I grabbed her bent knees, holding her legs in place as I started a ruthless, punishing rhythm. She needed it hard, I needed it hard so I gave it us both fucking hard as I pounded her across the lid of the washer.
Her screams were getting louder and louder and I knew we could be heard through the house.
I didn’t fucking care.
My thrusts hit her deeper and harder and as soon as I felt the clench of her muscles, I knew what she needed. “You – want – it – Ava?”
She grabbed my hair tightly, her grip sent a shot of exquisite pain through my head and straight down into my bollocks as I grit my teeth, my desperation to hold back my orgasm until she had hers was fucking near massacring me.
“Yes!”
“Ask!”
“Bite me - hard!”
Fuck, this woman would kill me and strangle my hard dick simultaneously.
Her loudest scream erupted when my teeth sank into her shoulder, her pussy constricted and my cock thanked the fucking lord as I exploded into her core, the deep sharp jolts of ecstasy electrifying my brain with every pump. My whole body tensed in exquisite pleasure and my balls screamed as they emptied into her. “Fuck, fuck… fuck…” I groaned as my forehead landed on her shoulder and her frantic beating heart was pounding against my own.
“Oh dear god” she whispered and I chuckled.
“Yep, feel better?”
She nodded and beamed at me, “Thank you.”
My eyebrow lifted at her gratitude. “Leave the money on the side, baby.”
She smirked as she wiped the sweat from my forehead with a towel she found beside her. “Tenner do ya’?”
My jaw dropped and I pinched her thigh, “Funny, Mrs Fox. I should be paying you though…”
I realised what I had said as soon as it left my lips, fucking idiot!
Her shocked face gave away her surprise and I cupped her chin and made her look at me, “I did not mean that the way it came out.”
She widened her eyes on me but then smiled softly, “I know.” She finished with a laugh as I pulled out and used the towel to clean my cum off her thighs.
“My hero” she sighed before she jumped down and pulled her skirt back to its original position.
“You gonna be okay with me gone?”
She sighed but shrugged, “Sure. This weekend was for you though.”
I nodded and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, “And you’ve made it one to remember, Ava. Thank you; for the gifts, the weekend and… Connor.”
She scrunched her nose deliciously, crying out for me to kiss it, and nodded. “It was my pleasure, Mr Fox. Ring me when you hit home. Are you leaving the kids at your mum’s?”
I nodded in confirmation to both questions as I enveloped her and pulled her in tight, “Try and get some sleep tonight.”
I knew she had trouble sleeping without me and tomorrow she would be grey, pale and exhausted. She nodded once and smiled warmly, “Don’t worry, and get this shit at work sorted.”
Yeah, like it was gonna be that easy.
“I will, baby. I love you.”
“And me, you” She answered as we walked out of the small room to cat calls and wolf whistles.
Ava laughed and bowed but I didn’t miss the dark look in Kade’s eyes.
Yeah, numbnuts, I can make her scream!
Chapter 12
ava
Monday night saw me back at the Panther. It was packed with it being ‘open night’ as Layla called it.
One night a month William opened the doors and allowed entry to non-members and I was currently chuckling at Willow’s choice of pole music. Theory of a Deadmans ‘Little Smirk’ was blasting through her individual speaker and just as it sang ‘Karma bitch’ guess who walked through the door?
Rebecca!
Fuck!
Owen eyed me when the deep growl filtered through my system and erupted from my throat fiercely.
I could see Layla stutter on the pole from the corner of my eye as the room developed a chill. I felt William’s worried gaze settle on me as he approached Rebecca and said something in her ear. Her eyes swept to me, a slight smirk on her lips and Owen whipped the glass bottle out of my hand before I crushed it under my hold.
But then I remembered Mason and his renounce of war with Kade.
“William, its fine, let her in.” He narrowed his eyes on me and I held my hands up, “I won’t hurt her.”
He regarded me for a while but then nodded his relent and moved aside.
The fuck whore decided to pop her skinny arse on the stool in front of my side of the bar. Owen, bless his heart, whipped the towel off my shoulder and handed me a tray, “Room 12, honey.”
I nodded, gave him a sly wink and made my way around the bar, balancing the tray expertly in one hand as I opened the security hatch.
“Ava.” Rebecca called as my foot hit the hallway towards room 12.
Fuck, shit and bloody bollocks!
I stilled but didn’t turn. “You want something?”
“Uhh, can I have a word, just a quick one?”
I sighed, then huffed, then inhaled, then exhaled, “If you must.”
She nodded and swallowed but I caught the evil little glint in her eye. “I just wondered if I can have a word with Ginny and Marlene?”
What the fuck!
What the fucking fuck?!
I licked my lips in an attempt to replace some of the dryness now working its way through my system. “You know them?” I asked, mad at myself for giving this bitch exactly what she wanted but unable to help myself.
Her eyes gleamed and I bit my bottom lip at my stupidity. “Yes. They used to work at Allure. I just need a quick word with them.”
I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me ask any more. “Sure” I replied as nonchalantly as I could but I knew she could read me, could see the question in my head of how come this…fuck whore was associated with Allure, just as Mason was.
