SPECIE OF LOVE

BUTTERFLIES

* Chapter 13 _BUTTERFLIES_

DAMIEN’S POV*

I waited in the hotel suite, and for the first time in my life, _Damien Cole_ was nervous.

Nervousness was a weakness I despised. But tonight, it crawled under my skin like ants.

I called her. Again. Voicemail.

I paced. Round and round the suite like a caged lion.

Yet I couldn’t stop smiling.

_My Ava is coming._

The thought alone sent chills down my spine.

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*AVA’S POV*

I stepped out of the room, dazzling.

Marie had just been discharged. She was sprawled on the couch, but the second she heard the click of my heels, she sat up.

I saw it in her eyes. She was lost. Confused. Scared for me.

“Just tell me you want to kill Damien,” she said, forcing a smile.

I planted both hands on my waist. “Well… I just want to teach him a lesson,” I said, mischief dripping from my voice.

“Be careful,” she warned. “You know how ruthless Mrs. Cole is with anyone who dares her. And she still has the video.”

“Yeah, Mummy, I know,” I sighed. “But you can’t dispute the fact that your girl is in love.”

I flaunted my hair, pecked her forehead, and stepped out happily.

I boarded a cab and whistled the entire journey.

“I see you’re happy today, ma’am,” the driver said as I alighted.

I turned. It was him. The same driver from the day I broke down.

“Oh, it’s you, sir. Thanks for the other day.” I laughed. “And yes, God works in miraculous ways.”

“He does,” he nodded. “Extend my greetings to the mister.”

I giggled, handed him the fare. “Keep the change.”

Then I waltzed through the hotel gate like a woman on a mission.

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*DAMIEN’S POV*

I was sweating profusely under the AC. “I’m running out of patience now,” I muttered.

“Hey, Boss.”

Her voice jolted me back to reality.

I’m lost. The lady in front of me is a goddess.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. She leaned against the wall, closed the door with a soft _click_, and my breath caught.

This was the sexiest I’d ever seen her.

Her two “pookies” were saying hello to me through that dress. She catwalked to me, pulled out a handkerchief, and started wiping my sweat.

She bit my ear and whispered, “Why are you sweating when the air conditioner is on? Are you that restless to get disciplined by me?”

My ears burned.

_How did my innocent Ava turn into this woman driving me crazy?_

She pushed the handkerchief into my hand and sauntered to the couch. “We need to talk, though.”

I followed. Sat next to her.

She cupped my face. “Damien, you need to focus and listen to everything I want to say.” She smiled, but her eyes were serious.

“How am I supposed to focus when you’re literally disciplining me?” I mumbled under my breath.

She turned away. “Mrs. Cole has our video. The fact that she’s stopped threatening me doesn’t mean she’s left us alone. She warned me. She even prepared my visa. Sooner or later, she’ll come after me again if I don’t leave the country.” Her voice shook.

I took her hands. “Hey, all that doesn’t matter. You’re not leaving me. Or are you?”

“No. I’m not,” she whispered.

“Then please,” I begged, “discipline me instead of all these talks.”

She yanked me to my feet. Lips crashed.

She shoved me onto the bed. My _little mister_ danced for joy.

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**_ONE HOUR LATER*__

She was resting on my chest. I felt fulfilled. Complete.

Then I felt it. A flutter. A movement. Twice.

I froze. But I didn’t dare ask. Because she didn’t know I was the anonymous caller the other day. _She didn’t know I heard everything._

“Hey,” I started.

“Yes, baby?” she murmured.

“I would have sworn I felt something move,” I said carefully.

She jolted up. “Where?”

“When I touched your tummy,” I said, watching her face.

“You’re so delusional,” she laughed, too quickly. “I just heard a knock on the door, Damien.”

She was changing the topic. I heard the knock too. I shook my head.

“God is good,” she said, laughing.

“Your God has succeeded in helping you create a distraction,” I said. “But I’m coming back to this conversation.”

I kissed her. “Go, Damien.”

I stood up reluctantly, dragging my feet to the door, eyes locked on my goddess.

_This person wouldn’t stop disrupting my moments,_ I thought.

I opened the door.

Boom.

My mother stood there.

“Hey, son,” she said, smiling.

Right there and then, every butterfly in my belly disappeared.

_God, help me._

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*Author’s Note:*

Do not despise the day of small beginnings! _Butterflies_ came, but the _storm_ is here.

Comment “TEAM DAMAVA” if you want Ava to fight.

Moon Ticket if you want Mrs. Cole to fall.

God is working. 19 eyes → 190 next.

_RIDE, DINE AND READ_ ❤️

Loviesss 😘

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