Rough Desire

Chapter 12

 Ava pov:

The next day I woke up still mad. In fact I wasn't just mad I was furious. I didn't know if I was more angry at Dean or myself. He acted like a real jerk yesterday, I mean come on we get it you're a player, a f*****g hot one who can get any girl and yeah I had my chance and yeah I get it now I mean nothing but jeeze talk about rubbing it in! 

Then there was me, I hated how I felt, hated that even with all this anger, deep down I knew if I had another chance with him I would take. I just couldn't resist. I couldn't let go of the one person who had finally made me feel something. Someone who finally gave me the things I craved. Someone with whom I could finally open up a part of me that had been dying to get out and now that inner freak didn't want to go back down, she wanted to come out and play and to my annoyance she didn't want anyone besides him.

At that moment a knock came from the front door. I threw the covers over my head, I wasn't in the mood to go open it but whoever was on the other side kept knocking and in the end I had no choice but to drag myself out of bed and open it.

I let out an annoyed sigh as I saw Dean standing there with a big box in his hands.

"Greeaatt. Just the person I wanted to see" I sarcastically said through clenched teeth.

I could sense he was a bit uncomfortable with the tone I was using with him. Good he deserved to. I wanted him to know I was angry with him.

He opened his mouth to say something then closed it again. Whatever it was it seemed that he changed his mind about it and decided to say something else instead.

"I realized I didn't thank you for helping my dad last night."

"Ahha. Your welcome" My hand automatically went to the door ready to close it and bring this conversation to an end. 

Seeing what I was about to do Dean stepped forward and stopped me before I got the chance.

"Not going to let me in?" He said raising an eye brow.

Yeah in your dream dude was what I wanted to say but instead those words came out as "Why Do I have a reason to?" Why was I always hanging on to this hope that we could be something more.

"Yeah you do." He shook the box playfully in my face as he spoke. "Were making cupcakes"

"I'm not in the mood Dean." I always was but I couldn't just let him walts in and out of my life as he pleased.  

"Well then get in the mood" he said as he pushed his way passed me and into the house "And get in some clothes." 

I was so caught up in how angry I was at him that I had completely forgot I was still in my pjs. Why? Every fricken time!

"I don't want to" I whinnied acting like a little child throwing a tantrum.  

"Too bad sweetheart. Now go freshen up. I'll start unpacking." 

When I didn't move he looked up from the box that was now on my kitchen bench and glared in my direction.

"Now Ava" He said in a demanding voice and I knew I couldn't argue with him any further.

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You are not going to let that man get to you anymore. 

You are not going to let him play with your emotions. 

Come on Ava this isn't you.

I stepped out of the shower and stared at my reflection as I continued with my little pep talk.

You are calm. You are cool and You are sassy.

And in the end. He is just a man.

A very hot one who knows how to use that big...

No!

Focus.

Calm. Cool. Sassy.

I quickly threw on some mini shorts and a crop singlet and then made my way back to the kitchen.  I found Dean leaning over the bench playing on his phone. He had already unpacked everything and had it all neatly laid out. I looked over the ingredients he had brought, there was the usual flour, sugar and all that then there was a whole bunch of frosting and sprinkles among other decorations. 

"You got enough stuff here to make a hundred cupcakes." I stated not bothering to look up from the items.

"Then we will make a hundred" He replied putting down the phone he began to fidget with something else.

"And who's gonna eat that many?"

Next thing I knew his hands were wrapped around me from behind and his head rested on my shoulder. Instantly I felt a rush of heat run through my body and it took everything in me not to turn to jelly in his arms.

"Don't worry I'm greedy" he whispered in my ear.

For a second I was confused. Was he still talking about cupcakes or was this heading in a different direction? It was only when his hands moved away did I realize he had tied an apron around my waist. Be cool I silently reminded myself. 

"Finally something we agree on"

He simple raised an eye brow at my comment and picked up his phone again. A few seconds later music started playing through my Bluetooth speaker. Being a lover of music it instantly caught my attention, switching my mood along with it.

"I love this song" I squealed a bit to excited

"I know" He said staring at me intensely and that was when I realize he had been watching me waiting to see my reaction. 

I blush slightly and turned to face him properly. "How?" 

"Magic" 

I screwed my face unimpressed with his childish answer. "Do I look 3 to you?"

"Yes" he said taking the opportunity to toy with me a little more.

"Well you look like a wrinkly 60 year old man." Two can play this game.

Unexpectedly he took a step towards me and with a small tug of my hand he had pulled me into his arms.

"I could be your sugar daddy."

Even though I knew he was just teasing the words still sounded so good coming out of his mouth. I would happily get on my knees for this man any day, no money needed. If only he would take the hint and stop playing with me like my emotions were some kind of joke. 

"No thanks grandpa." I said quickly slipping out of his embrace before my body gave away my true feelings. "Oh and Dean. Don't touch my Bluetooth speaker ever again." I didn't honestly care but I needed to change the topic and at the same time show him I could be just as demanding as he was.

"Sure thing boss" He said sending a wink my way.

Why? Why did everything he do have to be so damn sexy! I wanted to resist him I really did but I knew I was fighting a losing battle. If only I could have it my way, we would be f*****g on this kitchen bench right now. I'd let him squirt his icing all over my cupcakes any day.