Ace’s point of view
I couldn't help but feel confused and frustrated as Ava's message occupied my thoughts incessantly. Was she suddenly realizing she loved Tom more than she thought?
Maybe I should have broken up with Ava while pretending to be Tom. The clock showed that it was already 6:30, and I needed to start getting ready. The stress was overwhelming.
Leaving my office, I climbed the steps and saw Ava descending in a breathtaking dress that left little to the imagination. The black lace fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her body.
The dress was see-through but with a delicate material layer strategically covering the most enticing parts. The sight of Ava in that attire stirred all kinds of desires within me, making me want to take her to our bedroom or back to my office.
