Page 27 of Care: Part 1

Avelina's eyebrows rose as she tried to comprehend what he had just said.

The sound of the front door opening had interrupted them.

Avelina wandered over towards the front to see Anton and Johnathan walk in with a bunch of bags. She quickly realized that they were carrying the clothes that she had accidentally left at the office. She hoped that Zaria did not view her as ungrateful for forgetting to take the clothing home.

"I'll take these to your bedroom," Anton said, walking up the stairs with the bags in his hands.

Avelina smiled sweetly at him before her attention shifted over to Johnathan.

"So, how's Adrik been treating you?" Johnathan asked.

She thought back to Adrik's words and couldn't help but frown as confusion tormented her thoughts.

"Things have been okay.”

"Doesn't look like it," he chuckled.

She smiled at him but chose not to respond.

"So, I thought if you weren't busy this weekend, that maybe we could go to this dinner spot that I found. It's fine if you don't want to," Johnathan said while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Avelina’s eyes shifted over to Adrik, who had just entered the room. She didn't even notice his presence until that very moment. Her gaze went over to his clenched fists as he took a step toward them.

"I'm not sure. I’d have to talk to Adrik, seeing as he needs me this weekend.”

"Nonsense. Mr. Zolotov doesn't need you here every second of the day. Sure, he's weird, but the true reason of why you are even here-"

"Adrik!"

Shock took over Avelina’s features as she watched Adrik deliver a blow to the side of Johnathan's head. Blood slipped from Johnathan’s nose while his cheek speedily bruised up.

Adrik was fuming. She didn't know how to respond as she just stood there. Suddenly, she watched as he pulled something from his pocket.

The moment he aimed it at Johnathan, she realized it was a gun.

"Adrik, stop!"

When he didn't move a muscle to stop what he was doing, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"Listen to me," she said, speaking slower and quieter than before. "It's okay, Adrik. Trust me. It’s okay."

Her hand trailed up his muscular back very slowly, and she could feel him lower the gun. His breathing was quick to calm, leaving her grip around his body to slowly loosen.

“You are fired, Jonathan. Get the hell out of my house.”

Adrik pulled away from Avelina and walked up the stairs where Anton was already descending.

Anton looked beyond confused as he eyed an angry Adrik. Then, he looked at Johnathan, who was whining like a baby while cupping his cheek.

"What the hell happened?" Anton asked.

"I'm going to go check on him," Avelina whispered to absolutely no one before racing up the stairs.

She immediately made her way to his room only to see him looking out the window.

"Adrik.”

He didn't even turn to look at her since his eyes remained focused on the outdoors. She took a few steps into his bedroom before shutting the door behind her.

"I am angry, Avelina," he spoke.

"I know.”

"It was disrespectful to me. Not only that, but I do not want you to go to dinner with anyone," he spoke, his anger seeming to return as he clenched his fists once more.

Avelina walked over to him and reached for his hands. She was quick to undo his clenched fists as she found herself never wanting to let go.

Avelina hugged him dearly as her head found its way into the crook of his neck. Her nose inhaled his rich scent that embraced her in a calmness.

He began to relax against her hold and found himself placing his head on top of hers. Even his arms wrapped around her frame gracefully.

"It's okay."