“Why?”
“Look at this shirt. It’s like a dress!” She shakes the hem, which lands just below her knees.
“Well, I think it’s cute,” I tell her, taking her by the hand and leading her to the kitchen.
Thoughts of marriage flash through my mind. The idea of having Ava asmywife is no longer just a thought; it’s a necessity.
“You sit down,” she says, gently pushing me down into a chair. “And I’ll whip you up something to eat.”
I watch her as she goes over to the fridge, opens the door, and searches around for ingredients. She looks so comfortable, like she’s been living with me for years.
My chest is warm and my heart aches with love. I need to propose.Soon.
You just never hear about stories like ours in real life. Only in movies do two people meet and instantly fall in love.
But with Ava and me, it’s like fate just drew us together. I can still picture her there on her stool, wearing her wedding gown, as if beckoning me to come over and talk to her.
“So you have eggs, but your bacon has expired…” she muses, holding up a package of bacon that has gone green. “I could make waffles if you have a waffle maker. Or pancakes?”
“No waffle maker,” I chuckle. It broke years ago. “But pancakes sounds great.”
She paces over to me, moving slowly, each step deliberate, swaying her hips sensually.
“Then let’s do that,” she whispers, pressing her lips to my cheek.
So this is what heaven is like. A beautiful woman in my kitchen, wearing my clothes, making me breakfast.
She has me feeling like the king of the universe.
“You know it just occurred to me,” she says as she starts whisking the eggs. “All my things are still at Berry’s.”
My jaw clenches just at the sound of his name.
“Don’t worry about that.” My blood pounds through my veins. “I’ll just break in and take them. They belong to you anyway.”
Ava smiles but shakes her head. “No, don’t risk it. I don’t need them anyway.”
“You know what I need?” I ask, rising and wrapping my arms around her waist.
“What?”
“You, and only you.”
I’m just about to kiss her when the whole house shakes. A loud crash comes from the front door, and I race into the hall to see four suited men pointing guns at me.
“Get down!” one of them orders.
Heart pounding, I glance over at Ava, who is already shaking. Then slowly, I sit on the floor as these men storm into my home.
At first, I don’t know what’s going on. But then I see him.
“Berry,” I growl as he steps through the shattered door. He puffs a cigar and looks down at me as his men drag Ava from the kitchen.
“Where’s that middle finger now?” He snorts.
“Get off me!” Ava screams, causing every muscle in my body to go tense.
I have to do something. But with two guns pointed at me, I’d be dead before I could even move.
