She is energetic, He is quiet
She is soft and caring whereas he is cold and rude
she is the smart girl and he is the bad boy
Both Hate each other
What happens when an incidents brings them closer???????????????
Ava Jones and Xavier Knight
She got off the flight and went to one of the beautiful houses located near the remote areas.. This was her grandmother's house.
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Xavier entered the house, feeling the exhaustion of the day weigh heavily on his shoulders. It had been a grueling day, one that tested his patience and resolve, and all he wanted was to find solace in Ava's presence. As he loosened his tie, his gaze instinctively shifted toward the kitchen, hoping to see her chatting with the maids or preparing something light, her laughter filling the silence of the house. But the quiet was unsettling, as though something was amiss. He held onto the small container of ice cream she had asked for earlier, but suddenly, even that felt insignificant.
He climbed the stairs slowly, the knot of unease tightening in his chest with every step. When he reached their bedroom, he expected to see her curled up on the bed or in the adjacent bathroom. But the room was empty. The stillness made his pulse quicken, dread creeping into his bones.
His eyes fell on a folded piece of paper resting on the bed. The sight of it caused a chill to run down his spine. He walked over, picking it up with careful hands. As he unfolded the note, he read the words Ava had left for him, each one stabbing at his heart.
"Don't look for me, I have a surprise for you tomorrow. The doctor said I'm fine. Bye, Xavier. Don't call me, I won't pick up, but know that I'm safe."
He sighed heavily, placing the note back on the nightstand. Running a hand through his hair, he muttered under his breath, "This girl is going to be the death of me."
He discarded his clothes, slipping into a robe, and made his way into the bathroom. But instead of drawing a bath—something he and Ava always did together—he stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over him in an attempt to wash away the weight of the day. The tension in his muscles eased slightly as he leaned his head back, but his mind couldn't shake the events of earlier.
The memory of what happened in his office came rushing back.
He had been focused on work, the usual stack of files scattered across his desk when Victoria entered after a brief knock. He didn't even bother to look up, too engrossed in his tasks.
"Sir, these are the documents you requested from Ms. Stacy," Victoria's voice was laced with a subtle seduction, a tone she often used in a failed attempt to capture his attention.
He was well aware of her attempts to entice him, but the only voice that ever stirred something inside him belonged to Ava. Unbothered, he dismissed Victoria with a curt nod, expecting her to leave. But when he didn't hear the familiar sound of retreating footsteps, he glanced up.
To his disgust, Victoria had unbuttoned her shirt, exposing herself completely in a shameless display. Her chest heaved as she tried to elicit a reaction, her eyes filled with a desperate hunger. But all she ignited in him was rage.