Did she work there? Was she a prostitute now? It wouldn’t surprise me! Was it her that owned the place? If so, then what was Mason’s connection as well?
God fucking damn!
She smiled too sweetly, the saccharine squeezing from all the Botox in her lips like a lump of syrup. Gross!
“Go for it” I told her as I held a finger towards the dressing room.
“Thank you, hun.”
“Don’t fucking hun me Rebecca. I am not and never will be your fucking hun. Got me?”
She nodded, her false face paling slightly before she turned and knocked on the room door.
I made my escape, scurrying down the corridor to room 12 before I slammed the tray, contents included, into her face.
I took a deep breath and painted a hosts smile on my face as I placed the tray on the table between the men currently watching an act between one of the pro’s and one of their friends.
“Thank you, darling… Ava?”
I blinked at the guy studying me with twinkling bright blue eyes and a soft smile, and then it clicked. “Jay,” I laughed when he stood and lifted me up high in his embrace. “When did you get home?”
“A couple of days ago. Have you not seen my dad? I thought you worked with him.”
I shook my head at the spitting image of my best friend. Jay, Nate and Liv’s son, was the replica of his dad apart from the deep scar that ran down the right side of his face. “I saw him over the weekend, we went up to the cabin but he didn’t say anything.”
“Right, I thought you had seen him today. He didn’t know I was back until he got home last night.”
“Ahh, bet your mum’s pleased. How long are you back for?”
“A while, just finished my contract overseas. I missed the UK too much.”
I nodded; I knew how he felt when I had gone to America for six months to run Nate’s company when it was having trouble.
“Well I better get back to it. It was good to see you.”
“And you, sweetheart. I’ll probably see you soon now I’m back. I
’m staying with my mum and dad until I find an apartment I like. Nothing but shit so far.”
I laughed, “I’ll keep my ears open and ask Mason if he knows of anything.”
He winked then turned his attention back to the show as he picked up his pint off the tray.
I strolled back down the corridor but halted at the open dressing room door when I heard voices. “Come on girls,” Rebecca near begged. “He’s sorted it. He’s interviewing tomorrow night. Why don’t you come along, you don’t have to go through the process, you know that. Your regulars are missing you both.”
He, whoever he was, was interviewing tomorrow night. Really? That was a nice snippet of information Rebecca, thank you.
I hurried away as I pulled my phone from my bra and text Courtney.
Me:
Need you in your sexiest gear tomorrow night, hun. Keep it secret from Greg. Will explain later xxx
Courtney:
Sure babe, time? xxx
Me:
7? xxx
Courtney:
Sexy, elegant or sexy, tart? xxx
Me:
Definitely tart! xxx
Courtney:
Ooh, now I’m excited. Gotcha, see you then. Xxx
***
“Hi” I smiled widely at the doorman to Allure the next night. “We’re here for the interviews.”
He scanned both Courtney and I before he gave us a slight nod and tipped his chin towards the interior doors.
Wow, easier than I thought.
Courtney giggled and I slapped her thigh as he gave us a stern stare, “Chill.”
“I can’t, I’m excited, it’s like we’re undercover. I feel like Wonderwoman or Cagney and Lacey.” She jigged about as we entered into another room, this time a big burly bloke held a clipboard and grinned widely at us when we walked in.
“Hey, girls. You here for interviews?”
Courtney nodded like she was on fast forward x30 and I thumped her in the thigh. She scowled at me but calmed as I held out my hand in greeting.
“I need your name, sweetie” He asked as he poised his pen at the ready.
He was nice, I liked him.
“My real name or professional?” I asked as I scanned the room. I knew Mason wouldn’t be here tonight, he’d got some business at Pulse to deal with, apparently one of the staff had developed itchy fingers and I knew Mason was developing itchy fists about it all.
“Real” he winked as his eyes perused every inch of me, “You can tell me your pro name when you get the in.”
I smirked at him as Courtney gasped. Bloody woman, we were supposed to be tarts not fucking teenage virgins.
“Jenni Wren” I told him.
God bless him, he never flinched.
He turned to Courtney with an expectant look and she inhaled deeply. “What would you like me to be called, sugar?”
I nearly spat out my tongue. Jesus Christ, I was gonna kill her.
He smiled wickedly, “I’d like you to be called to my room in the middle of the night but until then I need your real, sweetie.”
She hummed, good god, this girl vibrated beside me and I had to hold back the curse that was on the tip of my tongue.
“Jessica Hare.”
He nodded as he wrote it down and I couldn’t believe how gullible this sweet giant was.
I could see Courtney’s body trembling as she held back her laughter and I treat her to my best glare.
“Okay, ladies, follow me.”
I studied the place as we followed through a few corridors and doors. It was fairly upmarket and clean, nothing like I had expected, and I was quite amazed at how they could have a security issue here. There were plenty of cameras scattered about.
We approached another door and Burly offered us the sofa facing a door that had a ‘private’ plaque attached. He opened the door and spoke to an invisible someone. “Two more, boss.”
