Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 130: He Won

Chapter 130: He Won

The words had barely left his mouth when Avery slipped into his comfy executive chair, swinging the chair around until she was facing his monitor.

"Password?" she asked.

"Your birth date."

Her hand flew across the keyboard, punching the buttons to her date of birth when his words echoed in her head again.

Your birth date.

Snapping her neck up to meet his eyes, she questioned, "Why is my birth date the passcode to opening your laptop?"

"What would you rather I use?" Archie asked in utmost seriousness.

Avery’s brows furrowed.

"I can’t chose that for you. But that doesn’t mean you get to use... Well, let’s just say I wasn’t expecting it to be my birthdate. I became your wife less than two months ago; when did you change it?"

"You don’t want to know." Without giving her time to understand what he meant by the five words, he leaned over her head, one hand resting on shoulder while the other typed in the rest of the passcode and punched on the enter key. Within a minute, he was clicking on the footage that he just received.

A bleary footage of the scene in the lobby from thirty five minutes ago was displayed on the monitor and Avery could be spotted stepping through the doors after the body guard that had accompanied her.

"Remember," Archie’s whisper filtered into her ear, "We are looking to check if any man’s eyes lingered on you when you passed, and if possible, try to check if any of them developed an obvious boner."

Avery gulped, slowly. "Y—You don’t have to tell me that. I know."

"Great. Now watch."

Avery dedicated her whole attention to the screen, following her movement in the screen as she manouvered through the throng of workers, sticking closely to the bodyguard. Her blank facial expression morphed into a serious one as the seconds ticked by, and she would have continued like that if she didn’t feel Archie’s breath tickling her neck. He was still bent over her, and if she turned her head slightly, there was a high chance she would be pasting her lips on the side of his chin.

"Uhm... Arch?"

"Archie," he corrected.

She blinked.

"Archie, you’re making me kind of uncomfortable. Can you—"

"No, I can’t," he replied even before she was done stating the question. "You are already sitting in my chair. How else am I expected to watch the footage with you if I change my current position?"

"I can stand up then—" the words caught in her throat and her eyes widened at Archie’s sudden movement, where his long fingers weaved through hair, grabbing an handful and pulling her head back so she could be staring straight into his eyes.

"I won the bet," he announced with a smirk.

"Uh?" Avery hiccupped.

Archie blinked, the smirk disappearing from his face to be replaced by a small frown.

"Sorry. I can’t boast of good manners," he apologized, a hint of sincerity in his tone. He released her hair and straightened to full length at the same time. "What would you like to have? Water? Juice? Iced coffee?"

"Juice," Avery replied. Clearing her throat and schooling her expression into a stoic one, she sat up, "We are still watching the footage. If you think you can distract me by offering refreshments, then I’ll advise that you think again."

"What are we still watching?" Archie asked, "I just said I won the bet, didn’t I?" He gestured at the monitor with a slight tilt of his chin, and one glance at the screen was all it took for Avery to realize he was saying the truth.

The footage had been paused and the image currently displayed was of her in the elevator with four other men including the bodyguard and one woman. While the woman was staring straight ahead, the other men, including the bodyguard were staring at her waist. And even she, as a woman, knew this was no ordinary or curious stare.

"I guess it’s a date tomorrow then," she murmured. For some reason, she wasn’t as annoyed as she’d thought she would be if Archie ended up winning the bet. If anything, she was only excited and her heart seemed to be beating faster in anticipation of the next day. "Am I getting the juice anytime soon?"

Before Archie could reply, the telephone on the desk rang and he inched forward to pick it up.

"The fridge in here has only water in it. I’ll ask one of the secretaries to bring some in," he informed her, even though he was vaguely aware she didn’t need to know that. Placing the phone on his ear, his voice went steely. "What is it?"

Hearing what the secretary had to say, an evil glint sparked in his eyes and he gave a small nod.

"Let him in. And let him bring a pack of chilled juice and..." he turned to Avery, "Biscuits?"

She shook her head.

"There’s no need for that. I promised Jo lunch and will be eating with her later."

"If you say so," Archie turned away, "Bring in a packet of biscuits with it... Good."

He dropped the phone and spinned the executive chair around so Avery could be facing him. He held out a hand to her.

"Up," was his single command.

"I’m comfortable here," Avery refused, taking the chance to look down at his pants. It was still— "What are you doing?!" she exclaimed as he hoisted her up in the air, onto an empty spot on the large desk.

"Sshhh..." he hushed her, parting her legs and stepping in the middle.

"Look, Archie, I understand if you want to do this. But not when your secretary will be coming in any moment from now..." she trailed off, noticing that the man in front of her wasn’t listening at all. One of hands slid onto her waist, while the other rested on her back, pulling her towards him. "Archie..." she tried to say something, anything, when his lips descended on hers.

As her eyelids fluttered close in total surrender, she thought she heard the sound of the door opening.

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