The Billionaire's Pizza

Ava sat at the foot of the bed, her eyes roaming the small and dainty room she was in.

She'd just moved in a few days ago and had finally arranged the little belongings she'd brought with her.

Tears rushed down her face as the memories of her once lovely marriage and how it all crashed down came rushing back to her.

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The tiny straps of the lingerie dug at her skin, pinching and irritating her. she'd been sitting on the bed and staring aimlessly at the door. the tiny rose petals she'd used to decorate the bed are now in disarray and scattered all over the white sheets.

she was waiting for her husband or a shell of the man she was once married to, a man who once loved her more than anything. He'd gone out to gather 'luxuries ' for their family and she lost her husband to the world.

Ava got up from the bed and dragged her feet to the bathroom, she could hear her footsteps echo throughout the empty mansion.

she avoided looking at the mirror as she washed and cleansed her face of the minimal makeup she had applied.

Her phone dinged loudly from the bedside table, she dried her hands and abandoned the used wipes on the bathroom sink.

Joyce's name flashed across the screen in big bold letters indicating that she'd received a text from her.

Her heart was heavy as the notification indicator of her phone continued flashing, somehow she knew what the text contained and would much rather not face the reality of it all, her conscience criticized her for being a coward but she ignored that part of her like she's been doing for the past five years, things were more manageable that way.

Sleep eluded her, she had all the comfort she could ask for but she was uncomfortable and miserable. her phone sat at the top of the bedside table, close to the alarm clock that read 00:45 am, he'd missed their anniversary again.

With a heavy sigh, she retrieved her phone and unlocked it, the text from her so-called sister-in-law stared back mockingly at her.

His family never liked her and they did nothing to hide their dislike for her.

She clicked on the text, it was a link to her Instagram story, Ava's fingers hovered above the invite link, and she stared at it like a ticking time bomb before clicking on it with a resigned sigh.

Just as she expected, the story Joyce shared for over five thousand of her followers was a video of her and her brother, Ava's husband at a gay strip club.

She had the camera facing her while her brother rocked a lanky, petite male.

Ava watched as her husband rolled his hips to meet the male according to the rhythm of the rap song blasting in the club.

Her heart shattered and she was overcome with sadness and an underlining shame, no matter how much she willed herself to be strong and not think too much about it, her heart rate still increased dangerously as she took huge gulps of breath to calm herself, beads of sweat decorated her forehead despite the cold night air enveloping the entirety of the room due to the unlocked windows.

She'd known for six months now that her husband has been cheating on her with men, Joyce had made it her job to tag her in every story and every post while feigning ignorance.

Dimitri, her husband has continued to be oblivious to the fact that she'd caught him cheating on her.

She clutched the duvet close to her bosom as she remembered how they'd met.

College sweetheart, he was an aspiring computer engineer and she'd just gotten admission into the school, he'd helped her out with clearance and every other difficulty she'd faced in school until they fell in love and started dating.

He seemed like the perfect guy, made her feel special and loved, gifted her, and spoiled her rotten with luxuries even when he was struggling financially.

Ava thought she'd hit the jackpot until he 'mistakenly released her nudes to the whole school, she was devastated and heartbroken but still chose to forgive him when he claimed his phone was hacked.

Against her better judgment and her friend's warning they'd gotten back together again and eventually got married after college, he got a job and advised her to stay at home and help with the house while they prepared for kids.

She'd foolishly agreed and became a stay-at-home trophy wife he could flaunt to his colleagues and friends.

The tiny droplets of salty liquids rushed into her mouth and she registered she was crying, again for her lost love.

She'd tried to convince herself all this while that her marriage with Dimitri was still salvageable and could work, she'd tried to make herself believe it but she could no longer live in denial.

There was nothing left for her in the 2 story mansion he had caged her in.

She had nothing left.

Ava laid down again and surrendered herself to the welcoming arms of sleep, ridding her temporarily of her anguish.

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Ava tossed and turned in her sleep, she rolled again but was stopped by a mass of a body, she opened her eyes slowly and stared at the slim frame of her husband.

He was tall with just the right amount of taunt muscles, his lean build was one of the things that attracted her to him, his jet-black hair splayed on their pillow, framing his face.

