THE INTRUSION
1064 Words
CHAPTER 10
A drop of the morning sun spilled softly into the penthouse’s kitchen hitting on the marble counter.
The place was quiet; the only sound heard was the faint sound of the refrigerator.
Ava stood by the counter, pouring some water into a glass. Her over sized shirt hanging loosely on her body, it did nothing to hide her inside body.
Ethan walked in, his steps came to a halt when he set eyes on Ava.
Her messy hair falling over her shoulders, n*****s looking straight at him from her shirt and her slurpy thighs.
She was effortlessly seductive.
She wasn't trying to be tempting. She just was and that was the problem.
His problem.
she probably forgot that the white shirt was thinner than ever when she rushed to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
For a moment, time went still.
“Don't look. Don't look.”
But he looked; his eyes betrayed him.
He dragged his gaze to the floor, forcing himself back to his senses.
“Good morning, sir.” Ava said, unaware of the current war of emotions going on in his mind.
Ethan cleared his throat.
“Good morning.”
He walked past her to the coffee machine.
“You're not dressed for work.” He finally said, voice low and gruff.
“I would rush now.” She muttered, almost bowing her head.
A smile splashed across his lips. “Take the day off.”
She blinked. “What? Why?”
“You need to rest.”
“Huh…What about you, aren't you going to work?” She asked, casually.
He leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping coffee.
“I'm the goddamn CEO, I decide when to work.”
She hadn't expected her boss to give her a day off
She looked away, a small laugh slipping out of her lips. She had never seen him not want to work.
“Why is she affecting me?” He thought. “Everytime I look at her, I lose focus.”
He just couldn't keep his eyes away from her.
He tried not to think of her, but it didn't seem possible.
Ava opened the fridge. “What would you eat? I could make breakfast.”
“You.” His answer slipped out before he could stop it.
“Huh?” She turned sharply. Luckily, she didn't hear him.
“I…Uh…” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated on how easily the word came out of his mouth
A sudden knock interrupted them.
Ethan's expression shifted as he walked confidently to the door and opened it.
Miranda stood there.
Perfect hair, like a picture perfect seductress.
Her eyes dropped on Ava, standing barefoot, wearing a see-through shirt in his house.
The air bloated with tension.
“What…is …she…doing…here?” Miranda's voice was slow and venomous as she dragged those words.
Drama about to escalate.
Ava swallowed, her hand gripping the counter.
Ethan stepped slightly in front of her.
“She's here for work, Miranda.” Ethan answered, his voice maintaining firmness.
Miranda laughed once, it was humourless.
“Oh?” Her eyes dropped on Ava's shirt.” Is that what work looks like?”
Ava's heart dropped. She crossed her arms over her chest, finally realizing how visible her breasts had been.
“Ethan, tell me you're joking.” Miranda said, voice cracking with disbelief. “First, it was the Mansion, now it's your penthouse.”
He didn't respond.
“Do you accept homeless people into your home, Ethan.” She questioned.
“How did you know I was here?” He asked her.
“Lucas told me, you left the mansion to stay at your penthouse.”
“Lucas.” He murmured, clenching his fist.
“Answer me, babe.” She called him in a calm and sweet tone.
“Why do I always have to explain myself to you?” Ethan snarled, his voice wasn't just filled with anger but strain.
“Remember our relationship is mainly for the media. You don't always have to take things personally because I gave you the chance to.”
Miranda stood there, mouth widened. She never believed Ethan could make a statement like that.
Tears welled up her eyes, she's about to lose the only man that made her mattered.
Wanted, but that wasn't the case anymore.
“Yes, our relationship was for the media initially, but we grew on each other.” she cried.
“It was business. Us. We're just a deal.” He didn't want to recall the event that led to their relationship.
He blinked, swallowing anger.
She moved closer to Ava.
“You think you can just walk into his life and take what’s mine?” Her voice was tainted like a venom.
“Sleeping under his roof doesn't make you special.”
Ava's jaw tightened. She felt the weight of her voice, but still said nothing; it wasn't her place, so she had no right to.
“Miranda enough?”
She turned to Ethan again, her eyes boiling with anger and heartbreak.
“You used to talk to me. You used to look at me.” Her voice trembled, betraying the effort she had made to control herself. “What changed?”
There was silence.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
“You disappeared last night. I miss you already.” A message from Sophia Forbes, the PR director.
An audacity.
Ethan widened his eyes. He ignored the message.
The silhouette from the previous night was Sophia…the message gave everything away.
Miranda’s face straightened instantly, wiping her emotion clean.
“Enjoy this little moment,” she said softly. “While it lasts.”
“But listen, I will crush whatever this is.” she turned and left, slamming the door with all the strength in her.
Tranquility was restored but not in Ava’s heart.
“She's dangerous.” Ava muttered.
“I know,” his eyes softened immediately as it fell on her.
“And she would try to get to you in every way possible.”
“Do not break.” He made a point with his fingers.
“Mhm…” she hummed, looking at him with her wide cat-ish eyes.
Outside, Miranda stepped into her car, hands shaking.
She picked up her phone and sent a message without hesitation.
“Find me everything you can on Ava Sinclair. Everything."
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