Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 143: Dark Circles

Chapter 143: Dark Circles

Twenty minutes later, Archie stalked out of the bathroom and headed straight to the closet, where he was for another five minutes before emerging, fully dressed this time around.

Walking around to the other side of the bed from Avery, he took off his glasses, setting it down on the bedside drawer before pulling out few wipes to clean his eyes. It was his daily routine, but for some reason, it seemed more exciting than usual tonight. The reason was clear.

The woman in bed beside him. His woman.

Hearing the ping sound of a message dropping in his phone, a tortured groan was forced out of his lips. He wore his glasses again and picked up the device, his brows raising the slightest bit when he read what the message stated.

LUCAS FELIZ PHYSIATRIST HOSPITAL: Mrs Lincoln is stable. You can visit anytime from now to check up on her.

"Why can’t everyone just take care of their wives by themselves?" Archie hissed. As things were, his own was already more than a handful.

He switched off the phone and shut it in the drawer, removed his glasses again and got into bed. He didn’t stop until he was spooning Avery, her back pressing against his chest.

Running a hand over her hip, it almost looked like he was memorizing the curve and velvety feel of her skin. She had two dimples on her lower back that were competing with her legs, and maybe her beasts, her lips... both upper and lower should be included too. Okay, she had two dimples on her lower back that seemed to be competing for his attention against the other equally mesmerizing parts of her body.

The two dimples were framed right above the sweetest ass, and it was all pressed up against him. Her hair was in his face and it smelled like... roses? Lavender? A mixture of the two? Either way, all of it was a sensory overload. Like an injection of dopamine. His eyes zeroing on her nape, his heart beat heavily and the blood rushed through his veins so fast that his hand felt unsteady.

When you’ve been obsessed with something for a hundred and twenty six million, one hundred and forty four thousand seconds, and you finally obtain it? It feels like coming home to God.

And what stupid person would give up his spot in such place?

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"Not the tea, please. Just breakfast and water," Archie ordered, waving off the steaming cup Nancy was extending to him.

The housekeeper nodded and with a completely blank face, poured the contents of the cup into the sink beside her. She filled a glass with warm water from the dispenser.

"Will you be taking breakfast up or just water for now?" she asked.

"Just water, please," was his reply.

Seconds later, he pushed the door to his room open, a glass of water in hand. Avery was still sleeping, her eyelids so tightly shut that he had thought at different moments during the night that she was only pretending to be asleep.

He’d been unable to sleep, just like he had expected when he asked her to sleep in his bed the previous day, but what he didn’t expect was that the woman beside him would sleep so well than she didn’t even turn in her sleep and maintained the same position he met her in. That was the position he had left her alone when he left the room, but now, the duvet had slipped and her shirt ridden down one shoulder, revealing a perfect pink nipple.

And just like that, he was getting hard again.

Damnit!

Archie knew he was supposed to be waking her up since she might want to get ready for school or set, but he discarded the thought of doing that to the back of his mind and got into bed beside her, propping his head on her elbow to watch her intently.

Fuck.

He cussed mere seconds into watching her. Who was he kidding by thinking he would be content with watching her? He could just wake her with a different and much more enjoyable method instead. Unable to resist, he leaned in and took the exposed nipple into his mouth, lapping his tongue against it like a teenager with a tit obsession.

At first, Avery remained still, but then she writhed against the bed and her lips parted for a moan to escape, "Hmmm..."

The sound went straight to Archie’s length, hardening it to the point of torture. He bit down on her nipple enough to cause the slightest discomfort, hoping that she would open her eyes, but she moaned again, her hand moving under the sheet.

Archie was beyond tempted to continue this, but he knew there would be no going back with her half unconscious and horny state where she would find it hard to say no to him, even when that wasn’t what she really wanted. He bit down on her nipple once again, and this time, she gasped awake, her deep brown eyes staring at nowhere at first before slowly focusing on him.

"What...?" she trailed off when she saw his mouth around her nipple and felt one of his hands inside her shirt, over her own hand. A rosy blush started to spread over her fair skin, creeping to her neck, face, and her ears. Her unwarranted feelings of shame were interesting, and Archie found himself wanting to engrave them deeper in his mind.

But that was something to do later. He released her nipple and hoisted himself over her so his face was hovering directly over hers.

"Morning Angel." He pressed a kiss on her forehead, resisting the urge to trail his lips down her face to her lips. "We should do this more often, don’t you think? Look how well you slept."

"That’s not true," Avery murmured. "It was actually a bit uncomfortable—"

"Okay then," Archie interrupted her. "But that doesn’t stop us from doing this more often. At least, I slept well."

Avery’s eyes squinted in suspicions.

"The dark circles under your eyes says otherwise," she called him out.

"Is that so? Thought we decided to tell a lie to each other first thing in the morning," he smirked. "Wasn’t that what you planned by lying you were uncomfortable, when you actually slept so well that you were snoring all through the night?"

Before Avery could retort, the shrill sound of her phone ringing drew her attention to the bedside drawer on her side. Pulling the shirt up so her exposed shoulder and nipple could be covered, she sat up and leaned against the headboard. She swiped the icon to pick the call without checking the phone’s screen.

She expected it to be Jodi, since no one else had this number except her, Archie, his friends cum Ian, Orion, Neil, and maybe Donald; then there was Stuart, and Manager Leroy. While Archie was right in front of her and couldn’t be the one calling her, his friends and Stuart had no reason to contact her this early in the morning, and Leroy always contacted her through emails and rarely called.

That left Jodi as the only plausible option, so she was beyond shocked when the first thing she heard as soon as the call connected was, "Morning, Ava. This is Valentina."

"Uh?!" She didn’t bother hiding her surprise. "Valentina? McCallum?"

Archie’s brows furrowed when he heard that. He raised his brows in question, and when Avery shook her head, frowned. Even though he hadn’t been following her and had no idea how she was going about her revenge process, he knew getting close to Valentina McCAllum to the point of receiving her call first thing in the morning, wasn’t part of the plan.

On the other hand, Avery could not help but feel like she was still dreaming, and the feeling increased the more she listened to the words that fell from Valentina’s mouth over the phone.

"Yes, it’s me. And thanks for not hanging up. How did you sleep?" the soft voice asked.

Avery scoffed, unable to help herself from doing that.

"Well, I guess. I’m hoping you didn’t wake me up so early in the morning with your call just to ask how I slept."

"Of course, I didn’t call for that. I’m so sorry I woke you up?"

Avery’s brows almost jumped to the room with how fast she hiked it. Valentina apologizing to her? Even when their family was still in its ’lovely family’ pretense phase, her cousins had never apologized for a wrong they did. But this same stupidly proud Valentina was apologizing to her first thing in the morning because she woke her up?

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