“Twenty minutes, Gabe.”
No! No!
What the hell was happening?
Courtney stared at me as the voice reached her ears as well, her eyes were wide and I watched as the colour slipped from her face and she turned a funny shade of green.
I was shaking, it couldn’t be him. No!
What the fuck!
But…
Gabe closed the door and looked over at us. “He’ll be about twenty minutes, got someone in there with him.”
I nodded slowly as Courtney just stared at him. “You okay, sugar, you look a bit…ill?”
“Water” I croaked out, “She needs water.”
He looked rather panicked as he looked at the closed door, then to Courtney, then back to the door. “Right, wait here.”
He grimaced then disappeared down the other way and into a door at the bottom.
Courtney turned to me, her head shaking wildly as if we had misheard who we had heard. “Fuck… Ava… fuck!”
My heart was threatening to erupt through my chest as my stomach vaulted in disbelief.
I stood up. I sat back down. I stood again.
“Fuck!”
My breathing was getting frantic as my palms sweated profusely, “Fuck! FUCK!!”
No way. No – fucking – way!
My hand shook as I gripped the door handle. Burly came stumbling up the corridor towards me.
Now or never, Ava.
I flung open the door and palmed the frame for support as my eyes took in the scene.
Two naked girls were writhing about on a large sofa, their tongues in each other’s parts as they performed for the management. Their erotic moans loud in the silence of the room as I turned my gaze to the desk opposite.
The management was sat side by side behind the desk watching the girl’s performance.
“…Ava?”
I stared at him as he shot upright up from his seat. His face was pale and agonised as the fuck whore beside him smirked, “Well, this is a pleasant surprise, isn’t it Mason. Hello Ava, come in.”
I didn’t even look at her; I couldn’t remove my eyes from Mason. His hands hit the desk in front of him for support as he swallowed heavily.
“WHO THE FUCK LET HER IN?”
“I did boss, sorry. I’ll get her out.”
Hands came around the top of my arms and I was pulled back, my shock rendering me passive and unable to fight.
People seemed to shoot from everywhere as I was dragged through the corridor backwards, my feet limp and loose under me as Gabe supported all of me.
“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!” Mason bellowed from the hallway, his shock dissipating enough for him to now move.
Gabe dropped me and I fell to the floor in a heap, my eyes still fixed on nothing as my heart slowed and my soul wept.
He wouldn’t do this, he wouldn’t. Eight years. Eight years of lies. All of it a lie. Our marriage…a lie. A fucking lie!
He came before me, crouched on the floor before me but I didn’t see him. I didn’t see him. I saw a liar, a sham, a fraud but then I saw her.
Oh, I saw her and she had seen me coming. And I’d fallen into her trap; hook, line and fucking sinker. In fact I’d fucking dived into it, jumped and hurled myself right at it.
How fucking stupid was I?
I hadn’t seen it.
I hadn’t seen this.
I hadn’t seen him.
“Ava” he choked out and I finally swung my eyes to him.
His hands came out to wrap around me but Courtney slapped him off, “Don’t fucking touch her.”
He narrowed his eyes on her, “Stay out of this Courtney.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, you bastard. Look at her, look at what you’ve done to her.” Then she turned on Rebecca. She didn’t say anything, just hurled her fist back then slammed it right into Rebecca’s face.
I loved my girl.
“And you, you fucking whore. You better move before I decide to fucking kill you.”
Rebecca scrambled back as a random helped her to her feet and she pointed a l
ong talon at Courtney, “Fucking try that again.” she warned.
Courtney whipped her head back and laughed quite manically, “Yes, please.”
“Rebecca, go, just go!” Mason barked and I trained my eyes back on him.
The pain and anguish held in them angered me more. “Baby…”
My fist slammed into his cheekbone and he shot backwards, his back hit the floor with so much force it vibrated my arse an inch up the corridor.
Everyone stared at me; their mouths and eyes wide open as they wondered how this little woman could floor their huge boss.
“Come on, babe.” Courtney said softly as she lifted me off the floor.
“What the fuck?” Gabe said as he stepped in behind me and gripped my hair in a tight grasp.
“Move - your – fucking – hand – NOW!” I growled.
I felt the tremble in his hand but he didn’t release me.
I released me for him as I rammed my elbow into his gut, then turned and kneed him in the groin before I fisted the side of his head and knocked him out.
Mason was sat now, on the floor, his knees bent and his head rested against them in resignation.
I stood over him and he looked up at me. His eyes were bloodshot and accepting. “I don’t want you anywhere near me or the twins.”
He nodded slowly, “Of course.”
“And I want a divorce.”
That got his attention.
He shot to his feet, his head shaking from side to side rapidly, “No, NO! No fucking way.”
I didn’t reply, just scanned him slowly, my heart broken and dead already before I turned and left.
And never looked back.
Chapter 13
mason
She had gone. She had really gone.
She had left me.
I sat, on the floor of the corridor surrounded by many people, but very much alone. Empty, hollow and broken.
I didn’t blame her, hell, I knew it was coming. I had known. I had even warned her it was coming.
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