LOGINIf someone ever told me that I would be seated around three men, one being my husband, another being my husbands’ childhood friend.
And the other being the brother to my husbands’ friend. Who also happened to be a man I just had sex with less than three hours ago, I would have laughed in their face and called them sick. “Ava?” Matthew called me, pulling me out of my daze. I realized he had been calling me for almost a minute but I was out of it. How couldn’t I be? I was walking on egg shells right now. “Ava..?” Matthew called again. “Are you okay?” Laughing awkwardly, I noodled my head in approval. “This is Leo, my friend from the military. The one in the photo.” Matthew introduced. “Leo meet my wife. Ava.” Extending my hand, I quickly shook his hand with small smile. “I have heard a lot about you, and usually you are as beautiful as he always mentioned.” Leo complimented. “This is my brother, my elder, Serge.. the storm was heavy and I picked him up on my way here.” He explained Oh.. that’s why I thought he looked familiar in that photo. He was almost a splitting image of his elder brother. “Nice to meet you, I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.” Serges’ deep voice echoes as he extends his hand for a hand shake. Gently, I toke it. But it was the same hand that had its marks imprinted on my neck right now. I gulp His grip on my hand is a little tight, lingering more than it should until I have to pull back my hand away from his. I excuse myself to the kitchen to make tea for the guests and also try calm my pounding heart and clean the multiple drops of sweat on my forehead. How was this even possible? Serge Sterling? Leo? Leo Sterling? Why didn’t Matthew tell me his friend was a Sterling. And why wouldn’t this night just go in my favour for once? I know what I did was really wrong, but Karma had come for me quite too early. The Sterling family was very known all throughout of Seattle and NewYork. They had companies in almost every sector of business. Every business actually. They dealt in Oil and Gas, Foreign Trading, Agriculture, Banking and Finance investments, Logistics and Transportation. They did every business and somehow, they were also successful and everyone knew them. Well everyone apart from me. I never had the time to chip in the gossip about that family with my workmates during our shifts. I only knew our boss, Serge Sterling who was the head and Chief Executive Officer of Sterling General Corporation. The thing is, the Sterlings, specifically Serge Sterling had a not so great reputation. He was usually addressed as arrogant, rude and most of all, a Casanova . But he was also famous because of his looks. Dear god He had a sharp jawline that almost felt hand made, his nose had that beautiful perfect shape sadly sitting on his face effortlessly, he had deep green eyes that always looked like they were in a forest fire. His hair was all black and always silk, perfectly combed to the back of his head at all times and he smelt.. like.. Closing my eyes, i needed to take a deep breath and concentrate. This wasn’t what I expected my mind to drift off to. The whole point is, he possessed demonic characters and charm because had the largest Corporation almost all around America so who would blame him. They were the rich men after all. My hate for that family became permanent the day he humiliated me in public. And the funny thing was he didn’t even remember me. He didn’t even recognize that it was me as few hours ago. I scoffed Why would he? Matthew being friends with a Sterling was a sad reality and surprise for me because of the fact that I had actually had sex with the head of that family and I thought it would be a secret i take to my grave. I didn’t expect the truth to come knocking right at my door. So much for revenge was a dish best served cold because I was getting it from fate now and I was getting it hot. Really hot might I add. Taking a deep breath, I headed back to the living room holding a full tray of hot green tea. Gently, I serve everyone and join Matthew at the couch ignoring how my hand was burning because it was trembling while I gave Serge Sterling his cup and ended up spilling tea on my fingers. Matthew and Leo seem caught up in a conversation that I couldn’t understand which left me staring at every possible corner in this room like I was new in my house. Serge Sterling too was quite, slowly observing the room with his eyes, he is drinking it all up to memory. Unlike Leo, he hasn’t touched his cup of tea. Probably doubting it. Rich snobs. I scoff, looking back to my cup. “Honey?” Matthew calls me. I didn’t realize I had scoffed loudly but judging from the two pair of eyes looking at me right out, I guess I did. “Ohh. Sorry, the tea is just too hot.” I pretended The third