Dimitri was a very handsome man, she'd fallen for his looks from the first time they met and he had swept her off her feet with how charming he was, he had a way with words.

She got up from the bed and wobbled to the bathroom, still a bit sleepy, she splashed water on her face to sobber up before cleaning herself up.

As she exited the bathroom, Dimitri was already awake and sitting upright in their bed, he was still in his work pants from yesterday indicating he'd passed out immediately after he hit the bed probably due to all the drinking he did last night.

"Ava I am so sorry about yesterday" He started causing her to halt in her footsteps, she glanced at the alarm clock, its red lights showed the time was 5:30 am, the sun would rise soon and Dimitri would be out of the House again to meet his concubine, his supposed best friend, and work partner, who he was having an affair with.

She'd remember the first day she'd caught him cheating on her was when the gay whore house he visited charged the money and receipt to their shared accounts, he'd given a lame excuse of his gay best friend using his account without him knowing and she'd blindly accepted it.

"I was busy with work and I lost track of time, I'm very sorry, please let me make it up to you" His squeaky voice brought her back to the present as he fiddled with his fingers, a telling sign that he was lying to her which she already knew.

"Okay," Ava answered dismissively, working towards their shared closet to retrieve her clothes.

"Thank you for being so understanding and such a perfect life partner" He beamed as he approached her and placed a tender kiss on her cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.

"If I was perfect why were you never satisfied," She thought aloud, sighing deeply as she got dressed.

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Ava sat crossed-legged in the living room, she'd made up her mind, she was ready for a rebranding.

Last night she seemed to have finally come to terms with the fact that there was no saving her and Dimitri's relationship.

As she composed the divorce email to her lawyer, she willed herself not to cry, she made a copy and sent one to Dimitri. She was taking back the reigns of her life.

He'd left the house for work, hours ago and Ava had been staring at her laptop screen for half an hour, pondering how she had barely enough money to sustain herself and her responsibility.

She'd spent her life savings along with Dimitri's in getting the house they now resided in but she'd foolishly let Dimitri handle all the documentation.

She considered canceling her divorce plans and waiting till she got herself together but that would only be detrimental to her mental health and peace of mind.

She could crash with her best friend but she didn't like intruding in other people's lives.

Ava scavenged, applied, and requested on the internet for hours, she got in contact with old friends she'd lost connection with and tried to find anything suitable for her, the only time she left the computer screen was when she had to grab snacks.

By the time she was done, all she felt was frustration and loathing towards herself, her poor decision-making has brought her life to shambles at such a young age, she was just 28, with so much to live for yet so little zeal to live.

She rushed to the kitchen and broke out Dimitri's stash of red wine she'd hidden because he was a violent drunk and had almost killed her.

She planned on drinking herself to a stupor in frustration, she'd drink in despair of her stupidity, she'd drink to the death of the strong young woman her mother raised, she'd let herself go, she'd been a fool all for the love of a man who didn't appreciate her.

She took one big gulp after another of the wine bottle relishing in the brief liberty it gave her.

She promised herself not to cry over him again, the alcohol in her system made her feel light-headed and free, she found herself slipping out of consciousness, the more she drank the more liberating it was, it was euphoric to just float above the burdens of her failed marriage.

And slowly she collapsed unconsciously on the sofa.

She woke up dizzy and disoriented in a position she was certain was not good for her spine or her back but she did it anyway.

Ava's head was pounding violently, her temples throbbing as she felt like throwing up, she dragged herself to the bathroom and emptied out all the contents of her stomach.

She went back to the sitting room to retrieve her phone, her vision was still blurry and out of focus.

She noticed the text she'd received from Dimitri but didn't bother checking it.

They were tons of messages from Dimitri's mother and sister, he must have gone running to them when he received the email like he always did.

Her phone rang out again but this time her best friend who was also her lawyer was the one calling.

The only way she could afford a lawyer was because she knew she wouldn't be paying for it, Elaina was more than ready to help at any time.

"Hello boo," She greeted.

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Now her divorce had been finalized after a month, Dimitri didn't put up much fight after he got over the initial shock.

Much to Elaina's dismay, Ava didn't want anything from her now ex-husband, she wanted them to part on good terms.

While she tried to piece the broken pieces of her life back together.

It would be difficult but she'd surely get over it, one step at a time.

