Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 27

Ava'S POV

"Yeah, of course it has. I even read the 50 Shades of Gray series." Again, my mind is completely in my mail.

"Oh, yeah? So, what do you like the most? Do you like BDSM? I heard again.

"No, I guess, or let us say, I am not sure I might like it. It depends," I said casually.

"So, you like vanilla?" I see this guy can jump from here to there. I'm sure he must have been a monkey in his past life. I shake my head, thinking.

"I like butterscotch," I said.

"Oh, what is that? I did not know something like that even existed." He spoke with full interest.

I looked up a little, gave him a duh look, and again looked down, and he was looking at me. His neck was a little out from his body towards my side to hear properly my answer, and he was looking like a kid who was waiting for his mommy to buy candy for him. Lol. Mad man.

"You do not know what butterscotch is?" I asked. I mean, who knows? These billionaires have many things to eat. For them, something like butterscotch exists in the world and could be taboo. So, I will not be surprised if he does not know.

"No, I do not," he said, shaking his head in no.

I again looked down and replied to my email and said, "It is ice cream flavor, just like vanilla."

"What? Come again?" He spoke as if he did not hear me out.

"It is an ice cream flavor," I repeat in a boring tone.

"So, you were talking about ice creams till now? He asked, shocked and surprised.

I looked up and thought, Is he crazy or what? I was talking. Well, I thought we were both talking.

"What were you talking about?" This man is an idiot, my gosh.

"At least not ice cream," he said, turning and sitting back.

If not ice cream, then what was he talking about?

"Then what were you talking about? I asked, knitting my eyebrows.

"Romance, some adult romance, but I guess you are not grown up enough to understand that." He spoke, getting a little irritated.

Romance? Vanilla? Oh, sh*t, he was talking vanilla, that vanilla... Shit shit shit…

Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I must be looking like strawberry ice cream right now.

Fuck man, fuck about vanilla, and fuck about strawberry.

Now I need to change the topic.

"We were talking about Sam, not vanilla or BDSM," I said, leaning into my chair.

"Oh, so now you know what vanilla is? Thank God, I thought I had to teach that also to my little wife." He spoke, smirking, and I got goosebumps on my body.

I never talk about these topics with anyone. And this man is talking so shamelessly.

"We were talking about Sam," I repeated again.

"Right, we were, and my dear wife, you are disturbing their vanilla, or it may be BDSM." He spoke a little, teasingly.

My eyes go wide. Hearing this, OMG, did I disturb her? Or was she doing that? But with whom? Nathan? NA NA, they cannot do that. Moreover, I have read the books. Either you shout or maybe moan. This was nothing like it.

No, she was not doing that," I argue. I know my friend. She will not cheat on Nathan. I know she likes him. And they both will not do this.

"And what made you think she was not?" He argues back.

"I could make out her voice." I shot back.

"So, you could make out from her voice that she is not making out?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, I know how you feel when you make out," I said confidently.

"Really?" He challenged me. I mean, it looks like it, I guess.

Yup." I press P.

"Do you mind giving me some demos?" He asked innocently, but I know he is anything but innocent.

"What? no way," saying I got up.

But he was not in the mood to let me go. He held my hand, and in one jerk, I was on his lap and my lips were on my neck.

My breath hitch from his sudden attack, and I held his shirt tightly to balance myself before I fell, but he held me from my back, and his one hand went to my hair. He started sucking at my weak point, and I just started losing. No one had touched it. Not here, not anywhere. My breast, which was anything but small, was pressing against his chest.

Ava POV