"Are you willing to be my heart's wife?" Andrew asks, hopefully.
"Yes, I am," Avery replies, "But only because your heart needs ."
"You need to make my heart happy then," Andrew says, "And if I touch you, he will be very happy."
"There are other ways to make the heart happy," Avery replies
"But making love can bring supre happiness," Andrew says seductively, "Nothing can compare with it."
Avery wants to yell at him, but she's weak and exhausted and scared. She forces herself to take several deep breaths before she speaks.
"You can't touch because the first three months are the most dangerous for a pregnant woman," she says calmly, "But if your heart still wants to fuck after three months, I'll reconsider. If you or your heart is still interested in in spite of the pregnancyI'll make love with you. How about that?"
Avery smiles seductively. She knows she'll never let him touch her. If she hasn't escaped in three months, she'll kill herself instead.
"I can't control my heart," Andrew says urgently, "I should follow my heart and give it what it needs. I can't wait."
"If I feel sad, your heart will be sad too," Avery warns him, "Besides, I know you're a man who likes a challenge. You don't want it to be too easy to seduce , do you? If you wait, think how much better our first ti together will be."
"If I refuse your request, what will you do?" Andrew challenges.
"I'm afraid that both my baby and I will die," Avery says coldly, "Mr. Clifford, you shouldn't force to do anything. Take my word, and things will go well for you."
Andrew looks at her thoughtfully, and Avery smiles gently. Eager to change the topic before he can think of new argunts, she looks around the room for a clock. Upon seeing the ti, she pushes the quilt away and stands determinedly.
"Have you had lunch yet?" she asks him, "It's already noon, and I'm hungry. Can we have lunch together?"
Though Avery hasn't eaten a proper al in days, she doesn't feel hungry, but she knows she needs to get nutrition to her unborn baby. Andrew squints at her, but he doesn't deny her request. Instead, he leads her to the dining room.
The cooks have already prepared several nutritious dishes. The food is made light and healthy to help Andrew's recovering heart, but it's also ideal for a pregnant woman. Avery sits close to Andrew to make him happyif he's content, it's easier for her to plan her escape in peace. Though Andrew wonders why she's so nice, he's too happy to worry about it.
She feeds him his food, peels an apple for him, and watches TV with him after their al. She acts like a doting and attentive lover, and he seems to glow with joy. Suddenly, he holds her face between his hands and kisses her on the forehead. From a dark corner of the room, a cara films them and sends the video to Evan.
"I'm not nice to you," Avery glow, pulling away from Andrew, "I'm just taking care of your heart."
After lunch, Avery retreats to her bedroom. She rifles through her luggage and retrieves her mobile phone. She turns it on but gets an error ssage: no signal. With an exasperated sigh, she gets out of the bed and slips her feet into slippers. She hopes she can find a signal in so other part of the house.
Before she can leave the room, a group of won stops her at the door. Their perfu is so strong it makes her sneeze. She takes a hesitant step backward but regards them coldly.
"Can I help you with sothing?" she asks icily.
"No, but we can wherever we like," Ruby says, smiling a falsely sweet smile, "So you're Mr. Clifford's new lover? Well, you're not bad. Your face is maybe a five, and your chest is a solid eight. Your ass is a six, and I suppose your legs are tens."
Ruby glances at Avery's legs and hides her jealousy behind a judgntal glare. Avery's legs are long, slender, and perfectly proportioned, but Ruby's are rather short. Ruby looks up at Avery's face again and wants to scream. The other woman's skin is flawless and smooth, and her facial features are almost perfect.
"So, were you Mr. Clifford's lover before ?" Avery asks.
She is slightly taller than Ruby and looks down at the other woman as condescendingly as possible.
"Your face is a ten, and your chest is a seven," Avery says, eyeing Ruby, "As for your bottom, that's a six. I'd score your legs, but I can't seem to find them."
"You!" Ruby hisses, shaking with rage, "You shouldn't be so pleased. Mr. Clifford will tire of you soon, and then you'll learn your place."
Avery smiles serenely. It seems that the won at Andrew's house enjoy the drama of fighting over him.
"I'm not interested in Mr. Clifford," Avery says.
"How dare you?" screams one of the won, "You have no idea how lucky you are."
"I think you're full of it," Rub says, "If Mr. Clifford didn't like you, you'd be miserable. This confidence is just an act."
Soon the won begin arguing with each other. Their argunt quickly turns to scream. Avery rubs her temples and gazes at them for a mont. Then she raises her hand and begins to point at them while counting aloud. The won pause and give each other confused looks.
"There are seven of them: one for every day of the week," Avery thinks, "If Andrew exhausts himself with them, he'll lose interest in ."
"What are you doing?" Ruby snaps, "Why are you counting us?"
"I was just noticing that there are seven of you," Avery says, "Conveniently, there are seven days in a week."
"What do you an by that?" the won ask.
"I can make an arrangent for you," Avery offers, feeling like a pimp, "Each of you has a chance to serve Mr. Clifford exclusively for one day. What do you think?"
The won exchange suspicious glances.
"Why do you want to help us?" Ruby demands, "What's your purpose?"
"Because I'm pregnant," Avery answers simply.
The sll of their perfu is giving her a throbbing headache, and she has no interest in theatrics. Nonetheless, the won all widen their eyes in shock and gasp dramatically.
"If you have any doubts about whether or not I'm pregnant, you can ask the doctor," Avery says as soon as they've stopped screaming, "My pregnancy makes it impossible for to serve Mr. Clifford, but as you know, Mr. Clifford has a strong desire."
Avery doesn't need to explain more. All of the won know about Andrew's desires. So of them are beginning to nod their heads in agreent.
"If you are willing to serve him, I will persuade him to promise that you can serve him in turns," Avery offers.
"Why should we believe you?" Ruby asks.
"It's a risk-free arrangent for you," Avery says, "In the end, Mr. Clifford's happiness is my responsibility."
The won whisper among themselves. Eventually, they agree to Avery's proposal.
"In order for this to work, you need to change sothing," Avery says as if the idea is an afterthought.
"You an we should change the ways we make love?" asks one of the won.
"No, I an the decoration and atmosphere," Avery says.
"Oh, I get it," says one, "You think we should wear sexier clothes."
"I've already tried that," complains another, "But it's useless."
"Yeah, ever since Mr. Clifford had the operation, he hasn't touched us," chis another.
Before they can begin arguing again, Avery clears her throat loudly.
"I'll solve these problems, but I need to buy so new clothes and costics to do it," she announces.
She's hoping she can use the won to get out of the house.
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