Ava’s POV
I woke to the sound of distant voices and the low rumble of cars on the gravel driveway.
For a moment I lay still, staring at the ceiling of the large bedroom, feeling the faint, pleasant ache between my thighs that reminded me exactly what had happened in his study the night before. The memory of Corren’s voice, his hands, the way he had f****d me over the desk while making me call him Daddy, settled over me like a second sheet. My body responded instantly—warmth low in my belly, a slow pulse of need—even though I was still half-asleep.
A soft knock interrupted the thought. The same young maid from the previous morning entered with a tray and another small envelope. This time the note was longer.
Breakfast is in the small dining room. Wear the black dress. We have company. —
