Hey all - sorry I haven't posted in a while. Work has been intense, not to mention having a 9mo baby that needs your time/attention. I'm still working hard on this story so PLEASE don't give up on me. I promise you it will be worth the wait. Please follow my story so you are updated when I post new chapters.

As always this story has MATURE content, so if that offends you stop reading. Honestly don't read an M rated story and get offended by words like COCK, PUSSY, FUCK or ASSHOLE. MATURE CONTENT is MATURE for a reason.

Ava saw a large envelope addressed from Forbes headquarters and smiled. She was getting an early copy of the magazine that would be out in a few short days.

She hurriedly opened the large envelope and her mouth fell to the floor when she saw that she was on the cover, she quickly opened it to the page listed. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw that of the 6 pages devoted to the 20-under-20, that she alone took up 4 of those pages.

She started reading the article and nearly fainted when she read the first line;

In a Charming little town in Northern California lives one of the most beautiful, interesting, unknown and amazing billionaires under the age of 20. Her name is Ava Marchetti, heiress to the fortune left to her by her parents before their tragic death when she was a young girl.

"Of course it's tragic to lose parents at such a young age. I would give up all the money I have to get my parents back again." Clearly the grief over the loss of her parents is still fresh even though it was nearly 10 years ago.

"I love kids…kids are the future." The nurturing young lady is very family oriented and hopes to have a family of her own someday.

"Yes I'm straight, no I'm not dating any boys right now." The single-ready-to-mingle Ava isn't in a rush to find Mr. Right but if he happened upon her, I'm sure it would be wonderful.

By the time Ava finished reading the article which only had about 5% truth to it and the rest was cut-paste statements to fit the bitch of an interviewer's questions, she was approaching stroke level.

She picked up her phone and called her attorney and began frantically speaking.

"Everett? This is Ava. I just got the Forbes article and it is horrible. She makes me out to be a love sick kid! I only said about 5% of that crap! I can't believe this woman! I want her fired! I want a public apology from Forbes. I want them to scrap the whole issue!"

"Ava I'll do what I can, but if the issue comes out in a couple days there is no guarantee they will, they've already sent it to be mailed to their subscribers. I'll get the bitch fired, I promise you. I can even get a public apology but I don't think I can scrap the whole issue this quick to the publish date."

Ava's heart sank, "Do what you can Everett."

Ava didn't know what to say to Happy when he got home. She knew if she didn't tell him before it hit newsstands he would be upset with her. She also knew he would play the 'I told you so' card, which she didn't really want to deal with right now.

She heard his bike and knew she had to just swallow her pride and tell him, he wouldn't do well if someone else showed him the article.

"Babe?"

"In here." Ava said as she took a deep breath. Happy walked into the kitchen and was surprised to not see food being cooked, he had gotten used to her having dinner nearly ready when he got home.

"What's up?"

"The Forbes article came in the mail today." She slid it across the counter to him and stood up from her chair. She went to the fridge while she heard him flip open the magazine. She had a beer ready and open for him when he finally looked up at her, anger in his eyes.

"I'm gonna fucking kill her."

"Aren't you gonna say 'I told you so'?"

"Do I look like a fucking 7 year old child?" He snapped.

"No, but I know you were against the whole interview in the first place." She said.

"Saying 'I told you so' doesn't fix the problem Ava. We need to fix this. I don't want Charming flooding with assholes looking to play Mr. Right and try to take what's mine."

Ava couldn't help the grin that spread across her face at his statement of ownership, no matter how 'caveman-ish' it was.

"Well I already called my lawyer. He is gonna get Maya fired and a public apology but he doesn't think he can stop the issue. It's due to hit newsstands day after tomorrow."

Happy just nodded his head, furious at himself for letting Ava do the interview that he knew was going to come back and bite them in the ass.

"Whats for dinner?" He asked, pushing his anger out for the moment.

"Seriously you want food? I lost my appetite after reading that thing." She said pouting.

"How about I just have Ava for dinner?" he said as he grabbed her and pulled her to him. Kissing her mouth hard and using his large hands to grab her firm butt.

"Uh I suppose that would be okay, but do I get to help you pick something to 'eat'?" She asked with a grin.

"I was thinking pussy a'la Ava." He said as he threw her over his shoulder and headed for their room.
"Oh yeah!" Ava agreed as she giggled

"Hey Ava."

Ava turned and saw Alan Weston headed toward her with a grin on his face. She had avoided him like the plague since she found out that his uncle was one of the animals that raped Gemma. She knew Alan didn't do it but she didn't feel comfortable around him and didn't want anything to do with him.

"Hey Alan, what's up?" She said, trying to remain polite since they were in the hallway of school.

"Saw your article in Forbes."

Oh shit. "Oh okay."

"Yeah I just wanted to talk to you about a group that is really near and dear to my heart, LOAN. League of American Nationalists, it's a conservative charity group that works really hard to forward the message of Jesus Christ and his word." He left out that it was actually a hate group who was against anything and anyone not 100% white.

"Look Alan I'm sure it's a great group but I don't just donate to charities that I am not directly involved in."

"That's why I wanted to talk to you about it. I want you to come and be a part of the group, I'm not asking for a donation, just for you to check us out." He handed her a flyer and smiled.

"I'll see Alan, no promises." Ava said as she took the flyer and walked toward the exit.

Alan watched her walk away, admiring her amazing body and his phone rang interrupting his nasty thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Is it done?" The voice asked.

He hesitated, "Not yet."

"Why not?"

"She doesn't trust me. She avoids me like the plague. I can't get her to be my girlfriend without trust."

"I don't care if you have to drag her kicking and screaming. I want her and you to be the face of LOAN for the under-20 crowd, having her checkbook will ensure our message is taken serious. Keep her drugged up if you have to, I don't have time to build trust, we need her money."

"I won't disappoint you Mr. Zobelle." Alan promised as he hung up.