Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 154: Biometrics

Chapter 154: Biometrics

Archie’s eyes narrowed, "Is this what I think it is?"

"Depends on what you’re thinking," Avery deadpanned. "What? I didn’t run away. You want to go back on your words now?"

"Of course not. Just wondering why the hell you didn’t stop me from getting into the pool when you knew you would be agreeing in the end."

"What difference would it make?" Avery asked, her voice reflecting genuine confusion. "I agree, we swim together. I don’t agree, you swim alone. You are still swimming either way so why disturb you?"

Archie raked a hand through his wet hair, shaking his head in slight exasperation.

"Dumb," he murmured. "You think I would get into the water if I knew you would accept me? Swimming would be the last fucking thing on my mind then."

"Really?" Avery’s tone was innocent but she had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, as she bit down on her lip. "What would have been on your mind if not swimming then?"

"Word play." His tone was lighthearted, a stark difference to the icy one he’d been using all through the night. "Fucking would be the only thing swimming on my mind."

Avery coughed, her thighs clenching together as she took a subconscious step backward, away from the pool edge.

"Maybe I did it intentionally then. Because... I love seeing you wet?" She smiled.

Archie felt a particular area of his lower body harden at her words, but he didn’t spare that part a glance. It would have its moment of glory later. He returned her smile with an evil grin of his own.

"I guess the feeling is mutual. I also love seeing you wet." He extended a palm, "Come over here."

Avery took the offered hand and in the next second, she was pulled into the water with him.

"I love seeing you wet," he repeated. She had barely gotten accustomed to the water around her when he pinned her to the pool wall, cupped her jaw with one hand, and crushed his lips to hers, his mouth hungry and demanding.

One of his hands slipped across her waist, crushing her against his chest until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her heels were digging in his back. He slid his other hand up her ribs and covered one breast, her nipple so hard that it poked through the fabric of her bra.

"I can’t wait to get my mouth on you," he growled, teasing the stiff peak with his thumb. "I’m gonna make you beg. I’ll make you feel all the agony and pent-up desire I had to live with for years and then..." He moved to her ears to whisper in it, "And then, I’ll fuck you so hard, Angel."

Then he kissed her again and this time, Avery met him with as much intensity as she could muster. She was pressed tight against his chest and she could feel the bulge in his briefs, kicking up her excitement even higher. She was doing this to him. She was making him hard. She was the one he’d chosen to be obsessed with. He could have had anyone in the country, and even outside it, but he chose her, and he didn’t hesitate to let her know she held that power over him.

"You’ll be the one to beg," she challenged, the words coming out in a seductive whisper. "You’re the one obsessed with me, Love."

Love...

Archie felt his chest tighten again, and for the second time in two days, he fell short of words when faced with this little woman. There was no one around she had to pretend for, but she’d called him that all the same. And if he wasn’t so fucking happy about it.

He waded through the water to climb out of the pool, her legs still latched around his hips. Lowering his head slightly, he pressed his nose and mouth to the skin beneath her ear and inhaled, then swept his lips down her neck and across her collarbone.

"Fuck, you smell so good. I could swallow you whole," he managed to murmur between it all.

Reaching the notch at the base of her throat, he teased it with his tongue, sending that pulse of desire through Avery again. Her core muscles clenched. Her thighs were damp. Her nipples tingled and ached for him, but he didn’t attend to either as he carried her into the house. As their bodies were wet and none of them could be bothered to use a towel, they had to enter through the living room so the air dryer could do the job for them.

They were in the middle of the living room when Archie’s hand slid up her back to unclasp the bra, his hand pausing halfway the instant he noticed something strange.

A dark silhouette hiding behind the stairs; a silhouette he remembered all too well. Desire drained from his body to be replaced by a mixture of anger and relief, with the anger dominating his entire being. He looked around the living room and his eyes caught a throw blanket lying on one of the sofas. He’d forgotten to take it up when he carried Avery up earlier, and now, he could only be grateful for that mistake. He bent slightly and picked up the blanket, then draped it across her back, covering her body completely.

"What’s wrong, Archie?" Avery asked while pulling away from the crook of his neck to stare into his eyes, just noticing that something was wrong.

"Nothing," he replied. "Just something I remembered I have to check." He carried her up the stairs to his room, immediately getting a towel as soon as she was on her feet. "Here." He handed it over to her. "I’ll have to get downstairs real quick so," he pressed a quick kiss on her lips, "Dry yourself up and wait for me."

He turned away from her and slipped into a shirt, his hands flying across the buttons as he fastened it.

"Wait for me," he repeated, kissing her one more time as he changed his glasses.

Avery caught his hand before he could leave the room.

"I didn’t do something wrong, did I? I’m sorry if I—"

"You’re not sorry, and you did nothing wrong," Archie cut her off. "It’s just... Damnit. Just be rest assured that the person at fault will be punished." He resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and resume what they started, to walk out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, four words escaped through his gritted teeth, "I’ll kill you, Arthur."

He arrived in the living in mere seconds, heading straight in the direction where the silhouette had disappeared towards. Behind the stairs.

"Out, Arthur," he called out.

A weak chuckle echoed through the empty space, and a figure in white patient uniform stepped out into the light. A lean and pale faced Arthur looked around the living room, before his gaze came back to settle on his best friend’s face.

"Hey," he greeted. His voice was weak and cracked, but there was a teasing smirk on his face. "Got it going hot with your girlfriend. I hope I didn’t interrupt."

Archie frowned, ignoring his words and his question.

"How are you here? I was there two nights ago and you weren’t awake yet. How did you even get here?"

Arthur looked at him like he had horns growing on the sides of his head, then pointed behind him.

"Came in through that door, obviously. Fuck, my legs are killing me, i would have to rest them somewhere." He walked across the room but didn’t get to the sofa before collapsing on the ground. With a loud groan, he decided to settle himself there. "What? What’s with that look in your eyes?"

Archie lifted his gaze and glanced in the direction Arthur had pointed out; at the wall that hid the door that served as passageway to the second penthouse.

"How did you even know a door was there?" he asked.

"What the fuck, Arch?" Arthur scoffed weakly. "We used to meet either here or there. When I woke up and didn’t find anyone beside him, I thought I would take a small stroll but I ended up in front of the wall. The system still had my biometrics so I had no problem scanning myself and getting in here."

Archie’s eyes narrowed. That was true. Arthur was saying it all right, but everything also seemed wrong at the same time.

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