Or so she thought.

The growling of her stomach distracted her brain from the pounding headache and depressing thoughts she was having.

She hissed in frustration, she had no energy to make dinner and besides, there was no one to make dinner for.

She picked up her phone to dial the pizza house, typed in the digits, and brought the device to her ear.

Replacing the usual automated sound was a velvety deep voice that sent chills down her spine.

"Hello?" The voice spoke, it was raspy and enthralling.

Ava felt the hair on her skin rise as goosebumps trailed her arms, her lower stomach tingling lightly.

"Hello? " Came the voice again, this time sounding more impatient and slightly irritated.

Ava snapped out of her daze, ignoring her pusssy pulsing.

"I'd like to order a pizza, the address is- " As Ava called out her address she heard ruffling on the other side of the call, and then a loud bang.

"Is everything okay? " She questioned, worried.

To her disappointment, nothing came again, no response, just her shaggy breathing.

She'd wanted to hear that husky and smoky sound again, she didn't know she could be attracted to someone's voice.

As opposed to Dimitri's fruity and thin voice, which now makes her ear itch, his was calming and mysterious, exciting every fiber in her body.

She sighed as the call ended with a beep, she was thinking about him again.

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He put down the phone and stared at the two breathless bodies splayed out on his Bacote flooring.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation and groaned at the sight, he was too tired to deal with them.

He turned from the bodies and stared at his phone, contemplating and fighting hard to not give in to the temptation and become a pizza delivery guy just for tonight.

"Get your asses off my floor" He drawled out.

The two grown men lying flat on the floor with legs stretched out, stood up simultaneously.

It was one of the creepy things they do being identical twins.

Gun and Arm Kathong were the co-owners of GA techs, a thriving technological company based in Thailand with branches across southern America.

They were successful businessmen and the only close friends of Conan Pierre Leroy.

"Pierre, your cold welcoming could kill a man" Gun whined, straightening his jacket out as he approached Conan at his table.

"Yeah, and who was that on the phone? I just saw you get a boner in less than a minute of talking, that's a record for you" Arm joked, earning a glare from Conan, causing his twin to burst into laughter.

Conan moved his head from side to side, exhausted and unable to keep up with the twins' energy.

"So... Who was it?" Gun pressed, peaking up at Conan.

"Just some Lady- " He was interrupted by Gun's suggestive winking. " Who probably typed in the wrong number to order from the pizza house." He concluded, sighing in resignation as Arm and Gun broke out in Cheshire Cat smiles, raising their brows at each other and then at Conan.

"I don't know why your regular cellphone number and the pizza place number are so close to each other and the fact that you refused to fix it or change it, is another mystery" Arm spoke up, stroking his chin to indicate he was thinking, Gun repeated his actions and they both stared aimlessly at his gorgeously gilded and colored ceilings.

Conan ignored their antiques and sat back down on his chair, his eyes continued glancing down at the phone he'd hung up just minutes ago. The address she gave was still fresh and ringing in his head and the effects of her voice were evident in his pants.

He had ideas and images, he hadn't given himself time to think about for a long time, he'd deliberately pushed out all forms and thoughts of intimacy for the past two months and instead focused on his business.

But this lady's voice, sultry and slightly slurred had him thinking of his skin pressed intimately to that of a female, preferably the owner of the voice he heard.

Conan's cellphone number and the delivery line of the first branch of Camille's were strikingly similar, with the only difference being a six and a nine. Over the years he'd had problems with people accidentally dialing his number instead of the pizza house and he'd resigned to transferring all calls to his secretary first.

How her call managed to make it through, he could not tell.

A loud shattering sound pulled him from his thoughts, he looked up to find Gun and Arm close to his shelf where he kept his ornate glass decorations.

Below their feet were the remains of a once delicate glass vase now shattered into pieces.

"Out" Conan spoke pointedly, his hands stretched out and facing the door.

The Kathong twins raised their hands in surrender as they slowly backed toward the door.

"We're leaving, we have to go see darling Camille anyways, I'm certain she'll treat us better than you're currently doing" Arm shouted out to him.

"Try to get laid man, maybe it would fix that foul attitude of yours" Gun called out as they exited his office.

The serene atmosphere of his office returned with the exit of his two best friends, Conan went back to his seat, On closer inspection, he could see his butt indentation on the black materials.

