𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Under the Stars

I watch her from the shadows going inside the party house wearing mini skirt and silk shirt and hair neatly tied in pony tail. I take deep breathes to keep my temper in check. For the last week we have avoided each other after the morning at my mansion. I was fucking pissed at her for talking absolute nonsense and decided to stay away from her for a while. Until I realized that might be her plan all along.

Ava is a complicated woman and her confession on the other day only made it more clearer than before. If she had problem in sharing her vulnerable thoughts to me then she will do anything in her power to keep me out of her life. So giving up on my anger I started following her like I always did.

She has visited the fight club every single day and taken out the excess energy till she drains herself. Then she would drive home by herself. The look on her face every time she comes out of the fight club is priceless. She looks relived, happy, hopeful and almost satisfied. I can see how much the training is helping her.

However in-between all these her love for partying never stopped, I noticed her drinking lesser than before but she is still the live wire and party girl as ever. I follow her inside the house where the party is in full swing and notice her walking to the corner of the room.

Just when she was about to take a place in the high stool someone walk up to her and I see Ava's face lit up with recognition. I hide in the shadows and watch their interaction with what I recognize as burning jealousy.

Ava talking with other men and partying is nothing new but the familiarness she has with this stranger pisses me off for some reason. Especially after I've tasted her and touched every single inch of her body.

For days my bed smelled like her, my body became so attuned to her softness and it won't leave my senses. I was constantly reminded of her soft hands touching my body, her mellowing moans and her big blue eyes filled with lust.

I'm acutely aware of the dynamics we both share, while Ava is battling her feelings for me, I'm letting my obsession grow more deeper. When she wants to run away from me, I want to let her run only to catch and bring her back to me.

The stranger still has his back to me and the tension in my muscles keeps growing to the point of snapping. I want to break his neck, twist his hands and legs right in front of her but I keep my calm. I always do.

The two of them are having small talk with Ava blessing him with few smiles here and there. The smile reminds me of the teenage girl who was once obsessed with me, who never failed to show how much she was heads over heels for me. I didn't realize I was fisting my hands so hard until it started paining.

Notification from my phone gains my attention and I pull open the chat thread I've with the boys named as "The Elites". Cliche enough but what can you expect from Remi. Right?

Remi: Creepy stalker @The Eli King, if you're behind Ava's ass then kindly ask her to show up for tonight's gathering.

Bran: You could tell her yourself, Remi.

Remi: Thanks for the wonderful idea, Bran. I would have if she had responded to my hundred and fifty calls and thousand texts.

Lan: How desperate are you? Is this what you're doing in your free time, Rems?

Remi: I was hyperbolizing, you illiterate psycho

Remi: Anyways @The Eli King, can you get back with an answer?

Bran: Rest in peace. It was good knowing you.

Lan: I wouldn't agree with the statement, however RIP.

Eli: What gathering, cousin?

Remi: The usual where we sit, talk and drink.

Eli: Why am I not invited?