Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 23

Ava'S POV

I opened my eyes and looked around the beautiful room. I look down at myself. I am sleeping on the comfy, fluffy bed. I again look around and notice this is some unknown place, and instantly my heart sinks in fear.

Jerking up, I got up and looked around for something familiar, or maybe someone.

"Good morning, wife," and I heard the irritating voice of my life, but for the first time, relief washed off me upon hearing his annoying voice.

"Where am I?" I ignored his good morning because all the goodness flew away the moment I saw him.

"Home," he said, drying his hair.

"Whose home?" I again asked, looking around, because last time I was at his place, that was not this.

"Our home." Hearing this again, I looked at him. The view in front of my innocent eyes was not so innocent for the well-grown-up lady; however, I minded it all.

He was drying his hair and wearing only his lower and upper bodies.

Damn, he has six packs? And look at his biceps and broad shoulders, a little down the V.

Suddenly my throat gets dry, and unknowingly, I licked my dry lips, but I did not take my eyes off.

"I know I am a drool-worthy darling and all yours." I came out of my la-la land, hearing a cocky statement.

I composed myself instantly and said, Droll-worthy, and you? You are too much yourself, Mr. Jensen. I was not drooling; I was thinking about how shameless you are. Cannot you see a girl in the room?" I huff while crossing my hands over my chest.

Damn, he caught me red-handed. So embarrassing.

"I can see a girl in the room, and that girl is my wife, and she has full right to see me with or without clothes," he said, applying his perfume while his eyes stuck on me.

"You are not only shameless, you are disgusting," I said, huffing in irritation.

He turned to my side and started taking steps toward me, and I gulped in nervousness.

Why is he coming toward me?

He dropped his body while dropping my body back to bed. He caged me between the headrest and him and said, "Baby, if I feel shy, how will we make babies?"

I said the nussle in my neck, and I lost it under the surge in me.

"Babies? And that too with you? In your dreams, I said, I pushed him.

"Why do you not want babies? You do not like them?" He asked, raising his eyebrows while smartly changing the subject.

"I want them, and I love them. But at the same time, I do not want your babies." I said, looking into his eyes.

"Then whose babies do you want, hmm?" He hummed in an angry tone, coming too close to my liking.

His proxy makes me a little nervous. I do not know why.

"Anyone but you." I tried to compose myself and wanted to speak confidently, but my voice came out like a mummer. I doubt he even heard it.

"It will be me and only me. Do you get it, Mrs. Ava Blake Jensen?" He spoke seethingly in anger, and I do not know why. I just nodded.

The moment I nod, I repent for giving in to his demands. I need to stay away from him, no matter what.

"That is like my girl," he said, kissing my nose and backing away.

And me? I am still trying to recover from his closeness, his no-shirt view, and his kiss, of course.

Whatever it is, he has a body to drool off. My fingers are itching to touch them. I fist my hands tightly to control my emotions.

I took a few deep breaths, and once he went back to the dressing table, I picked up a plain white tee and wore it.

And I was never thankful to him like I am today.

I heard a knock and looked up to see who was there. And I saw Anna.

What is she doing here?

"Good morning, dear. How are you feeling now?" She spoke sugar-coated.

I raised my eyebrow upon hearing her sugar-coated voice, and she corrected herself, "I mean, Mrs. Jensen, how are you?"

‘Yup, that is what I like more, lady.' I thought

‘Honestly, I did not mind, dear, but Mrs. Jensen is better. I do not want any strings attached to this lady. I do not know why I always get negative vibes from her; let us not forget my last experience with her.'

"What is she doing here?" Ignoring her sweet greeting, I asked Blake.

"If not here, then where should she be?" He asked without getting my question.

"In our plane" is again ours. Gosh, can we remove this word from the dictionary?

However, things are clear. So I am in New York, where Anna is. He had kept Anna as my caretaker, which she never cares about.

I nod because I do not want to say anything in front of the servant, and I look at Anna. So, this bloody bitch used to make fun of me in my situation. Time to pay back, darling.

"Oh, Anna, how are you doing? I still remember how you used to care for me." I spoke, crossing my arms to my chest and taking a rest on the headrest.

"Thank you." She visibly stutters at my statement.

"Oh, so you are here with my breakfast, I guess?" I looked at the tray in her hand and spoke.

"Yes, mam," she stutters again.

"Then why are you standing? Keep it on the table, and you may leave. I shall call you when I need." I ordered it politely, but she knows it was anything but polite.

Sure." She kept the tray and flew away.

Blake was looking at me and trying to understand what was happening. But this is not what I want him to worry about. Not yet.

He has many more things coming into his life from now on. Thinking, I smirked.

"So, Mr. Jensen, you brought me here from Australia to the USA without my permission? I mean, how wonderful it is, no?" I asked while giving him my best smile.

"Right? I told Nathan the same, but that poor guy was unnecessarily worried about you. He was not ready for me to bring you here, but I told him he could not stop me, so he also tags along." He spoke like it was no big deal.

"So, Nathan is also here?" I ask sweetly.

"Yeah, Nathan and Sam both." He said,

"Wow." Saying, I nod.

‘Now I have ways already in mind of how I want to murder this guy, but not that easy.' I look at him, smiling.

‘Darling, you will cry for the moment you come back to my life. Now you just wait and watch.' I thought about smiling.

‘On the other side, Blake looked at Ava's smiling face, and somehow, he was not accepting this smiling face.

‘Is it this peace before the storm?' He thought about looking at Ava's smiley face