Chapter 7 Aviana Scott
AVIANA SCOTT
THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up to the familiar touch of Damar needing his morning release.
I moaned, stirring in my sleep, as his fingers softly played with my essence.
Finally, my eyes fluttered open. My sleepy gaze fell on his devilish one.
“Good morning,” he smoothly told me before kissing me.
“Good morning,” I spoke into our kiss.
I wanted to feel the passion radiating from him. I wanted to want this, but my mind was everywhere. As he lay kisses down my neck and began to play with my breasts, I wasn’t aroused. Frustrations over Mia and Mythic were way louder than any desire I should have felt at that moment.
“Baby…”
He knew the reluctance in my tone, so instead of answering me, he continued to kiss down my body. He French-kissed my stomach and started to lay soft pecks over my navel to my center.
His tongue gently parted my lower lips. He took his time savoring my juices before gliding up to my clit. My back arched, and I hissed as his lips met my love button.
He moaned as he sucked.
He started giving my clit slow, open-mouth sloppy kisses.
He teased the pearl with his tongue. He sucked and drooled over it, only to lick up the drool and go back, kissing and sucking the pink bud.
His tongue gently speared into my pussy as he sucked my clit, rubbing my inner walls, thrusting inside of me.
Slowly, my frustrations faded away. I started to writhe and moan, thrusting my hips to meet his demanding mouth.
His tongue was plunging in and out of me as he slurped up the wetness. I moaned at his filthiness as he moved back to my clit, sucking hard at the tight bud.
I came apart, screaming in ecstasy, hips thrashing, juices pouring from my pussy as he continued to gently suck and slurp at my clit, helping me through the orgasm and tonguing me through the aftershocks.
“Oh my God,” I breathed as the orgasm faded.
As I attempted to catch my breath, Damar’s naked body climbed over mine. He hovered over me, watching me with adoring, lust-filled eyes.
“Are you ovulating?”
I blinked at the random question. “H–Huh?”
“Are you ovulating?” he repeated as he rubbed his length along my lips, lubricating it with me.
“No. Not yet.” Then I giggled. “You are so insistent about getting me pregnant all of a sudden.”
“It’s time, baby. I told you, I’m ready.”
His expression was loving as he brought his head to my center. He penetrated me slowly, keeping his eyes on me as he started to ride me.
A few hours later, I was driving through the city in Damar’s Bronco.
Damar usually slept in on Sundays after a long night at the club, so I was able to use his truck to go to church.
Having grown up with religious parents, I never missed a Sunday when I was young.
Even as an adult, I tried not to miss a Sunday, especially if I didn’t want to hear my parents’ mouths.
This Sunday, more than ever, I needed to be there, though.
The events of the past few days had left me feeling unsettled, and the stress was unbearable.
I had always known that Mythic was attracted to me, but I never imagined that he harbored deeper feelings.
His confession last night took me completely by surprise.
It was a revelation that both thrilled and terrified me.
The kiss we almost shared had ignited a fire inside me, but my morals had pulled me away.
I couldn’t let myself be swept up in that moment, no matter how much I ached for it.
Despite the passion I felt for Mythic, I was still committed to Damar who might not set my heart on fire like Mythic did, but he had been loyal and loving.
Our marriage wasn’t perfect; we had our problems, but they didn’t justify betraying him or disgracing myself by pursuing something with Mythic.
I respected Damar too much to throw it all away for a man who was still living the playboy lifestyle, professing feelings for me while in a relationship.
I thought about how leaving Damar would not only hurt him but also disappoint my parents.
They had always been proud of my stable life and the good man I had chosen.
I couldn’t face them if I left all that behind for someone like Mythic.
The stability and respectability that Damar represented were important to me, and I couldn’t just toss them aside.
I felt obligation to my husband, to my family, and to myself.
The phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Carol, Mia’s mother.
“Hi, Carol,” I said, steering with one hand and holding the phone with the other.
“Aviana, hi.”
My brows curled as I noticed that Carol’s voice was filled with worry.
“I was wondering if you’ve seen or heard from Mia. I haven’t been able to reach her since Friday.”
“The last time I saw or talked to Mia was Saturday.”
