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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Why did he have to look so fucking good?!
I'm both annoyed and angry that it felt nice seeing James again, despite the gnawing feeling in my gut.
And finally, the truth. He appears sincere.
As excuses go, it's right up there. I'm not in favour of the method he went about doing it, but I'd probably choose my sister or best friend too, if I thought I'd lose either of them over some random one night stand.
I read the papers. It was a proper downward spiral that landed him in a horrific car accident, suspended and in rehab. Perhaps he willed himself to forget what Gianna said the night of his accident, and hearing it again triggered everything I suppose he has desperately tried to forget over the past few months since. I remember trying to tip-toe around Adam when the news broke. His hero's fall from grace was rather public.
A cascade of emotions fill me as we kiss... starting off with the familiar electricity I know is only associated to James: the glorious scent emitting from his naked torso, the pleasant tingle as our tongues touch, the heat in my stomach, the deep ache further down south, and the paradoxical jelly-lead leg syndrome.
Its counteracted by a bubbling brew of anger, hurt, humiliation and disappointment. The latter begins taking over as the former feels intoxicated by his scent and searches for his belt buckle, as his hand slips underneath my dress, groping my ass and lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his hips all too familiarly.
The brew starts overpowering my intoxicating desire for him, and I push him away, but he shows his physical strength: he let me slap and shove him earlier, not this time. He doesn't budge. Instead, he walks us towards the bed and throws me onto it playfully.
"Tell me you don't want me." James crawls between my legs and whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps down my back. He runs his hand down my arm as I come back to my senses and play coy.
"I don't want you." I say without a batter of an eyelid, trying to holding my ground.
James smirks, breathing harshly into my neck as his lips brisk the skin. "The pulse in your neck, your pupils, your breathing... they're all saying otherwise. Can you tell how badly I want you?" He grinds his crotch between my legs. If I'm being honest, I noticed the tented grey material around his crotch the second we started talking.
"You should probably ask Madison to sort that out for you," I sneer, and he chuckles, almost satisfactorily as if knowing that I read the news about them gave him some hope.
"We're not back together, Ava. We had coffee and some unfinished business to attend to."
Once again, I believe him.
James starts kissing my neck, and his lips continue their exploration, my insides start melting, even the juxtaposition of his course beard and soft lips against my skin sends ripples through my core, as a moan escapes my lips.
