Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 17

Ava POV

I look back at Sam. "Do you even know how brainless you are? I never thought you could think Something like this about me and Nathan, and did you forget where you are?" Sam looks down in shame but says nothing.

I look at Nathan "I want to go home. Please take me back."

"Ava, I would love to, but you are not well, and the doctor has asked for full bed rest. However, I do not want you to stay here either. Saying that, he started helping me get down.

I got down hearing this and started walking towards the door, and then I thought about my phone. I looked back and saw my phone on the bedside. Before I walked there, I was up in the air, and someone was holding me in his arms. No need to guess who dares to do that.

"Leave me, Mr. Jensen." I wriggle in his grip.

"Never ever." He pressed me more to him, like I was a baby.

"I said leave me. I want to go home," I tried again.

"How many times do I have to remind you that you are at home?" He was so close to me that I could feel his breath fanning on me.

I give a quick look at his face; he is indeed devilishly handsome, but let us not forget the devil in it.

But his pulpy lips look tempting. I guess one kiss will not harm.

Then I remember how he ignored me, kissing on the altar, how he disrespected me, and how unwanted I felt.

"Guys, if you need some private time, we can wait outside." Sam smirks, looking at us.

Before I replied, "Oh, that would be wonderful, Sam," She nodded, held Nathan's hand, and started walking out. I looked at Nathan and pleaded with my eyes not to go, and he stopped.

He cleared his throat. "I guess we should leave, Ava."

"Leave me, Mr. Jensen, right at this moment." Now I am angry.

"Or else," he said cockily.

"Or else you will not like what I will do next," I warn him.

"Trust me, baby, I am dying to know," he replies, smirking.

"Ok then," I said, biting his shoulder. So hard that I believe the mark will stay with him for at least a week, and I will not be surprised if blood oozes out.

He loosened his grip, and I jerked myself while standing on my feet, but I felt a little dizzy because of the sudden movement.

Nathan holds me instantly and asks, "Are you okay, Ava?"

I nod and look back at Blake with a murderous look.

"Come on, Nathan," I said, and I started walking.

"Ava, wait." Blake spoke.

"He turns to Nathan. See, I understand you want to take her with you, but right now she needs rest, and you know it. She is weak. Please let her stay here for a few days, and then I will drop her off at your house." He requested Nathan politely.

But I know he is anything but polite.

Nathan looked towards me, and I pleaded in my eyes, Do not go, but I do not know why he nodded in agreement.

I looked at Sam, and she was smiling like a madwoman.

Dear sweet God, What have you done to my friends?

Are they my friends or someone else behind these faces?

This made me angrier.

"First of all, my being weak should not concern you in any way. Second, my friends do not take my life's decision. I know very well what to do and what not to do. So kindly excuse us and stop this nonsense of your concern." I started walking towards the door and stopped hearing him.

"Fine, if you cannot stay here, never mind, but I can stay with you, right?"

"Roxy..." Blake calls someone

I went inside the bathroom and closed the door. Sitting down on the floor, I looked up and said, ‘Why are you doing this to me? Why is he back? When I finally started living my life, he was back in my life and trying to behave as if nothing had happened.

What does he want now? If he does not want a divorce, then what else does he want? He has everything, and I do not think I have something that he needs.

Tears were coming down my eyes, and I was sitting on the floor, motionless. God, I am a person who looks for love, and anyone can manipulate me by showing me a little affection, and that is the reason I stay aloof.

I am already broken, and I might not be able to take one more heartbreak. Take him away from me, please. I cried a lot.

I do not know how long I sat there, but then I took a shower. After having a cold shower, I came out wrapping a towel around my body while drying my hair with another one.

I came to my room and started walking towards my closet, and someone cleared his throat. I looked up and saw Blake was half laying on my bed and looking at me from top to bottom.

"Oh, my god, you shameless man, what are you doing in my room, and how come you entered without my permission?" I spoke seethingly in anger. I hid my body with the towel in my hand.

He started walking toward me, and I started walking backward. I hit my back with something, which I guess was the door of my closet. He kept his hand on both sides of me, trapping me inside his web, and spoke.

Where do you want me to be, darling, hmm? He spoke, nuzzling my hair."

Anywhere, then here. Now get out of my room," I said, but my voice came as a whisper.

"Let me correct you, sweetheart. Our room is our room." He spoke, nuzzling my hair to my neck, and this was giving me some weird sensation, but I controlled myself and spoke.

"To hell with our room. This is my room, only mine. Now get lost." I pushed him a little, but this monster did not budge.

"We are still married legally, and I have a full right in this room, and no one can deny that, not even you." He kissed my cheeks.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want? Tell me? I will give you whatever you want to leave. Tell me?" I want to know the reason he is doing this.

"I want you only, nothing else, and I will never leave you in my life. Keep this in your little brain." He started kissing my neck, and somehow I lost myself there.

Clutching the towel tightly, I panted hard. His touch was creating some sinful emotion that I had never felt before. My trans broke when someone knocked on the door, and I heard color-full words from Blake's mouth for that person. I wanted to laugh, but then I remembered what he had just done, and that made me angrier.

I pushed him, took my clothes, and went back to my bathroom again to change.