Maybe he has been spending too much time at work, it was a great distraction he found to deal with his divorce.

His multi-billion company would not collapse if he didn't work for a year or two, Conan had acquired so much at such a young age of 30.

The Leroy empire was a household name, known to all, both young and old. What had started as a small breakfast restaurant was now a big enterprise with branches scattered all over the world.

They did everything from manufacturing to various eating establishments since that was his original passion and what led to the birth of his company.

Conan dabbled in all forms of business as long as it would fetch him a profit, they were rumors of him being a partner to an underground Lord but it was never denied nor confirmed.

Aside from being a lucrative businessman, Conan was a three-star Micheline chief and a TV star. While he owned regular fast-food places he also had high-end and celebrity restaurants under his empire.

In the earlier years of his career, he'd had a TV show that skyrocketed him to fame, making him a well-sought-after celebrity chef until five years ago when he stopped taking orders and focused on being a full-time businessman.

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The more he gave in to his intrusive thoughts the harder it was for him to focus on the work he'd laid out for himself.

Conan slammed the laptop in front of him short, his breath coming out in short pants, he managed to get himself worked up. he tried the breathing exercises his therapist had recommended but none could calm him down, Conan hated when his mind wandered too far, he hated when he had to come face-to-face with his mistakes and unfortunate pasts.

he needed a distraction and currently, only one sound came to mind, or rather one voice.

He picked up the office phone "get in here" he spoke into it before putting it back down.

A few minutes later, his lanky assistant rushed into the office, sweating profusely, the neat bun she was rocking at the start of the day now looked like a giant furball atop her head. her eyes darted across the room, looking at everything else but her boss.

"Get me everything on this list in the next ten minutes, don't keep me waiting," he ordered, tossing the small note he'd scribbled on while waiting for her.

He dismissed her, paying no mind to how terrified she looked. his foul mood these past few months had caused her and every other secretary that tried to work with him to quit in tears, he was genuinely surprised she lasted this long considering how difficult it was working with him.

"Yes sir" she squeaked out, hurrying out of the office.

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The call was definitely weird, but Ava coupled it all with network issues and pray her order was correctly received and that the delivery was fast as she was starving.

Ava strolled back to the sofa and opened her laptop, she skimmed through her emails, the majority of them were spam emails, though she recognized the logo of her mom's nursing home.

Just as she suspected, the email contained the Bill for last month as well as some drug prescriptions.

She could not afford the medical bills on her own, she'd been so dependent on Dimitri and leaned onto him without a backbone, she was absolutely useless. Her eyes watered at the thought of Dimitri cheating on her because he got fed up with her, she never offered him anything more than her love and body which he wasn't attracted to.

The shrill ringing of the doorbell snapped her out of her spiraling downfall down the pit of self-loathing.

Ava picked herself up from the sofa and treaded to the door.

She opened the door and was confronted with nothing, the front yard was empty, and her eyes searched the area until they landed on a shivering mass at the side of the house.

It was pouring heavily outside and the shivering body was soaked, she wondered how immersed in her thinking she had to be for her to miss the heavy rainfall.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, please come in" She offered and immediately cussed at herself mentally.

She'd watched enough serial killer documentaries to know not to invite a total stranger into your apartment, especially at night when you're alone.

Thanks to the rain, the sky was completely pitch black and starless, she didn't know it had gotten so late.

His shivering form had pulled at her heartstrings and she let him walk closer to the house.

Ava looked up at the person now in front of her, earlier his frame had been hidden by the night shadow, he'd looked slim and petite but now standing under the light of the porch, she could not stop herself from salivating from seeing him in all his glory.

The black shirt of the pizza house was sticking to him like a second skin due to the rain and the low-quality material was see-through, Ava had never been more grateful because the near-sheer shirt outlined his pecs and abs.

Ava's eyes trailed the single drop of water that slid from his wet hair and down his face, moving down to his collarbone before disappearing down his soaked shirt.

She could see traces of scars on his neck and splatters of dark ink, her eyes trailed his Adam's apple as he swallowed, and her stomach tightened.

She'd always had a thing for men with Adam's apple, thus explaining her eternal love for Mr. Kim, her celebrity sweetheart.

