Crossroads of Deceit

Chapter 2

Wyatt POV

The soft morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in my bedroom. Memories of the gala flooded my mind, but nothing compared to being here with her. Avery lay on the bed, her gentle breathing filling the quiet room. She looked so peaceful and beautiful perfect and the best thing that happened to me. My Avery.

As She stirred, her Sleepy hazel eyes, a mesmerizing fusion of green and brown, met mine, and I was immediately entranced by their depths. Her beauty was nothing short of breathtaking. High, elegant cheekbones accentuated the graceful lines of her face, and her full lips touched with the subtlest of rose hues, were utterly captivating. It was a beauty that had always set her apart, and I couldn't help but admire the exquisite intricacies of her features as I traced them with a gentle touch.

"Good morning, love," I murmured, my voice filled with admiration.

A genuine smile graced her lips. "Good morning."

Our closeness allowed me to appreciate every element of her beauty. Her skin, ever smooth, seemed to glow in the morning light, and the way her lightly scattered hair, a waterfall of chestnut silk, fell gently across her shoulders added to the elegance of her appearance. Her form, beneath the sheets, was a vision of grace and allure.

"Ugh, I wish we could stay like this forever," she sighed, hugging me tighter.

A soft chuckle escaped me. " That would be perfect just me and you”. Honestly, it's not the first time this longing has swept through my thoughts. The idea of escaping the ceaseless pressures, towering expectations, the poignant ache of pain, and the burden of disappointment wasn't a bad idea

Abruptly, Avery lifted her gaze, pulling my attention back to her with an almost magnetic force.

"And Bas," she uttered,

Bas was my German Shepherd Dog. I had welcomed Bas into my life during my darkest hours, finding solace and companionship in his loyal presence. We shared a unique bond, and during moments when it felt like judgmental eyes were all around, Bas stood by me, offering silent comfort. But ever since he met Avery. Things changed it seemed like I became the third wheel and to think we had a connection.

"Do we have to bring him along?" I joked, and she playfully swatted my shoulder.

"Hey, Bas always tags along," she insisted.

Already missing her touch I drew her close to me and she nuzzled to my chest

"Fine, he can tag along," I said in defeat. Her laughter filled the room. A sound I could never get tired of.

In a sudden burst of excitement, Bas entered the room, leaping onto the bed and effectively hijacking Avery's attention. Leave it to Bas to ruin the moment.

"Who's a good boy?" Avery chimed in a sweet, affectionate voice, her hand tenderly patting his head.

I reluctantly rolled off the bed using this as an opportunity to prepare breakfast.

In the kitchen, I gathered ingredients for pancakes I wasn't the best cook, but when it came to whipping up the perfect pancake, I had a knack. My friends dubbed me the Pancake Wizard, or as they liked to put it, the impulsive "Lord of Pancakes.

Dishing out Avery's breakfast, my phone buzzed with a message from my secretary, revealing an interview with Liam about Hayes Enterprise's growth in France.I should be happy, I was but at the same time I was terrified. Soon my dad was going to call and I knew how ugly things will get. Dammit, I cursed, anger boiling within as I unconsciously slammed my hand on the table.

"Babe?" Avery's gentle voice called out, and I hesitated, reluctant to let her see me like this. Slowly turning to face her, putting on a fake smile to hid the pain I felt.

"I'm sorry, babe. I startled you. I thought I saw a bug," I lied in an attempt to soothe her, but her expression betrayed her suspicion. It was evident she wasn't buying into that excuse. Sensing the need for a more convincing diversion, I approached her, enveloping her in a reassuring hug.

"I'm really fine, Babe," I said, smiling.

"Wyatt, you can always talk to me," she said, fixing her gaze upon me with a genuine concern that penetrated to my core. The intensity of her look, though well-intentioned, had a way of unsettling me. It wasn't mere empathy she conveyed; it was as if her eyes carried the weight of understanding, a depth that ventured beyond mere pity. And truth be told, I despised that pitiable glance the last emotion I wished to elicit from her.

"I know, and honestly, you're making it hard for me to think straight," I whispered seductively, hugging her tighter like I wasn't ready to let go of her, I tenderly planted feather-light kisses along the delicate curve of her neck. She responded with a soft hum of approval, a melody of pleasure lingering in the air. Before we could take things further her tummy grumbled.

" Oh looks like I'm hungry," she said embarrassed.

"It's a good thing you've got the lord of pancakes here," I teased. She rolled her eyes, heading to the table. It was best if things remind like this.

"You coming?" she asked.

I smiled, walking up to her. It was perfect.