Chapter 69
Ava licked her lips, "I don't want to look at your phone, and you shouldn't look at mine either."
William nodded slightly and forcefully shoved his phone into her hand, "My phone - look at it or don't, I don't care. But I have to see yours."
Ava was so annoyed she laughed. He was just so unreasonable, and sometimes as childish as a kindergartener.
Before she could speak, William was already reaching for her pocket to get it himself, wanting to see exactly who had sent her a message that she wouldn't let him see.
His hand reached toward her thigh, and Ava panicked.
"William, are you being reasonable or not? I said you can't see it. If you keep this up, I'm calling Grandpa over."
William's large hand was already reaching into her pocket. Ava covered it with both hands, using all her strength in one place, determined to protect her phone at all costs.
Today, no matter what, she couldn't let him see this phone - it was a matter of principle. And William was the type who was used to being domineering and couldn't stand anyone defying him.
The two of them tangled together in a struggle.
"Didn't you say you'd call Grandpa over? Go ahead, call him."
He knew full well she wouldn't dare. Every time she came back to the Morgan Mansion, she was as well-behaved as a rabbit.
The phone was already half-snatched away by him. Ava's hands could barely hold on, and yet he still used that provocative tone to goad her.
"Grandpa, Grandpa..."
Ava threw caution to the wind and shouted toward the door several times, each one louder than the last.
As soon as her voice stopped, she felt a cool breeze on her thigh.
Both of them froze.
The side seam of Ava's pants had ripped open in a long tear, and a piece of fabric from the pocket had been torn off, exposing a large patch of pale white thigh.
William held the small piece of torn fabric in his hand, his throat rolling slightly. At this moment, he had no interest in grabbing the phone - his gaze was glued to that scenery as if by super glue.
"Ava, I do have some self-control, but not much. If you seduce me like this, aren't you afraid I won't be able to hold back?"
"Stop being so full of yourself. I'd rather seduce Pixel in the yard than seduce you."
Pixel was the dog Grandpa kept.
William looked at the woman in front of him, who was talking tough, and pushed her onto the bed, leaning down to press against her.
"Your taste is quite something. Do you know Pixel is a female dog?"
Ava turned her head to the side, refusing to look at him. "Even a female dog is better than you."
When she fed Pixel canned food, Pixel would wag her tail at her and greet her enthusiastically every time. William would only coldly force her to do that thing, and the moment he pulled up his pants, he'd have that heartless face again.
William felt offended. Comparing him to a dog - this woman had been getting bolder and bolder around him lately, speaking without any restraint every time, not afraid of making him angry at all, sometimes even deliberately saying hurtful things to upset him.
"Can Pixel satisfy you?"
He pressed his hips forward wickedly.
Ava's heart was in chaos. What was he trying to do now?
If he forced himself on her, with the physical difference between men and women, she couldn't escape at all. At this moment, she could only be grateful that the two little ones in her belly were being good and hadn't been affected.
"William, get up."
Her tone softened - she didn't dare challenge him anymore.
William wouldn't let her off that easily. "You think you can just run away after teasing me?"
His undeniable body heat burned through their clothes against her. Ava's heart felt like it was harboring a startled deer.
"Don't do anything crazy, there are people outside."
"You can keep your voice down."
Ava completely panicked.
"William, when will you get tired of this?"
She figured when he got tired of it, he'd probably be willing to let her go.
William bit her earlobe, sometimes lightly, sometimes harder. Ava felt like she was about to surrender again. She clearly wasn't someone who indulged in desire, yet every time, she couldn't resist his teasing.
"You..."
Halfway through her words, her mouth was sealed.
A knock sounded at the door, but neither of them heard it.
The door was pushed open from the outside. "Ava, did you just call me?"
Howard pushed the door open and saw the two people stacked on the bed. He regretted it so much his intestines turned green - why did he have to open that door?
"You two carry on, carry on!"
Howard hurriedly backed out, his mouth stretched all the way to the back of his head. He rubbed his hands together, feeling like great-grandchildren were coming soon.
Ava's mind cleared a bit.
"Get up, Grandpa's outside."
William rolled over, lying to the side, panting, and the desire occupying his brain dissipated by half.
He rubbed his temples, wondering how he'd become so lustful. In broad daylight, without even drawing the curtains or locking the door - but seeing that patch of pale white thigh, his heart had stirred restlessly, completely out of control.
This woman must have put a spell on him, to the point where just now even seeing a strand of her hair seemed incredibly sexy.
She'd really lit a fire in him.
Ava took advantage of these few seconds while he was spacing out to quickly sit up and straighten the clothes he'd messed up. The top could be fixed, but the pants were unwearable. Fortunately, she had clothes here, too.
She went to the walk-in closet to find a long dress. When she put it on and tried to zip it up, it got stuck. Ava felt today wasn't a good day to go out - she should have stayed home.
She reached her hand behind her back, trying hard to pull the zipper, but it was stuck in the middle, neither up nor down. Now she couldn't even take it off if she wanted to.
After struggling for a while, the zipper hadn't budged at all, and she was drenched in sweat.
William closed his eyes to calm down. When the fire inside had mostly died down, he remembered Ava had gone into the walk-in closet and hadn't come out for ages without making a sound.
"Ava?"
He called out, and hearing no response, he strode toward the walk-in closet.
Ava sat in the walk-in closet and heard his footsteps, her scalp tingling. She felt like a dying prey right now, watching a beast approach with nowhere to escape. Her hands were tied in knots behind her back, with the zipper stuck firmly in the middle, neither up nor down.
William pushed open the glass door, his pupils contracting. The woman in front of him had her back to the door, revealing a beautiful butterfly back, her skin glowing white.
He felt all the blood in his body boiling, the fire that had just been extinguished reigniting.
This woman was definitely doing this on purpose.
"Ava, what are you doing?"
Ava spun around abruptly, her nervous palms covered in sweat.
"Nothing, nothing."
William narrowed his eyes and strode over, asking meaningfully,
"Need help?"
Ava paused. She did need help.
"My zipper's stuck."
William cleared his throat, his gaze falling on her slightly panicked face.
"Turn around."
Ava turned around gently, reaching her hand behind to protect the lower part of the zipper, afraid he'd pull it down further - which was exactly what he was thinking.
"Ava, are you really that afraid of me?"
His voice was right by her ear, warm breath falling on her neck. Ava froze for a few seconds, not knowing how to respond. She was truly afraid.
She felt his hand touch her back, fiddling with the zipper.
Ava's entire back was stiff, not even daring to breathe heavily.
"Can you hurry up?"
After speaking, she heard him laugh behind her with ill intent.
"Why do you always want your man to hurry up? How can you feel good if I hurry?"