Page 14 of Care: Part 1

CHAPTER FOUR

Care for Beginnings

Avelina woke up from the sound of her alarm.

Once her eyes settled on the time, she realized it was precisely seven in the morning. As she recalled from the long list of rules, Adrik liked his food to be ready at exactly eight.

A groan moved past her lips.

Her laziness was whining as she got up and placed on a pair of jeans along with a presentable V-neck shirt. The shirt was completely different from the 'napkin' that Adrik seemed to hate so much.

Avelina walked out of her room and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where she cooked him the breakfast Johnathan had listed. She found it devastating that Adrik ate the same things every day. It seemed too uniform and boring.

Sadly, it wasn't her job to have any sort of opinion. She was there to work.

With that thought, she continued to cook Adrik’s food.

A part of her wondered if Adrik was still sleeping. She also went as far as recalling their intense moment last night. Her thighs clamped together at the memory.

"Stop, Avelina," she whispered to herself.

Placing the cooked food on a plate, she made her way back upstairs. When she made it to Adrik’s bedroom, she saw that it was empty.

"Oh, no, not again," she groaned.

Checking her watch, she saw that she still had about five minutes to serve Adrik his food. Otherwise, he wouldn't even get close to touching it.

Rushing down the stairs, she looked in the pool area only to find it empty. She then focused on the sound of soft classical music, causing her to stop and follow the noise abruptly.

The closer she got to the sound, the louder it seemed to become. Her footsteps led her to a piano where Adrik sat behind it with his eyes shut and his head slightly tilted to the side. He looked angelic.

"Adrik, breakfast," she spoke.

He hurriedly stopped playing and opened his eyes. His gaze dropped from her face to her breast and then the food in her hand.

Biting down on her lip, she walked over to him, where she handed him the plate with a proud smile on her face. "What were you playing?"

Avelina sat down right beside him on the piano's bench.

"Ludwig van Beethoven, the German composer and pianist. You know, he was a part of the transition between the classical period to the romantically inclined period of classical music from the time of 1802 to 1827.”

Avelina smiled up at him as she nodded her head. She didn't know that, but she found it cute how he managed to withhold so much information in that brilliant brain of his.

"So, you like classical music, huh?" She asked.

He nodded his head slowly as he began to eat the food she had just cooked him.

"You may be outstanding, Mr. Adrik Zolotov. However, I'll have you know that in elementary school, they didn't call me the 'magical pianist' for nothing," she said, quirking up a brow of confidence as her fingers took their places on the piano.

Suddenly, she began to play. Her fingers pressed random keys as the music started to sound jumbled.

"You are terrible at playing the piano. The person that said you are a 'magical pianist' most certainly lied to you," he said calmly.

Avelina stopped playing and looked at him with her mouth agape. A small laugh escaped her. "That was so mean, Adrik.”

"Oh, I didn't realize it was mean. I thought I was helping you.”

She noticed the way his eyebrow twitched for a moment as he allowed confusion to dawn on his features. "Huh. You actually mean that, don't you?"