The loud crashing of thunder and lightning in the air snapped Ava from her lustful thoughts, she turned around sharply and opened the door, letting him in. She did not miss the light smirk tugging on his plump and juicy lips that rested on his well-sculpted face.

She guessed he was older, he had that air of maturity around him, and the slightly visible bags under his eyes and the light stubble dusting his face added to it.

"umm... I'll go get the money for the pizza and maybe a towel" she spoke, hurrying out of the sitting room. she cursed herself for having such shameful and unholy thoughts about another man, sure she'd been sexually starved in her relationship with Dimitri but that does not justify her actions.

she retrieved the money and scolded herself for leaving a stranger alone in her living room.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she fished it out of her sweatpants, adjusting the strap of her top.

It was a notification from Instagram and she clicked on it, the image that greeted her, knocked the air out of her lungs, she felt dizzy and disoriented.

When Conan got into his car and drove to the address the lady gave, he tried not to think about it, he wanted to forget and so he just drove.

The shirt his secretary had gotten him was a tad bit too small, it clung to him like a second skin. Conan made a mental note to talk to the marketing team about how plain the shirt was, it was plain black and had just the company name and logo on the front along with delivery lines.

He parked the car a few feet away from the address.

The neighborhood she resided look deserted, it was mediocre with small houses with smaller yards in front of them, some of the houses had washed-up paint, and some were leaning to the side with broken fences.

Conan could see the house number, he was standing in front of the house he was supposed to deliver pizza to, and only then did he let himself think.

He'd been thinking with his dick rather than his head. He drove almost 45 minutes, influenced by a voice, he hadn't considered the possibility of who this lady was. She could be married with kids, or she could be someone's grandma.

If only he'd given his mission more thought, he sighed in resignation.

The sky was black and dotted with large clouds, the wind was picking up as beads of water poured down from the sky, and umbrellas were opened up as people ran for cover.

Conan dashed towards the house and across the front yard, already soaked from the rain.

He'd deliver the pizza, apologize for the inconvenience and leave.

And so he rang the doorbell and waited in the corner, the cold was getting to him thanks to the thin sheet of clothing covering his body.

Despite the cold weather, Conan felt his dick harden as the door opened.

The image he'd painted in his mind when he heard her voice did no justice to her beauty.

The light bounced off her caramel skin causing it to glow like a celestial being, A goddess, her black hair was locked in bright blue braids that stretched out till her lower back, her lips were pouty and dark just like her dark eyes, the slight dent on her cheek was a clear sign she had dimples.

Conan was speechless, he'd never encountered such beauty, a shiver racked through him.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, please come in" She offered hastily before lightly hitting herself on the head.

There's the voice he had heard, so smooth and soothing a clear contrast to the sound of the evening rain.

He could listen to her talk forever.

Conan smiled softly as he saw her scolding herself, he moved up the stairs of the porch and stood directly in front of her, he watched her check him out as she licked her lower lip, the action causing a stir in his pants again.

He shuffled inside the tiny apartment as she let him in, leaving to retrieve the money for the now-soaked pizza.

While she was gone, he let his eyes roam the tiny room, he was hunting for a clue of who she was, he was expecting framed pictures of her and her family.

There was no way a lady like her was single, he was certain of it, though she had no ring on her finger.

Lost in his exploration, Conan did not notice her stumble down the stairs in a daze.

She missed her steps and tumbled down the remaining flight of stairs, landing with a thud on her ass and grabbing Conan's attention.

He rushed towards her, offering her a hand, the look in her eyes was distant.

Conan led her to the small sofa and sat her down, she was hurting, he could see it in her eyes but he was oblivious to what was hurting her.

Like he suspected a tear ran down her cheek, followed by a hiccup and then the waterworks exploded.

Conan was beside himself, he was very terrible at comforting others, and he felt extremely awkward and angry.

He wanted to hurt whoever was making her cry and make them suffer, he did not understand the sudden wave of anger rushing through him, he'd felt his demons rearing their ugly head, something very unusual, and he was always in control of his emotions.

Even with snot dripping down her nostrils, Conan still thought she was the most beautiful lady he'd ever met, he stood there awkwardly for a while before reaching into his pants pocket and fetching out his handkerchief.

