Ava’s Revenge- Chapter 3

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LOGAN  Six days. I hadn’t seen in her six days. Ava hadn’t come to any of my lectures that week. The last time I saw her was when I took her back to my place last Friday. But today was a Thursday, and I had just finished up my afternoon lecture. Needless to say, I wasn’t in a good mood. In fact, I hadn’t been in a good mood all week, and I partly knew why. I sent Ava an email last night, just to see if she was okay. I made sure to keep the letter as professional as possible. The last thing I needed was to get in hot water and have the board of review breathing down my neck. My reputation would be ruined. I was flirting with danger, and I wasn’t quite sure what the hell I was doing, but there was something about this woman, she got under my skin. Checking my email one last time, I skimmed through the letters in hopes of finding her name through the multitudes. It was a wasted effort. It occurred to me that I did not have Ava’s phone number, so I did something I wasn’t allowed to do. I looked up her student file and found what I was looking for. Once I made it home, I tried to avoid calling her for as long as I could. She probably would’ve gotten the impression that I was stalking her. Anyway, I kept myself busy by working out for a couple hours, then I showered and fixed some dinner before relaxing in front of the telly. The thoughts just kept nagging at me and wouldn’t cease their torture. Impulsively, I picked up my cellphone and texted her. Text message from Logan: Where have you been? Are you okay? I waited and waited, until I officially killed sixty seconds. Then my mobile vibrated. Text message from Ava: Who is this? Text message from Logan: Your pissed off professor Text message from Ava: How did u get my #? Text message from Logan: I have my sources. Text message from Ava: What do u want? Text message from Logan: Answer my questions. Text message from Ava: I’m fine, and I’m at Elixir. Text message from Logan: Why haven’t you come to school? Text message from Ava: Y do u care? U have no problem flunking me, remember? Text message from Logan: Are you drunk? Text message from Ava: Nope. Not yet 🙂 Bloody hell, I was convinced that she was headed down a dwindling path of self-destruction triggered by … the loss of her grandmother? I wasn’t sure. But her emotional state was not good. You don’t just go and live your life like nothing’s wrong after you lose somebody. If she was planning on drinking away her sorrows, then I was going to give her a rude wake up call. Why did I care enough to grab my keys and head out the door? I didn’t know. It’s not like I was obligated to feel responsible for her. I guess I just saw so much of myself in Ava. Whatever virtuous part of my personality that still remained intact, desired some sort of need to connect with someone who was also damaged inside. Someone like her. oOo  Elixir nightclub was surprisingly packed, and it was only after ten. Loud House music was vibrating the establishment, as blue laser lights flashed all around me. I was definitely familiar with this kind of atmosphere. On many occasions I had come to places like this ankara escort to pull a bird and take her home with me. I was no stranger to the thrill of the hunt, and I was a master at the game of chase and capture. Scanning my surroundings, I sought to lock my target on one recognizable face; Ava’s. But it was impossible to find her through the crowd, so I took out my cellphone from my pocket and texted her. Text message from Logan: I’m here. Where are u? Text message from Ava: In VIP-about to get hot and heavy with a Channing Tatum lookalike. Text message from Logan: I assume you find your jokes quite amusing Ms. Summers, but they actually lack comedy. Text message from Ava: Who said I was joking, professor? The next thing I received was a picture of her smiling and sitting on some bloke’s lap. She looked smoking hot, wearing a black sequin vest top and a short white skirt with her hair down wavy. Did I make a mistake coming here? I questioned myself, pausing and deciding to look around again before texting her back. There was no way she would start fucking some other guy after what we shared last week. I was intoxicatingly addictive. My track record with women proved that. The ladies never tired of me, I got bored with them. That was my dating pattern. “You know, we really shouldn’t be fraternizing this way.” Ava’s voice echoed behind me, and instinctively I turned around to face her. Fuck. She looked even hotter up close. “Do you need a bucket for your drool?” Her cleavage was distracting me, and her long, tanned legs looked stunning in those six inch stilettos. “Ready to leave?” I asked. She rolled her eyes, right on cue. “Drop the Alpha male act. I didn’t ask you to come and babysit me.” “I’m getting you out of here.” I said, reaching for her hand, but she immediately pulled it away. “Who said I needed rescuing?” “Enough with the attitude, Ava. Stop being stubborn and just let me help you.” “I don’t need help!” She didn’t appear to be piss drunk, but I could tell she was getting there if she kept throwing back the liquor. “You’re not here with any friends. Do you really want to get raped tonight?” “It’s not rape if I give my consent.” There was venom in her voice, almost like she loathed the way I expressed my concern for her. Some wanker with a light buzz cut, dressed in a dark blazer suddenly showed up beside her. Channing Tatum my arse. He handed Ava a Martini. “Is this guy giving you a hard time, babe?” “Who the fuck are you?” I glared at him with hostility. “What, do you honestly believe that you’re blessed with a golden cock or something?” Ava spoke up. “Sorry, professor. No strings attached, remember?” Lucky for her, I wasn’t so easily wounded. My ego was taller than the CN tower. “Right, as you wish.” I stated and walked right past her as if she didn’t exist. If she wanted to play games with me, then I’d humor her and make her regret it. There was an impressive bar right across from me, and I headed towards it, ordering a Greyhound for myself while chatting up the sexy bar tender. Young people kept pouring into the club. I had adapted well to these kinds of environments. ankara escort bayan I was a wolf in the devil’s den, and any woman that was gorgeous enough to catch my fancy would get marked before I