Your Irresistible love

Chapter Thirty

Sebastian

I watch her from afar for the next two hours. Ava's her confident self again. She orders everyone around and keeps checking every little detail that could lead to confusion on the presentation day. As I expected, she treats Simone as if nothing happened.

Ava is a strong, independent woman. The thought that the lowlifes who cheated on her made her doubt herself even one bit, makes me want to find those idiots and smash their faces. She's amazing, and any man who doesn't see that is a fool. Their loss, my gain.

I almost came undone seeing her like that inside. My beautiful Ava was so fragile, so scared that I might hurt her. I flex my palms, rage coursing through me. No one will hurt her again. I'll see to that. I want Ava just the way she is. She wiggled her way into my every thought, filling a void I thought would remain unfilled. I won't ever desire another woman.

After precisely two hours, I walk up behind her. She's dismissed almost everyone, and she's now looking for something in her bag, with a lovely frown on her face.

"Your two hours are up," I tell her over her shoulder. She flinches, but then turns around, a grin spreading on her face.

"I know."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Home, but I'm starving. Let's pick up some food on the way."

"That's my girl. Nothing can stave off your appetite."

"Nope, not really."

We buy tacos on our way home and devour them in the car. She's silent the whole way, as if struggling with something. She wants to tell me something, but I won't pressure her. When she's ready, she'll talk. Once inside the apartment, that moment seems to arrive. Ava looks up at me, her face flushed.

Leaning against the kitchen island, she says, "Sebastian, I want to apologize for the way I reacted back there."

"What exactly do you think you must apologize for?"

"Crying. Trembling. Basically, losing my shit. You didn't have to see me like that."

"You were vulnerable." I push a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. "When you moved in here, I told you I wanted to know every part of you. I meant that. I'm not here just for the fun or sexy times. I'm here to love you. Every part of you."

Her tiny body squirms, and she offers me a shy smile.

"I want to make one thing clear. The fact that those assholes cheated on you is not your fault. Trust me. You're wonderful."

"You, Mr. Charmer, must give me the name of the charm school you attended. Men worldwide need to follow suit."

"Oh, it's Mom's school of I'll-kick-your-butt-if-you-mistreat-a-lady. It was very effective."

"Well, I'll let her know she did a wonderful job."

"She did. Now," I drop my head to her ear and whisper, "I believe we have unfinished business."

Instantly, goose bumps form on her arms, which is one hell of a turn-on.

"Is that so?" Her voice is playful and, at the same time, uneven. "I don't remember."

"You don't?" I feather my lips on her neck and shoulder, enjoying hearing her breathing pattern become more labored.

"No, was it dessert?"

"You can call it that if you want to."

I hoist her up in my arms and she tilts her head back, laughing. I'll never get enough of her laughter. After getting us to the bedroom, I lay her on the bed and lean against the windowsill.