"Honk Honk," Ava pounds on her horn. This is why she hates the city, the damn traffic. Her assistant doesn't even have a driver's license. In New York City why would you need one with all the different transportation? Ava could call an Uber and it would get her from point A to point b faster. But Ava hates that way of transportation. The drivers are rude and most of them refuse to let you have a dog. You can't have one unless it is a therapy dog.
Ava puts on the radio a station that focuses on good music, the 2000s, jams. Ava's mood is completely lifted an old Maroon 5 song comes on.
The nostalgia radiating off of this song is everything. Ava starts singing along to the song. She then attempts to stay on tune, but it is challenging with Adam's vocal range.
"She with be loved and she will be loved." Ava agrees with these lyrics, she will be loved by a man of her choice one day. Traffic starts moving and the song stops and the guy on the radio's voice booms. Ava turns down the volume and lightly pushes on the gas.
"Are you ready to bask in the glory of our music, first we are going to be excepting a few call-in requests? Is there someone you want to make feel special? Well if there is please call our hotline now." Ava turns off the radio to calm down.
The rest of the way there is not easy, but it is barely time for the appointment. Ava gets to the destination in almost, no time.
She is having a meeting with Abdula, not the man she just had a one-night stand with adoring grandmother. She takes a deep breath, she wants to stay cool and not give away anything. She strolls into the restaurant, then walks up to the reservation desk.
"Name?" The older woman asks she is in her mid to late 60s and has seemed to have aged remarkably.
"Ava Willows," Ava says with a smile. The woman looks at the list and nods.
"Ms. Willows, Ms. Guard has been here waiting ten minutes." Ava's jaw drops at this, Abdula was not supposed to be twenty minutes early.
She is always ten steps ahead of Ava, and Ava tried to be ahead of her and failed.
"Right this way Ms.," The reception lady says, Ava looks at the tag and sees her name is Isabella.
"You have a gorgeous name," Ava says, attempting small talk with the woman. Ava has never been good at keeping up to date on women. They tend to be too much to handle at times. Take a glimpse at Mr. Guard for a second, he is a handsome successful rich guy who just wants to find love. Instead, he gets some crazy girl with a baby and the one-night stand with someone who is about as emotionally available as a dead person. Not that extreme, but she is too closed off from the world.
Ava brought a dog cage so Bear can join the evening. The same lady shows her to the table.
"What drinks would you like to start with?" Ava is quick to answer.
"Red Wine and leave the bottle." Abdula smiles and hugs Ava. She squeezes so tight that when she lets go she can feel that her back cracked.
"Look at those child-bearing hips you have. You have a body a man and a baby would kill for. I miss my figure. You are tiny, but just the right amount. You have breasts like your grandmother and eyes like your father once did." Abdula smiles as Ava sits down at the table for two.
Ava hardly remembers her birth mother, she abandoned her when she was six, and then no matter where she went, she never found her or even thought about looking.
Ava's father remarried and then, he sent her to her grandmother. He told Ava she was the reason her mom left and abused the heck out of her. Ava only remembers the trip home from the hospital. With all the traveling Ava has done over the years she has thought about looking up her mother. Ava got dropped off at grandma Beth's and she waited weeks for her mom to come back to pick her up. It has been 20 years since she has seen her real mom. Grandma Beth is now living with her new husband battling breast cancer. Ava bought them their house paid for their wedding and pays currently for their lifestyle. Ava still wishes she could do more even though Beth won't accept it.
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The Billionaire's Golden Girl
Romance*A Wattpad Featured Story* A one-night stand can mean anything, it can also mean nothing. "Ugh, I hate these events especially with no plus one," Seth complains to his assistant. "Well you are going and that is final!" She hands him his pressed suit...
