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Chapter 7
Damon
Ava stands frozen in the open doorway, eyes flitting between Fran and me.
“I’m sorry,” she finally speaks. “I can come back later.”
Licking her red-painted lips, she looks at me with disappointment furrowing her brows.
I hate it. I hate that all I can think about is how I want to devour her mouth. How much I want to push Fran out of the door so I can have her.
“We’re done here,” Fran says, walking past her. When she’s out of Ava’s sight, she looks back at me and winks while closing the door.
God, she’s such a girl sometimes.
I head back to my messy desk, and before I sit down, a white envelope lands in front of me.
“I saw the headlines,” Ava murmurs. “You got what you wanted. I can’t go back to Monroe after this and…” She pauses when I rise and round the desk. “And I can’t stay here.”
Fran’s words swirl around my head—Are you prepared to lose her?
I fucking hate her sometimes. She’s always getting into my business.
Picking the envelope up, I put it in Ava’s hand.
“Rip it up.” I level her soft gaze with my pissed-off one.
I knew she’d bolt the first chance she got. I just didn’t think she’d pick a shitstorm of a day.
Maybe she’s more lion than I thought.
“Damon…” She holds it out to me.
“I said rip it up.” Grabbing her other hand, I close it around the envelope. “I told you, you only leave when I say. Until then I own you.”
“You don’t own shit,” she laughs with tears flooding her eyes. “Blackmail doesn’t give you ownership of me.”
“Then walk out, Ava.” In spite of my anger, I step closer. “Leave. After all, the press will want something new to expose of you.”
“What is wrong with you?” Ava’s growl vibrates through me with a fire so strong that all I can do is grab her and throw her on the desk. Leaning over her, I brace myself on the cluttered tabletop with my dick hardening in my pants.
Damn that mouth, and what it does to me.
“I’m trying to help you!” she spits breathlessly.
The only thing she’s doing is driving me insane. Her shimmering eyes soften as I lower myself on her. My erection presses to the bottom of her stomach and throbs to my hammering pulse as I breathe her in greedily.
“You don’t need me anymore.”
I need her more now than I did before, because I won’t take a hit lying down, and I certainly won’t lose to anyone. Especially not a blind old man.
Ava looks perplexed as I stand and pull her up to a sitting position.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Surprisingly there’s no argument, only scrutiny and deep consideration while she silently studies me. Eyes roaming up and down my chest, they settle blankly on the open collar.
“You didn’t go home.” She drops the envelope scrunched up in her hand and presses her manicured finger to the first done-up button.
