LILA

"Mate?" Ava's voice cuts through the room like a damn whip, her brows arched upwards, obviously irritated by being around Nicklaus. She pulls back just far enough to glare up at Nicklaus like he just told her the sky was green. "What the hell do you mean by mate? Is that your new discount pick-up line? Your sad little way of asking for my number?"

Okay, when I say Ava is like a sweet honeypie , but at the same time she doesn't fucking take nonsense.

She pushes at his chest, but he doesn't move an inch. The man's built like a damn statue.

Her voice is rising now,...