Semua Bab Forbidden pleasures: Craving my father-in-law : Bab 41 - Bab 49

Gideon’s POV “You should probably stop talking now,” I say to Martha, trying to walk past her. She blocks my path. “So, I’m right or are you denying it?” she asks, thrilled like she’d just solved a puzzle. What does she want from me? I blame myself for landing in this situation. My complete lack of control when it comes to Avery caused this. I have a feeling this won’t be the last. Avery’s got such a strong hold on me, it’s literally impossible for me to free myself. I'm afraid I'd do something stupid one day and someone else, perhaps Joe, would catch us. I walk around her to my office closet. She sniffs the air as I walk past her. “What is that? You smell like a septic tank.” she comments boldly. “I need to change. Please, leave,” I say as calmly as I could. I might sound calm, but I am losing it internally. My main concern is Avery and what would happen to me if Martha spread this news to my son. I would lose her. “Does your son know?” Martha asks.

Gideon’s POV I stand completely still as her fingers navigate my body slowly. She’s taking her sweet time, tracing every part of my body: from my neck, to my face, cheekbone, jawline, down to my chest, my belly, slower to the v-line region. She frowns when she finds some hairs along my v-line. They’re tiny specks of hair that spurted over the past few days. Shit, I should’ve shaved but a few days ago, she was sure she wanted to end our contract. Even now, I’m not sure if the contract’s still on or not. I just enjoy the feel of her hand on my body again. But the disapproval on her face stops the pleasure. I freeze. She frowns deeply, pulling the hair so hard, I nearly scream. “What is this?” I stutter. “Sorry, I’ve been busy…” I want to say…I didn’t know our contract was still on. The past few days have been exhausting and confusing. I’m not sure I know what she wants from me. She yanks at the hair again. “That is no excuse,” she says. I bend over, hurt. Sweet bolts of pain s

Avery’s POV Ellie runs up to me with her arms widespread. “Avery!!!” she screams. Everyone in the damn restaurant could hear her screeching voice. They cast disapproving glances her way but Ellie does not give a damn as she comes flying down the small path to meet me at our table. In all the years I’ve known her, my best friend has not changed once. I missed her so much. “Hey, baby girl, how’s it going?” I ask. “Nothing crazy. I quit my job in Europe,” she says, dropping into the chair close to her. I stare at her confused. “You did what?” She always does this. She loves to make impulsive decisions like this and drop the news on me lie it’s nothing. “I missed you. What’s going on?” she says. I sit opposite her. “I guess fine. The only news I have is that my wedding planner has quit two months before the wedding,” I say. Ellie’s face drops. “Why would she do that?” I take a deep breath as if to bury the thought in my head. Gideon. Ellie would lose her mind if she found out wha

Gideon's POV It is early dusk with the sun just starting to set when I arrive at Miles’ for his banquet. The mansion sits at the center, surrounded by broad acres of land. Green expanse stretches as far as the eyes can reach. Horses run wild in the distance. Gorgeous creatures galloping with beautiful strides in their closed-in area. I see a uniformed, helmeted rider atop one of the horses, bravely riding. I stop my car in the driveway near a fountain. There are rows of cars. Expensive and luxury cars. A uniformed servant opens the door for me. “Welcome to Casa de la belleza,” he says. He leads me into the house. I am nearly breathless at its beauty. Tall walls, curved, gold-plated stairs, expensive furniture. It is a mixture of beauty, taste and culture. The walls are littered with framed pictures: family and acquired paintings. But the house is empty. No party guests. Just the domestic staff still setting up. They walk around me carrying flower vases, setting the

Avery’s POVMom’s stuffing herself with the alcohol and shrimps. Red sauce runs down the corner of her mouth. She eats with reckless abandon. I am on my last nerves, tapping my feet under the table.It’s past 6pm and Joe’s still not here. Did he forget about our arrangement? But I’m pretty certain he’s stuck at work.I pull out my phone to text him again. No reply. I text over and over again. He doesn’t send back a reply. I am on the verge of driving over there myself to pick him up.Mom notices my fidgeting. She grins mischievously. “Maybe your imaginary fiancé is not coming. Just tell the truth, Ava…”“My name’s Avery,” I cut in.Mom dips her fingers in the sauce, downing more sauce. “You know, you’ve always done this. Remember high school prom? You swore Peter Adamson’s coming to pick you up. As if Peter would ever go out with you,” she teases.I fold my fists, swallowing hard so as not to snap. It is just like my mother to bring up the most humiliating part of high school for me.