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Chapter 7

Could He Ever Commit

It had been a month since Ava screamed Frank's name in her sleep and three weeks since Micah came to visit. Frank wanted to take her into town for dinner to help ease her nerves; he had plans in mind and was hoping she would agree with what he wanted.

Frank took the blindfold off Ava and let her gaze at the restaurant in front of them. Ava looked up, awestruck. "Frankie, how did you manage to get reservations to this place? I wanted to make some last week but they said they were booked for the next month."

Frank shrugged his shoulders and responded with, "I know a guy."

"An old playmate?" she whispered.

No matter how much it bothered Ava, she would poke fun at Frank's old tendencies. Somehow it made her feel a little better inside knowing that was the past and not the present. Ava could never understand why Frank would jump from bed to bed but she was glad he stopped. Before her and Frank fell for one another, she would wake up to moans that could be heard throughout the castle. On one occasion, Frank stirred her awake wearing nothing but his fishnets and stilettos asking if she want to join his little orgy session. He calmly said; "I didn't mean to wake you but I have a man handcuffed to my bed post." Ava sat up and was near ready to call the police. "Don't worry my dear, he asked to be put like that. Would you like to have a bit of fun?" Ava looked at the clock and rolled back over. He knew this was his cue to leave. She felt him kiss her on the shoulder and then heard him walk back to the door and quietly close it.

Frank snickered in response. "I suppose you could say that." An acquaintance of his owned the bistro. He had wound up at the castle a few times and met Frank through one of his other playmates.

The two walked up the stairs hand in hand into the restaurant. Frank politely opened the door for Ava and led her inside. He wrapped his arms around her waist and softly whispered, "Je t'aime mon amour."

"Je t'aime aussi."

Frank was a bit taken back by her response. "I was unaware you knew french."

Ava looked up at him and winked, "Je connais un peu le français."

"Frank, is it just the two of you?"

He looked down and coughed, showing he was uncomfortable. "Oh, Evelyn, I didn't expect to see you here,"

Her response was cold, "my husband owns the bistro. Now is it just the two of you?"

"Yes, it's just the two of us."

Evelyn led them to their table without a word. She placed their menus on the table and walked away.

Ava looked over at Frank and grabbed onto his hand. "Baby, do I want to know why there's tension between the two of you?"

Frank swallowed hard, "I don't believe you do."

"Okay, I won't pester."

"Sex in the air, I don't care I love the smell of it. Sticks and stones may break my break my bones but chains and whips excite-"

"Oh crud, I need to take this. It's Micah." Frank's face dropped but he realized since Micah was calling whatever she had to say was important.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I'll be right back." She patted his hand a quickly picked up her phone.

Ava ran into the bathroom and greeted Micah with an angry "WHAT?"

"Okay, don't be an asshole. You should be fucking happy I called before he got to you."

The line grew silent and then Ava softly spoke, "Wait, who?"

"Seeley! He's on the hunt again!"

"What are you talking about?" She screamed, making the person washing their hands jump at her tone. She quickly apologized.

"He came here Ava. He said he said he figured out that Frank wasn't Nigel and learned where the castle was. Ava, I'm scared."

Ava couldn't help but panic. She knew that once he found the castle she would be in harm's way. "I'm with Frank right now and we're out at a restaurant so I think I'm alright for right now. I'll talk to Frank about it during dinner but he said tonight was important, whatever that means."

"Ava, he's going to ask you to marry him."

Ava snickered at Micah's comment, "Come on, it's Frank. Yeah he loves me, but it's Frank."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I mean Frank could never commit to a marriage."

"You never know that Ava." Ava couldn't help but blush at what Micah said.

"I know."

"Ava, he came here and nearly broke down my door."

"Micah, I don't know what to do." She was almost in tears from the nerves. She was trying her best not to cry, she didn't want to worry Frank. He had grown very protective of her ever since Micah's visit.

"Tell Frank, I'm sure he'll have some idea of what to do."

"Yeah, I'm going to go and talk to him now. I'll call to you later."

"Be careful and tell him I said hello."

"I will," she whispered and shut her phone.

Ava stood still and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were beginning to tear and her face had turned a ghostly white.

What was she going to do? What could she do?