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Avalyne
“What do you mean you’re downstairs?” I yell whisper at my phone. He is early. Or am I late? I hurriedly slip on a tight v-cut beige jumpsuit with an eye fastening on the back. I brush my hands through my hair, and I beat feet down the steps.
I hear my dad’s voice joyfully rumble through the hallway. “Oliver Beaumont. What are you doing here, son?”
“Well, sir. I am here to take your daughter out. That is if it’s all right with you, of course.”
Dad looks at me, holding a silence that could deafen a room. “Have her home at midnight, Oliver.”
“Will do, sir!”
I watch them exchange polite yet warm smiles before my father pats Oliver on the back,“Have fun, kids!”
Oh God, he is so biased!
I hardly hold back a sarcastic comment I’m dying to tell before squeezing Oliver’s elbow.
“Let’s go,” I say softly, and he nods.
“After you, princess.”
“Are you always such a gentleman?”
“I guess you’re about to find out.”
I smile and lead him to the front door.
We make it to Oliver’s polished Mercedes as he compliments me. “You look beautiful this evening, Ava.”
Now here’s my current issue. I have this habit of when my dad likes a guy I see a little too much, I tend to snap into a feisty, rebellious woman. So, my brain acts faster than my filter. So be it. “I should hope so. Apparently, my male suitors are being vetted these days. I don’t know how many more times I’ll be allowed to go out before I have an arranged marriage to an old guy named Herbert.”
Oliver bursts out laughing and quickly wipes his smile off his face.
“I’m glad I could make you laugh with the sad yet quite possible misfortune of my future.”
Time flies by so fast, and I feel better and better in Oliver’s company with each passing second.
“Stop! It hurts!” I blurt, holding my stomach, easing the laughing pains. As much fun as I am having, my mind wanders to Damien. What is he doing? Who is he with? Can he make me laugh like this?Stop it. He isn’t your date tonight.I refocus on the man in front of me. Focusing on his smooth brown skin and gray eyes, my eyes drop to his lips. Oliver gives me a charming smile while slowly reaching out for my hand. He places his other hand on my cheek, gently brushes it with his thumb, and slowly starts leaning in to kiss me.
Just when our lips are about seconds from touching, I notice Damien entering the bar with a chick hanging on his arm from the corner of my eye. Of course, I pull back, leaving Oliver confused, lips still in a pout. “What the–?”
“What? What’s wrong, Ava?” Oliver follows my gaze and spots Damien. “You have got to be shitting me!”
Damien saunters over towards me, looking like sex on legs. His hair is a perfect mess from his helmet, and his leather jacket is hooked by his finger hanging over his shoulder. My eyes follow his inked arm as every muscle moves as he brings his jacket around and places it on the back of my bar chair.
“Firefly, Oliver… fancy meeting you here,” he snorts as his eyes bore into mine. “Such a coincidence.”
“Right,” Oliver snaps.
The woman that came with Damien has one hand around his neck and is rubbing his chest with the other.Get a room!
Reading my face, Damien stares at me with a look of contentment. “So, how’s your night going, lovebirds?” A long 10 seconds pass. “Firefly.”
“Huh?”
“This is Penny, by the way. My friend.”
Friend, my ass. What a player!
