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"I know. But it needs to be said, even if just for one last time. I love you very much, Oliver. I'm so grateful you are in our lives." I tell him.
"You are an amazing woman and mother. We are the lucky ones. I love you too. I'll always be here for you."
My life could have been completely different if Oliver had not walked into the boutique that Tuesday before closing. To know someone had my back. He made me feel part of a family. He made me feel safe and that I wasn't alone. There was no way I could have survived everything I faced after I left Viktor. I had no one. No mother or father to be there for me. Oliver was my rock when Viktor couldn't be. Oliver is the definition of a great brother. Someone who would stand by you even at a high price. I will forever be grateful for and to him. Without him, I would have been lost.
Chapter Fifty Seven
Ava
I can't believe it's finally Saturday. It was such a crazy week at the office. I was surprised that I found myself counting the minutes to a quiet relaxing Saturday. My only task today is to enjoy my beautiful babies. I turn and look at the clock. It's almost seven, which means one or both of them will be waking soon, if not already. I get out of bed to get my day started. I'm in the shower when I hear his voice.
"Can I join you?" he asks, walking in halfway undressed.
"That's a moot question considering you are half-naked steps away from me." He takes off the rest of his clothes and walks into the shower. Inside he pushes me to the wall.
"I don't ask. I take," he adds before kissing me.
Our kiss only lasts about half a minute before he breaks it to start kissing my neck. I already feel the fire igniting inside of me. He continues until he reaches my breasts. Soft bites, sucking, and licking. Moans are escaping me. I start pushing him down where I need him. I want to feel his mouth and his fingers inside of me. I need him to take me to the edge as only his mouth can. Pleasure me until I can't anymore. I feel the smile on his face as he follows my lead. With me against the wall and him on his knees, he takes one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder. One hand holding me in place and the other massaging my clit. I know it's coming, but I'm still surprised by the sensation of his mouth. He is gentle at first. But the more I moan, the more determined he becomes.
"I'm going to come," I barely say.
"Let me taste you, baby girl." It's all it takes for my body to reach euphoria. My legs are shaking, ready to give with the intensity of my orgasm when he speaks again. "My turn now.” My body steadies instinctively.
I'm excited and ready to get on my knees and give him the same pleasure I just received. I want to taste him just as he has tasted me. But he has something else in mind. He stands and picks me up. With me against the wall, he positions me and thrusts inside. There is no warning. I cry in pleasure as my body tries to adjust to him. It doesn't matter how many times we are together. I can't ever get used to his size. But I wouldn't change it. He begins to increase his speed, not wanting to waste another second, and I can’t blame him. As I moan, he growls. I hold on to him, my nails practically tearing the skin on his back. This only makes him increase the speed more. At this point, my back is moving up and down. The cold wall trying to cool down my burning skin. My legs that are wrap around him begin to tremble. I know I am close. I am ready to let go and let the orgasm take over.
"Come with me," He commands. I do just that as I scream his name.
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I'm sitting on the couch enjoying the beautiful sunny day as I look at the skyline through the living room floor-to-ceiling windows. By some miracle, Aisling and Niko are both taking a nap which hopefully will be a long one. As much as I love them, I also like a little downtime. I take a sip of my tea, relaxing. Viktor is God knows where. He promised to be back for dinner.
It's been nice spending time as a family. I've seen a different side to him. One that I don’t think anyone has seen. He is still demanding and controlling, but a gentler side is surfacing. At least it is at home. For the first time in a very long time, I'm able to say I'm home. It feels so good. I'm startled by my phone. I look at the screen, and it reads, dad. After Niko was born I called him to meet him. He did but and promised to stay in touch. But it's been a few months since we last spoke.
"Hi, Dad," I greet.
"Hi, Pumpkin. How are you?"
"I'm good. Enjoying that the kids are napping."
“I see you are still taking care of Viktor's daughter." I'm not sure if he is asking or telling me. His tone is condescending. I can hear bitterness which I don’t understand why. I am the one raising Aisling, not him.
"How are you, dad?" I decide not to entertain his remark. There is no point in arguing with him. It won’t change anything.
"I'm alright. Lost my job if you can believe that. I'm trying to look for work." I sit straighter.
"What happened? I thought everything was on the up and up with your job."
"So did I. But the new supervisor had it out for me, Pumpkin. He nicked picked on everything I did. Writing me up even if I was one minute late.”
"I'm sorry to hear that." There is silence. I know what is coming. But I'm hoping to be wrong. I am hoping he is just calling me to see how I am doing. ”Dad, is everything ok?"
"I hate to bother you with these things, Pumpkin. But I just don't know what to do and don't really have anyone to ask. I'm hoping with you working and that Manarch boy of yours, you might be able to help your dear old man."
Because of who he is I had decided not to tell him I own House of Beauty. He just thinks I work there. But as I listen to his words, I'm surprised and shouldn't be. I don't know what I expected. The man didn't even ask about his grandson. At the end of the day, he only cares about himself.
"What do you need?” I finally ask.
"Some of the bills are overdue, and there isn't even a loaf of bread in this house." I guess he is lucky to have a roof over his head since I pay his rent. "I know it might be a lot to ask for, but if I can get a thousand dollars, I know I can settle all the bills and have some leftover while I look for another job." I close my eyes, trying to surrender myself to the reality of my father. He will never change. I bet he lost his job because of gambling and is looking for more money to continue playing. "If you are worried it’s for gambling, I swear I haven't since you left," he adds. I want to believe him. I always do. But in the pit of my stomach, I know he is lying.