It had his initials embroidered into its side, he stretched it out to her and she accepted it quickly, wiping her face of the snot, she'd seemed to remember that she had company and she wasn't alone.

"I'm sorry about this" She spoke out, wiping her eyes aggressively.

"It's alright" He answered "Here let me help" He offered, retrieving the handkerchief.

Conan brought himself to her height and let his hand grip her face lightly, he dabbed the handkerchief gently under her eyes, as he wiped her face.

From up close, her dark eyes were brown and they were even more beautiful.

"Wanna talk? It's still raining and I'm stuck here anyway, or if you prefer I listen while you talk, I'm all ears" Conan spoke, staring intently at her, causing her to squirm and turn around.

He had no explanation for his words and action, he'd coop it all into the unusual things he'd done today.

Leaving work, becoming a pizza delivery guy, planning for a split second to seduce this lady, feeling angry that she was hurt and now comforting her or at least trying to comfort her.

"I got a divorce recently and I just saw that my ex-husband had gotten married again. Two weeks after we got divorced" She whispered, eyes welling up with tears.

Conan had missed some parts of her statement as she was whispering, but he got the overall picture.

He felt for her, he knew the pain of being betrayed by one's partner, he'd been dealing with it for months now but hers was still fresh.

"He's a dick, sorry" Conan responded after a minute's silence, causing her to chuckle.

"He really is, he got fucking married, I don't know how I ended up with such an asshole" She lamented, laughing. Her laughter was dry and painful she was still processing it all.

Ava could not explain how she was feeling, she wasn't hurt at the fact that he was now married to his work buddy and best friend, but more angry at the fact that he moved on so quickly from their marriage, absolutely disregarding the years they spent together.

Joyce had once again, generosity tagged Ava in her recent post, which was a family portrait of them all at the small wedding party.

Dimitri was grinning from ear to ear, they all seemed very happy.

Unlike her wedding, where his family acted like someone died or maybe they believed she would kill their son.

"I loved that Asshole and for years I thought he loved me too" She spoke in resignation.

Ava stood up abruptly from the sofa and ventured into the kitchen area, coming back with a bottle of wine.

"I've been saving this for a rainy day and it's raining so... " She opened the wine as she spoke and took a big gulp directly from the bottle.

"Care to join me, Mr pizza" She drawled out, already getting tipsy from the gulps she's been taking.

"No worries" Conan declined with a smile, she was adorable calling him Mr pizza.

His eyes caught the empty bottles of wine tucked under the table, maybe she had a drinking problem.

"I know you're hurt, but don't drown your problems in a bottle of alcohol, you've got to get your revenge" He directed at her, seeing as she'd downed half the content of the bottle.

"How'd I do that? This drink brings me comfort" She whined, flaying her arms in the air.

"Being successful and living a happy life without them, that's how you get your revenge " He answered again, reaching for the bottle.

"But I want comfort in this, for now," Ava responded, pulling the bottle away from him.

"Fine, let's wallow together" He spoke, taking the bottle and drinking from it.

"Yess, Mr pizza, whoo! " She cheered loudly, clapping her hands.

They drank till it was late, and the rain has reduced to a drizzle.

"I should probably get going now" Conan announced as he tried to get up from the sofa but fell back down, causing Ava to fall into another fit of laughter.

Conan was great company, he'd made her laugh so hard.

"Wait, Mr pizza, you can't leave just yet" She exclaimed, pulling on his arm.

"I have to go, I have work waiting for me" He slurred out, his vision was hazy, usual he could handle alcohol pretty well.

"No you're warm, stay with me" She whined, laying on top of him.

Now Conan was splayed out on the tiny sofa, his legs twisted uncomfortably while Ava lay on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest.

"I'm drunk out of my mind and yet I still feel hurt, my mind keeps replaying our memories and it feels like cutting open a healing wound.

Conan watched, the conflicting emotions in her dark eyes, he'd been there before.

" Mr pizza, can you make me forget? I want to forget " She spiked firmly, staring up at him, a hint of a plea in her eyes.

She was begging.

"I-i don't- " Conan was feeling guilty, though he was drunk, he was still in control of his actions, and he did not want to take advantage of her.

He did not get to finish as her lips were pressed lightly to his, the first brush of contact was electrifying.