pair of eyes wasn’t looking, he was staring, just like he did back in that building, like he knew who I was, warming me that my life was in his hands, quietly yet loudly reminding me of the unspeakable fate that would befall me if tried and scoffed at him again. I panicked. Feeling like a captive in my own house, like a fugitive in my own living room. His gaze then fell on our wedding anniversary calendar and lingered there for a minute. Then all so slowly, it moved to something else and his eyes turned dark squeezing in the process, his jaw tightened and the grip on his phone almost made his hands become pale. He seemed furious. Like he was a minute away from snapping. Curious at what it is, I turned my head to look at what had possibly gotten such a man worked up but the moment I did, I chocked on my tea. Matthew quickly turned to me and hit my back, trying to help me regain my breathing but my teary eyes couldn’t stop staring at the cleaners’ uniform with a Sterling logo and name tag i had left on the table. “Are you okay?” Matthew questioned once I was able to breathe again. “Yeah, yeah.. thanks babe.” I smiled I wasn’t okay. I was far from okay. He had seen my uniform. He looked furious. I couldn’t stop the bile that was rising to my throat. “You were right Leo, Matthew has an excellent taste. But I can’t imagine life being easy as a cleaners’ husband.” He echoed before standing up. “Actually, Ava loves it at her company.” Matthew defended Fixing his gaze on me in an almost predatory manner, he responded. “Am sure she does. But does she ever tell you why she works late some stormy nights.” He had a dark smirk in his face. Something in my stomach twisted. Like I was about to pass out from the tension in this room. “Tea? Anyone?” I stood up too. Gesturing with my cup if anyone needed a refill. “We were just leaving.” Serge Sterling interrupted “Now? We just got here Serge.” Leo reasoned from the couch. “I have something important to get to. I will leave you at this.” He said, keeping his eyes glued to me “I will see you out then.” Matthew stood up. “No. She can, she is the host after all” Serge pointed at me. Laughing nervously, I rushed to the door and opened it, excited and relieved at the same time that he was finally leaving. He pushed past me and went outside before getting into his car and speeding off. But looking down, I realized he had dropped a business card in my sweater pocket. It had his name and company details. Then slowly, I turned it around. “Come Clean or I Will.”AVA POV. My mind got stuck as I looked into Matthew’s eyes. Trying to say something but nothing at the same time. Inside, I could feel myself breaking piece by piece, into a million tiny bits of shame, resentment regret, but amidst my havoc, I felt rage coating every cell of my body, every tissue on my bones. Because, as I looked at my husband, I couldn’t help but compare him to the demon I left upstairs, Matthew was my husband, the man I had built a life with, the steady sweet love that was supposed to be my anchor but there was Serge too now, a man who had fully derailed my entire existence, a man who was suddenly starting to say all the wrong words I wanted to hear, even if his cruel actions never matched his words, he was a demon by nature but I wanted succumb in submission for him, to suffer from his fury to become his Lilith and him mine. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my voice to steady as i spun out the only lie that could save us both tonight. ."Ma
AVA POV As soon as the VIP green room door closed shut behind us, cutting off any noise of the ballroom, I snapped. Remembering the look of shock on Matthews’ face just made the internal panic and anxiety in me finally break loose from my chest and throughout my body. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I screamed tears bursting past my mascaraed eyelashes and down my face as I aggressively pulled my arm out of his grip. "You humiliated him! You barked into the microphone in front of hundreds of people just for catching me! He is my husband, Serge!” “You set this whole thing up just to destroy us, didn't you? You brought him back from upstate early for this event just to torture me!" "I didn't set a damn thing up, woman!" Serge barked back, his deep voice booming through the walls of the small room. He reached into his pocket and pulled out my silver wedding band, tossing it carelessly onto the mahogany table. "Stop acting like I mapped out my entire gala arou
