Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
River
No introducing me to everyone as your girlfriend.
I’m still fuming about her words hours later as I leave work and swing by my building site to see the progress.
I don’t know how to get through to her, to make her realize this isn’t a cruel joke.
That this is real and I need her with me.
I need her to want me like I want her; with every fiber of my being.
They’ve made some serious progress on site in the last two weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m months upon months from being able to move in, but the foundations are down, and I can see the layout of the downstairs. She’s going to love it, and I’m going to love living here with her.
I pull out my cell and drop her a message.
River: What time do you think you’ll finish tonight? I’ll pick you up
Her car is still at her place, plus if I pick her up, she can’t get out of staying with me again tonight.
Ava: I’m already home
The fuck? She’d better be packing a bag to stay at mine again.
River: I’ll pick you up from yours then
Ava: No. I’m staying at mine tonight
River: No you’re not
Ava: Stop with the caveman attitude. I’ve only just moved into my own space. I want to stay at mine
Fair enough. She can stay at hers, but I’ll be staying there with her.
Ava
My doorbell rings and I know exactly who is going to be the other side of it. There’s no way he was going to let it go that easily. I still leave it a minute before I open the door, though. He doesn’t need to know I’m actually pleased he’s here.
He’s leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded and looking far too handsome for his own good.
My pulse picks up at the sight of him, the way it always has.
It used to be from anger, from hate, at least that’s what I thought it was.
If I’m honest with myself, I’ve always felt an attraction to him, but anyone would — he’s gorgeous as sin.
I lean against the other doorjamb as I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Can I help you?”
He smirks at my question. “You can let me in.”
I cock my head at him. “Now, why would I do a thing like that? I don’t remember inviting you over.” His smile sends butterflies fluttering throughout me.
“You didn’t, but you’ll let me in because you and I both know you want to get fucked. It’s why you opened the door. Now, be a good girl and let me bury myself in your tight cunt.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” I step back from the doorway and sweep my arm out in a grand gesture of entrance. He picks me up with one arm as he walks into my space, and I squeal at his show of strength.
“Bed, dinner, then back to bed,” he declares as he leads me through to my bedroom.
“I’m a terrible cook and have no food in the house.”
“Even better,” he mutters as he places me on my mattress. “We’ll get takeout. In bed.”