Finding Avery Billionaire Love Story Trilogy Book 1

I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets still rumpled from a night of passionate lovemaking. Ethan was nowhere to be found, but I didn't think much of it. Maybe he had gone for a jog or something. I smiled to myself, feeling a flutter in my chest. Last night had been...wow. I got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around me, and started searching for my clothes. I put them on and went down the hall. That's when I heard them, Ethan's friends, laughing and joking in the living room. I paused, my heart sinking as I listened to their conversation.

"Dude, you're such a player," one of them said, chuckling. "You've got a different girl every week. First, it was that redhead, then the blonde, and now this innocent small-town girl? " Ethan's laughter was low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. "It's easy to get these ladies hooked," he said. "Just tell them the right things, and they're putty in your hands." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The air was knocked out of me, and I couldn't breathe. I stumbled backward, my eyes welling up with tears. I didn't remember much after that. I just knew I had to get out of there, to escape the humiliation and the pain. I ran out of the house, not caring that I wasn't properly dressed. I didn't go home. I went to the lake, my favorite place in the world. I'd always found solace in its silence and beauty, and today was no exception. I sat on the dock, my feet dangling in the water, and let the tears flow. I thought back to everything that had happened. How Ethan had strolled into the diner, flashin' that sexy' smile, and I'd fallen for it foolishly. He'd been coming to the diner for over a week, and I'd felt a connection with him, something that went beyond just a customer-server relationship. He'd asked me out, and I'd refused, but he'd kept coming back, and I'd started to think maybe, just maybe, he was different. Grams had warned me, told me that rich city boys like Ethan would only bring trouble. She'd said he was playing me, that he didn't care about me. But I'd choose to listen to Emma, my best friend, who advised me to follow my heart. I was also blinded by his charm, as well as the way he made me feel. I'd been so stupid. As I sat there, reminiscing about everything that had happened, I recalled how he had come to the diner for a week straight, trying to get my attention. At first, I had ignored him because of what Grams had said. That he would toy with my heart and leave me heartbroken. I know Grandma is always right, so I always listen to whatever she says. I thought I didn't need any trouble in my life, but he kept coming back. Little by little, I started catching feelings for him. When he invited me to the bonfire night, Emma convinced me to accept. We lied to Grams; I was going to Emma's house for a sleepover. The first time I lied to my grandma and I ended up getting my heart shattered I made a decision. I was done with Ethan Harrison. I was done with his games, his lies, his empty promises. I was going to forget about him, move on with my life, and never look back. I stood up, wiping away my tears, and started to make my way back to the diner. But as I approached the house, I noticed something was off. The diner was closed, and there was no familiar smell of coffee and pancakes in the air. A sense of unease washed over me as I rushed to open the door, and everywhere was quiet. Then, I hurriedly opened Grams' room. Something was wrong. She was always up early, making breakfast for the morning crowd. I burst through the door, and my heart sank. Grams was lying in her bed, her eyes closed,I rushed to her side, shaking her, calling out her name, but she didn't respond. Her skin was cold and rigid. "No, no, no, no, no..." I felt for a pulse, but there was none. I screamed, my voice echoing through the empty house, as I dialed the emergency line with shaking hands. Please, God, let her be okay.