A Broken Fate
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Chapter 9
The Hunt
We spent the first day of our trip to Greece acclimating to the time change. We were staying at a wonderful place called The Athenian Loft. Our space was open and airy and the view was breathtaking. The master bedroom was crisp and inviting. The wall the bed was on was painted a deep, dark red and the bed itself was embellished with a soft, white, linen canopy. The whole place was romantic and serene. I slipped my shoes and cardigan off, Ari took our luggage and put it in the closet. He turned to me with an impish smile on his face. I peered at him from across the room. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip and sauntered towards me like an animal on the prowl. I giggled and his eyes turned dark.
“We are not leaving this place until I find what I have been looking for. It has been one whole year, Ava, and I have been patient. I have played my cards fairly. I want that freckle. Now.”
Holy Hell.
My jaw went slack. The air left my lungs. I felt a lovely, familiar tickle at the bottom of my tummy. I turned around and ran. I heard a low growl come from behind me and Ari was at my heels in a matter of seconds. I laughed as I ran all through the loft, dodging works of art, expensive stereo equipment, glass tables and lush furniture. I circled through the living room, treated the couch like a hurdle, ran through the kitchen and back into the master bedroom and then out onto the ultra-private balcony. There was a spectacular view of The Acropolis and Lycabettus Hill from that balcony, but I had no time to enjoy the sight before me. Ari flew through the open glass doors and grabbed me around my waist. On the balcony was a huge, cushioned lounge chair that was the size of a small bed and covered in blue and white linen pillows. Ari tossed the pillows to the floor, put me on the chaise and pinned my hands over my head with one hand. His other hand made its way down my body. He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Ari began to kiss me all over, I squirmed and laughed as the stubble on his face tickled my skin. “Are you going to tell me where that little freckle of yours is, or do I have to kiss every inch of your body?”
“I’ll never tell.”
An hour or so later, I lay breathless on Ari’s chest. His fingers traced little pictures on my bare back and he whispered sweet words into my ear.
“You are beautiful, Ava, even in defeat,” he smiled.