would approach them like the predator that I was. A sophisticated university professor by day, and a womanizer with a notorious reputation for living a licentious lifestyle by night. That just about summed me up. I scanned the masses, sipping back on my drink, in search of the perfect candidate to participate in “Ava’s game.” Within minutes, I noticed a cute red head walking towards the bar. She was with another woman (who could’ve passed for a man because she was a proper munter), but the redhead wasn’t. Her purple dress was tight enough to tear if she bent over and short enough to steal a glimpse of her panties if I tilted my head. I flirted with her and bought her a drink before I led her to the dance floor. oOo AVA  I wasn’t going to look at him. I didn’t care that he was dancing with some chick. I didn’t care if his hands were all over her. I didn’t even give a flying fuck if he was going to make out with that broad and leave with her. Then how come you keep glancing over at him if you don’t care? Strobe lights shuttered in beat with the tune the DJ was dropping as I danced, desperately trying to lose myself in the music. But Logan was distracting me. He was too close, and I think he deliberately stationed himself a few feet away from me to make me jealous. I watched the redhead dance on him while he wrapped one arm around her waist and matched her rhythm from behind. He could definitely move. The guy that I was dancing with wasn’t anyone special. I lowered my arms from around his neck and looked at him with a serious expression on my face. “Get lost.” “What?” “I said, get lost!” “You serious?” he questioned, looking confused. I leaned into his ear and spoke up so he could catch this part perfectly, “Listen asshole, you don’t own me. I think you’re boring as fuck, and you’re definitely not hitting this tonight, so piss off!” He looked at me like I was some crazy person. “Bitch!” Well, at least I got rid of him, regardless of how rude and blunt I sounded. I was always confident enough to dance by myself. In fact, I preferred it. I turned away from Logan and disappeared through the crowd, until he was no longer in my line of sight. Once I found a clearing, I closed my eyes and let the electronic music caress my body in all the right places. I didn’t need someone to dance with. I didn’t need anyone to fulfill me. The Benassi track was halfway through finishing, when I felt someone gently grab at my waist. I quickly turned around, ready to push the guy off, but immediately stopped myself. It wasn’t some random guy. It was Logan. Neither of us said anything. We just eye sexed each other for a good five seconds. His smile was subtle as he began to move his body with the music, pulling me in closer. I abandoned my rules and wrapped my arms over his broad shoulders. Yep, I had decided to dance with him and totally contradict myself. Why did I feel so much chemistry with this man? It was off the charts. His jaw was so defined escort ankara and attractive, which didn’t take away from the rest of his flawless facial features. I loved the hint of stubble around his chin and above his lip, shadowing a trace of a goatee. It made him look ruggedly handsome. “Are we done playing your game?” Logan’s lips brushed against my earlobe. “I wasn’t aware that we were playing one.” I answered in his ear. His touch felt orgasmic. I was aroused as soon as his palm glided over the dimples in my back. Holy shit. I was dancing with my university professor out in the open. What if someone recognized us? I could’ve named a long list of girls who would’ve happily traded places with me. Logan Wesley was total man candy, and I had banged him on more than one occasion. We danced, groping, touching, and teasing each other. I loved his body. I never realized just how much I missed it. Don’t kiss him, don’t kiss him. That voice repeated like a broken record in my head. But his lips drew closer, and I couldn’t stop myself. We kissed, and it wasn’t remotely reserved or gentle. It was fused with fervor. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue twisted over mine, grabbing a fistful of my ass. My breasts were pressed right against those hard pectorals, and it was such a turn on. I took his hand off my hip and guided it between my thighs, moving it higher and higher, never ripping my lips away from his. “I think … we should … back to … my place,” Logan breathed in between kisses. Despite the promise I made to stay away from him, all I wanted was to fuck his brains out. My sex drive was dominating my logic in the boxing ring, and it won the battle with a victorious smile on its face. “Let’s go.” I answered, slipping my hand into his, as he led me through the crowd.LOGAN  I brought Ava back to my condo with every intention to get her away from the douchebags that could’ve taken advantage of her while she was in her most vulnerable state. People handle death and grieving differently. Something told me that Ava was still in the denial phase. I poured her a glass of red wine and sat beside her on my leather sofa. Having dimmed the lights only made the atmosphere more romantic and relaxing, as soft lounge music played in the background. I liked to experiment on mood and setting. My goal was to engage in a meaningful conversation with her before taking her clothes off. Things between us were moving at such a rapid rate ever since we had sex in my office. I wanted to slow down a bit. I wanted to know her. “So, how long have you been in Toronto?” I asked. “Two years.” “Why choose U of T instead of going to UBC? She shrugged, sipping on her wine. “Needed a change of scenery, I guess. I grew up in North York, then moved to Mississauga, then we moved to the small town of Dundas, which is basically the capital city of teen pregnancy in Ontario. Then there was the short move to Hamilton before my family and I settled in Burlington. Mom landed a job at a hospital in British Columbia and moved out of province three years ago with my two younger brothers.” “Is your mother a doctor?” “Nurse.” I don’t think I ever met someone who had moved their life around so much from place to place. It must have been tough switching schools so frequently. I remained ever watchful of her body language and expressions, but she appeared to be avoiding eye contact, fidgeting with a silver ring around her thumb.

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