Her lips were soft just like he guessed and they moved gently against his, it was sweet and sensual, lighting fire in Conan's groins.

Ava felt weird sensations in her stomach, not from nervousness or anxiety but from something else entirely.

Her hands reached up to cup the side of his jaw, tilting his head and continuing their kiss.

Conan was hesitant, he felt like he should pull away but he couldn't, he indulged in her.

She pulled away when he returned her kiss with less passion, and her heart burned. Maybe from the alcohol or the fact that Conan didn't want her, it was both.

"Even you don't want me, just like Dimitri, I'm disgusting" She lamented, eyes welling up with tears.

Conan knew it was the alcohol talking but his heart ached for her still.

He sat up with her perched on his lap.

His lips claimed hers roughly as his hands traveled down her back and towards her ass, he angled her face and deepened their kiss, his tongue caressed hers, and as they tangled in her mouth, she let him lead the kiss.

Ava moaned as Conan swallowed the sweet sound, feeling her entire body shiver against him.

Conan gripped her ass and pressed them both together, Ava's fingers roamed his back and shoulders as she sucked on his neck, she moved against him, desperate for any kind of friction, she was leaking from her pussy with just a kiss from him. Something Dimitri can only wish to achieve.

She searched for Conan's lips again as she pushed all thoughts of Dimitri from her mind.

Conan laid her down on the couch, their lips still connected, he could taste the grapes from the wine they'd both downed. Her body shook from nervousness or arousal he couldn't tell but he found it appealing.

He thrusts his hips harshly against her clothed pussy, causing her to moan louder as she tried to catch her breath

"Please...mmh-" She breathed out, hands tightening around his neck, it was sure you leave marks.

He trailed kisses down her body as he pulled her top over her head, he drank her in with his eyes, and her breast stood erect with her nipples hardened.

Ava got rid of the clingy T-shirt he was wearing as her hands slowly roamed his pants, she cupped his dick and a small gasp escaped her lips at the size, Conan smirked at her.

"Wanna see it, Belle? " He rasped out, voice heavy with arousal, his eyes were darkened almost black and the thick French accent vibrated through Ava's entire body causing her pussy to pulse.

She did not reply but squeezed his dick harder as he thrusts into her hands.

In quick movements, he undid her pants, sliding them down with her underwear.

Conan went on his knees as he moved from the couch, Ava rose from the couch and supported herself on her elbow, she watched as the incredibly sexy man worshipped her sex.

He pulled down his pants along with his boxers, Ava could not resist, she fisted his veiny dick and jerked him off faster, sitting up on the couch.

"baise, femme!!" He groaned out, throwing his head back as she jerked him faster.

He pulled his dick away from her hand and pulled her legs apart harshly, she fell back on the couch.

"I'm going to destroy this beautiful cunt, beautiful" He breathed out, his whole demeanor had changed, and his jaw was clenched. Ava noticed, she should have been scared but it only made her leak out more juices.

Ava placed a hand on the side of the couch to steady herself as Conan guided his dick toward her entrance.

He guided his cock down her pink pussy, pressing firmly against her clit and watching her squirm.

With one harsh thrust, Conan settled himself deep inside her, Ava flinched as she panted trying to adjust to the pain of being so full and completely stretched out.

Conan's eyes rolled to the back of his head, she was the tightest woman he'd ever been inside of.

He noticed her wince as he moved a little inside her causing him to still completely.

He looked at the goddess laying underneath him with sweat coating her forehead and her nose scrunched up in concentration, she was trying to accommodate him.

Conan felt guilty he'd let the demons win.

He made to pull out of her, but Ava locked her feet around his waist holding him in place.

He thrusts into her without warning and she cried out in pleasure and pain, he pounded into her, her large breast bouncing with the impact of his movements, his balls smacking against her ass as he rammed into her.

Her juices leak down his cock, as she screamed, choking out his name.

Conan pulled her up from the couch, wrapping her legs around his waist as her breasts crush into him. He was grinding his dick against her tight pussy.

The look on her face was drool-worthy, she could not form words as she splutter about how good it felt having him inside her.

She was close, her body convulsed from the euphoric feeling.

Ava could not tell if the hard fucking exhausted her or if it was all the emotional baggage she was carrying but she'd passed out on his shoulder.

Coming down from her pleasure-induced high.