Chapter 9

Ava's pov

Watching him kiss this pretty lady so passionately jagged painful lines in my heart. It felt as though my heart was being torn apart. I should not be feeling this way. I should not even be attracted to him in the first place.

It should be a good thing that he has a girlfriend and this was definitely my cue to get the hell out of here before I do something silly.

Turning my back on them, I walked away with my head raised high and despite the strong urge, I avoided glancing behind me.

I must have been flying on my feet because I could not recall walking, all I knew was that I was lying on my back flat on my door as I sucked and expelled large gulps of air.

"This is wrong, Ava. This is all wrong." I hissed out and clamped my hands on my head, trying to relieve the crazy pressure that was building in my head.

I felt so pressed, so pressured, so annoyed. It was as though my head was going to burst and it was simply because I had seen him kiss that girl. I was still not certain who she was, but it was obvious he knew her well enough to kiss her back.

I knew I should be glad to see him kissing another woman, but the selfish, depraved, and perverted part of me was not at peace. Jealousy and obsession filled me and it was driving me insane.

"You need to get out of your head, Ava," I warned myself as I paced from the door to the bed.

I was on my second trip when my phone rang in my pocket, startling me. My body shook with tremors as I grabbed the phone, wondering who was calling me. I let out a breath when I saw it was Celia. She must be worried about me. I thought and answered the call.

"Hey, Ava. I am so sorry you had to see me with Greg. It was not planned." She said as soon as the call connected.

I rolled my eyes at her, clearly not believing her. He didn't come up to her as though they hadn't met for the day. He came up on her, with the certainty that he was welcomed.

"What's wrong? You don't look well. Is everything okay?" She asked, her tone softer and more caring.

"Yeah, everything is cool." I lied, suddenly not knowing how to tell her that I had almost thrown myself at my cousin.

"Are you sure? You don't look really good." She insisted, her tone was a blend of worry, care, and fear.

I opened my lips to lie to her, but a knock sounded on my door startling me. It was way past dinner time, so who else would want to come to my room at this time of night?

I thought of ignoring who was at the door, but I wondered if it could be my aunt, and I didn't want to seem insensitive by ignoring her. Letting out a deep breath, I flashed Celia an apologetic smile.

"I am so sorry, but I have to answer the door," I said and without hesitating for a beat, I ended the call.

"I am coming," I yelled after another knock sounded on the door.

With brisk steps, I walked over to the door and yanked it open. The breath was knocked out of me as soon as my eyes landed on the tall body of hot chocolate standing before me.

Our eyes locked in, freezing time for a moment as all I could imagine doing was kissing him like my life depended on him.

Damn hell, my life actually depended on it. My body was on fire with need and desire for him and there was no way I could sleep if I didn't make love to him right now.

"Hey." He breathed.

Without allowing him to land, I wrapped my hand on his neck and clamped my lips on his, dragging him into my room.

Like a frenzied animal, his hands were everywhere on my body, touching me and peeling my clothes away from my body.

There was a part of my brain screaming that this was a bad idea, but its screams were muffled by the very crazy rage of desire running through me.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" He broke our kiss for a second with his question.

"Yes, yes, yes. I want to." I murmured and pressed my lips on his again, wanting to get rid of this raging fire that was inside of me.

I was never going to be sane if I didn't make love to him and it was better I get done with it and over with.

However, a question popped into my head and I knew its answer would determine if this would be filled with more regrets or not.

"That girl at the pool. Who is she?" I questioned and made eye contact with him.

Silence enveloped us for a beat and then he said, "You don't have to worry about her." And that was all I needed to resume kissing him with twice as much fervor.

The more I kissed Dale, the more I felt a shift and change in him. He grew more possessive and authoritative with each second that we kissed. Weirdly, I was enjoying it and wanted to see an even more possessive side of him.

"You want me, don't you?" He murmured as he pulled his lips from my mouth and traced imaginary lines on my breast.

"Yes, I do. Please I do." I murmured, completely out of my mind at this point.

After my heartbreak with Derek, I had sworn that I was never going to let a man have so much power over me, but here I was almost begging for Dale to make love to me.

"Well, if you want my cock, then you should be ready to do anything to get it." He said in an authoritative tone.

I raised my head to look at him, and I was shocked by the man I saw. He looked and sounded so different. Yes, it was obviously Dale, but there was some sort of change to him.

He didn't look like a young sexy geek anymore. He looked more like a Sex Master and somehow, I was more than ready to be his slave.