At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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We arrive back at Gianna's, and my heart is racing. Ava wasn't joking, she really did take me for a ride.
I want her.
Badly.
I casually slip my hand in hers in the short walk through the parking and lobby, then stand slightly behind her in the elevator, wanting desperately to kiss her. But I end up running my hand up and down the side of her arm.
We still gush and giggle about our drive while carrying the brown paper bags filled with booze into the kitchen. More guests had arrived, and it's a full on party now.
Gigi looks beautiful as per usual. Her tall frame towers over her guests and she almost glides across the room. She's wearing a long flowy black dress and her hair is pinned up, showing off her long neck and sharp Italian features.
She sees us walk in and eyes me suspiciously, taking not of our playfulness, and then mouths an "I'm sorry," as she avoids looking back in my direction and motions towards Ava with a rather handsome, tanned, well dressed Italian on her arm who is not her husband.
Fuck. A. Duck.
"Ava, love. This is Francesco."
"Well, of course it is," Ava flirts and smiles politely.
"Ciao Bella," he kisses her on her cheek, and places his hand on her lower back.
Watch them hands, you fucking Itai.
"Catch up with you later, Jamie." She winks and walks off when Fabio, or whatever his name is, offered to get her a drink.
"What the fuck, Gi?" I snap as we unpack the drinks.
"I promised I'd introduce him to Ava. He saw her pic on one my Insta-stories a while back, and has been nagging me ever since." Gianna says lightly.
How did I miss that?
I grunt in frustration.
"You're still on the rebound." She points out. Again.
"I'm over Madison. We're done." I say with finality and it's the honest to God truth. "Ava is fucking incredible. We just click. And now I have fucking Fabio to contend with."
"Francesco."
"Fuck off. I don't care." I skulk off and catch up with my other mates. I watch as Ava flirts and giggles with Fabio. Yes, I know it's Francesco, but fuck him. I try to enjoy myself but I can't. Its like every guy in the room seems to do a double take as she walks by. It half annoys me and half impresses me that she seems to be completely oblivious to the attention.
After dinner, her body language slowly starts to change and she looks bored as fuck.