Carol’s sigh was filled with concern. “Well, she hasn’t been home since Friday, and she stopped sharing her location with me. I’m really starting to get worried.”
I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to spill the details about what Mia did to my car Saturday. “I’m sorry, Carol. I haven’t heard from her either.”
“She told me about the charges. I’m worried she might be on the run.” Carol blew a worried breath. “I just don’t know where she could be.”
I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Mia had blown up my Jeep. It was hard to believe she would be in such a state of desperation, but it was clear she had been hiding. “I can’t say for sure, but if she’s avoiding everyone and not answering her phone, she might be laying low somewhere in the city.”
Carol sounded more distressed now. “I just wish I knew where she was. It’s not like Mia to disappear like this. I hope she’s safe.”
“Me too,” I said, trying to offer some comfort. “If you hear anything or if there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”
“Of course,” Carol replied. “You do the same, please.”
MYTHIC GREY
That afternoon, when I walked into the house, the first thing I noticed was the sound of soft, muffled sobs coming from the living room. When I saw Lelani on the couch, her shoulders shaking with each sob, I instantly cringed.
Since the incident in the stairwell the night before, she had been distant and short with me. It was becoming clear that she had more than likely seen me and Avi in a compromising position. Guilt gnawed at me. I was so lost in my obsession with Aviana that it was breaking Lelani.
I knew I couldn’t keep dragging such a good girl through this.
She deserved better. I was never the type of man who wasted a woman’s time or purposely ruined her, so I made the decision right then to end it right then and there.
I walked over to the couch and sat down beside her, taking a deep breath as I prepared to break her heart.
But before I could say a word, her trembling voice cut through the air.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” she murmured.
I froze.
“I just got off the phone with my doctor.” Her voice was trembling as I sat beside her on the couch.
I placed a soothing hand on her thigh to help settle her. “What did he say?”
She swallowed hard, finally lifting her tearful eyes to meet mine. “My MRI results came back. They found a tumor in my brain.”
“A tumor?” My voice barely came out. “Are they sure?”
She nodded slowly. Her tears now slid freely down her cheeks. “He said based on how it looks on the MRI, it strongly suggests cancer. My blood tests show signs too. He said it all points to cancer.”
As she broke down, I could feel her fear. It was so evident that I could almost touch it. I knew that she was already envisioning a painful death because her aunt and grandmother had lost their fights with breast cancer years ago.
I tried to stay cool for her. I put my arm around her and brought her into my arms. “What are the next steps?”
Lelani took a deep, shaky breath against my chest before answering.
“He said I have to meet with a neurosurgeon next. They’ll probably need to do a biopsy, which is surgery, to confirm it officially.
Then most likely another surgery to remove or reduce it.
Then after that, most likely chemo or radiation…
or both.” She paused, trembling slightly.
I held her tighter. “You’ll get through this. I promise. You’re going to beat this shit.”
She sobbed quietly against me, clutching at my shirt. “I’m so scared. I don’t want to die.”
The pain in her eyes tore at my heart. My feelings now seemed insignificant in the face of what she was going through.
Despite my feelings for her, she had always been loyal to me, so she deserved my support.
I owed her to be her rock, the person she could lean on, and suddenly, my own needs felt so small compared to the battle she was about to face.
AVIANA SCOTT
Monday morning, I was leading an Asian couple, Jin and Mira, through yet another condo in Bronzeville.
My patience was stretching thin as we made our way through the third unit of the day.
While women were usually the picky ones, Jin was actually the nitpicker.
His eyes darted around the place critically, picking apart every little detail.
Mira, on the other hand, looked on with a resigned, irritated sigh.
Her excitement from the earlier showings was long gone.
“This room seems a bit small, don’t you think?” Jin asked, wrinkling his nose as he inspected the master bedroom.
I forced a smile, trying to keep my frustration at bay. “Well, it’s actually a pretty standard size for this type of unit. You get more space in the common areas here, which is great for entertaining.”
Jin nodded but didn’t look convinced. I could feel my irritation. Every time I showed him a place, it was like nothing was ever good enough. I was trying hard to remember that I was in this line of work because of the big commission checks.