was assuming to be Yaakov's office, while my body remained on autopilot, trying to understand it all. My mind decided to remind me of the words one of the men and Kemal had whispered before. Beach and Anger. Was this because we had sex at the beach? had someone seen us? complained? was Yaakov upset with me because of it? regret it? All of a sudden, I felt so dirty that I hugged my arms around myself, hating that our perfect moment was ruined by my impulsive actions. I shouldn't have been so spontaneous, should have stayed in my lane, a lane I knew so well, where I was safe and in control. But loving Yaakov had shown me that I could live outside of my bubble, that I could be spontaneous and myself with him. To enjoy what I had allowed myself to miss out on. A new emotion had all of a sudden wormed its way through my veins and engulfed my entire body. Anger. I was suddenly enraged that I was in trouble for shearing a beautiful moment with the man I loved, pissed that I was about to be lectured about who and where I decided to be interment with. Fuck! this! I unwrapped my arms from around my chest and balled my fists by my side. My body felt hot, cheeks heating up while I quickened my steps, leaving behind his men and Kemal as I stomped into Yaakov's office. I pushed the door open so fast that my mind hadn't taken notice that we were not alone. Yaakov's face was full of worry when I entered before it masked into one of confusion and nervousness, eyes darting around the room and then back onto me, as if he was sending out a silent plea for help. Good. Fucker should be nervous. I marched straight up to him, standing in front of his desk and pointed a finger into his chest hard.

"If you have summoned me here like a dog, to lecture me about our night down by the beach, then you better think again Yaakov." I breathed out, narrowing my eyes up at him as I let my anger filter through my body like adrenaline. He might be a powerful man, a King in this country but, I wouldn't allow him to treat me like I was anything less than what I was worth. If he wanted a sweat and submissive bitch, then he picked the wrong women. "I don't care what people say about me, I don't care what people think about me, not anymore. All I care about is that you don't regret that night, because I sure as shit don't."