AVA POV. The gold doors at the entrance of the hall slammed shut behind us, cutting off the deafening paparazzi from entering, creating some much needed silence but still the silence inside did nothing to calm the panic building up in me. The air conditioned air of the grand foyer hit my face, cold and welcoming but I could almost barely breathe, my lungs burned. Every cell in my body screamed at me to rip off this gown or tear off the lace mask from my face, and run for the hills until my feet bled. Matthew. He was here. He was standing right outside those doors. His absence had left me feeling confused yet here he was wearing that uniform of Sterling security team, here to protect I and the man who currently owned me. My heart crushed against my ribs to the point that made my head spin. Serge walked around, pulling me along with him everywhere he paused. "You're shaking, Ava." Serge’s deep voice whispered against my ear, snapping me back to reality. His
The morning sun was blinding when I finally opened my eyes, the cold space beside me on the mattress instantly bringing me back to reality. He was gone. The sheets on his side of the bed were completely smoothed out, leaving nothing behind but that faint, lingering scent all over. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, my chest aching. “I can’t control how much I need you, Ava” That whisper from the dark echoed in my head, making my heart do a sickening backflip. Had he actually said it? Or was it just a vivid, desperate hallucination cooked up by my own stressed out brain? I shook my head, forcing myself out of bed before the nausea could hit me again. I couldn't afford to get sick. Not today. After a quick shower, I padded down the quiet hallway, trying not to get lost in the process. I didn't see Abby or the baby anywhere, but the heavy doors to Serge’s home office were slightly ajar. I pushed the door open, trying to look confident. Serge was
I spent ten minutes in front of the bathroom sink, scrubbing off the scent of Serge’s mint and tobacco off my skin, but nothing could wash away that heat of his fingers. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I forced my swollen lips to stay flat as I pulled my damp hair into a loose bun, and threw on a simple grey oversized shirt to hide the pink marks on my neck. Walking down the grand staircase, I almost felt like I was marching toward an execution but when I stepped into the dining room, crispy smell of roasted chicken and garlic hit my nose. My stomach immediately rolled, a sharp wave of leftover nausea hitting the back of my throat, but I forced it down. I couldn't throw up. Not again. .“Oh, Ava! Come, sit down,” Abby’s sweet voice cut through to me. She was already seated at the massive marble table, pouring water into the crystal glasses. Serge was sitting at the head, of course. He had changed into a cotton black t-shirt, looking completely relaxed, as if he hadn
AVA POV Serge lets out a deep growl against my mouth, his large hands immediately flying out to wrap around my wet waist, lifting me off the floor as he pressed his mouth back into mine with a force that almost shattered whatever sanity I had left in me. The hot water from the shower head was burning against our skins, but I couldn't feel the chill of reality anymore. My fingers clutched desperately at the now damp fabric of his white shirt, tearing at the buttons as I pulled him closer, drowning in the taste of him. It was heavy. Brutal. I didn’t know what was happening to me lately but he seemed to be the only solution. I had this chaotic rush of adrenaline that made my head spin out of control every damn time he was next to me and in these seconds, of us like this, nothing ever mattered to me, not my husband, not Leo or even the burning sensation of my wedding ring on my finger because it all didn't exist. All I knew and needed right now was this bruising pressure
A sharp spike of heat shot through my entire body like lightning. It was a terrifying sensation. Breaking apart from the breathless kiss, he didn't give me a single second to collect my scattered thoughts, he bent over, gripped me firmly around the waist, and flipped me effortlessly over his
MATURE CONTENT!!!! “Mr. Sterling…What are you doing?” I whisper, turning around to face him, cutting off the trail his hand was making towards my lower thighs. My heart is hammering like a wildfire in my chest ever since I saw Matthew in the room across from us. Through the quiet dark corner
Staring at the note one last time, I tucked it into my apron before switching on the vacuum machine. Its loud hum echoed throughout the entire room, helping me to shut off the chaotic voices in my head. Matthew had left earlier in the evening to meet with Leo and Mr. Sterling to discuss some busin
My ride back home felt almost unbearable. I watched the city pass in a blur through the taxi window as tried to hold back my tears. I couldn’t seem to rub this feeling of disgust off of me How could I? Why could I? I was a cheater. I had silently betrayed our marriage a few months before w







