Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 81

There was a small pantry area in the room with one door attached to it. It must be a washroom. I walked ahead and saw one glass door, which was again connected to the same garden we passed, but on a different side, I guess.

Suddenly, I felt at home. These plants' light, colors, and pure air make me feel like I am somewhere else, not in the busy city of New York.

I was so lost in the place that I almost forgot I was not alone in this room, but I came back to my senses when I felt palms on my waist pulling me to him.

I felt his lips on my neck, and I clutched my dress, knowing what would be next.

"I can see you like the place, Sugar." He spoke, and I again looked around and nodded yes because I genuinely like this place.

I was so mad a few minutes ago, but this place has calmed my nerves somehow.

I know what I have to do, and I can't change anything right now, but I am a little relaxed because of this.

"Good. Would you like to have something?" He asked again, and I shook my head no.

"Words darling." He said this while his face was inside my open hair.

"No," I said slowly as his hands and his proximity started working on my body. I thought I was hating every bit, but my body liked every bit.

"Let's have some fun, then." He took a step back.

I turned around to see what he was saying, and in no time, he pressed some button with some remote in his hand, and I saw the first window get closed and the curtain start closing, but not the one flying back there. It was a dark black curtain that blocked the sunlight completely.

In a fraction of a second, the lights started turning on, and the room lit up with mild lighting.

The room, which was so beautiful back then, suddenly looked gloomy and dark despite that. I don't know why I felt calm.

But again, one thing has shaken me a little. Somehow, I am not completely ready to give myself to him.

I gulp, knowing what will happen next, and I look at him.

"Strip Darling," he said, and I looked at him with disbelief written on my face.

I mean, I know what he wants, but I never thought he would say this shamelessly.

"What? Don't be shy; I haven't seen it before. Come on." He sat on the couch, and I shivered.

I mean, I know he has seen everything, but again, it's been ages, and somehow today my mind is not ready to give myself to him.

I lick my dry lips and look down. I was looking for some excuse to deal with this, but I wasn't getting any ideas.

"Gosh, Ava, you are such spoiled sports." I again looked at him, feeling shocked at his statement.

"Come here." He ordered, and my feet started walking towards him. His voice held authority and finality, which I couldn't ignore.

Once I reached the couch, he nodded to me to bend down to his level, and I did the same with his next move, and I was on his lap.

We Are Not divorcing.

Ava'S POV

Once I reached the couch, he nodded to me to bend down to his level, and I did the same as with his next move, and I was on his lap.

A sheer cry left my mouth because of a sudden jerk, and I looked up a little at his face, and my eyes locked with his.

He was looking directly into my eyes, and I felt his hand creasing my waist, and another one was holding me.

He pulled me a little closer to him, and my hands were on his shoulder.