𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.

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WHY did Massimo act that way when he saw me and Nik like that with each other?

Well— then again, it is his boss.

I sat in my bed criss cross, studying for the next class I am having soon. If Mr. Petrov will even let me go— I lift my arms up to tie my hair into a high pony.

I continued to lower my back down to finish writing down my notes, as I was doing so my door opens with a slight creek.

My eyes were greeted by dark brown hair and green eyes. "Hey sweetheart," he sighed, flipping his dripping wet hair back— "I"- I say awkwardly with my eyes slightly opened wide.

"Are you bleeding?" I say in shock noticing the color red on his hand. I quickly get out of the bed to hold his body up— Massimo is heavy; so carrying him down to sit in front of my bed was just difficult.

He sat there with his head lifted up against my bed. I sat down next to him feeling his scorching hot body— my hand goes up to his face to see what other injuries he had. "What the hell happened to you Massimo?" I examine his face, while his green eyes met with mine he laughs; "I don't think you want to know, Elena."

"No your going to tell me whether you like it or not." I snapped. "Let's just say, I got drunk and also got into a tiny little fight," he explains to me, still having a big stupid grin on his face.

"Massimo, now why did you get drunk." I say walking in the bathroom to grab some rubbing alcohol. "Seeing.." he paused "seeing Niko and you." He finishes quietly. I walk back into the room seeing him look at me— "trust me," "I don't have a relationship with Nikolai." I sit back down next to him.

I lowered my head down to apply the alcohol to the cotton ball. I place it on his face, his teeth hissed feeling it burn against his skin. "I don't think I can believe that." He replies, eyes locked into my face "he looks like he needs you more then I."

"I know you're the one who can heal him fix him." He whispers, smiling at me. "And I won't be the one getting in the way of him and you." He added, as I froze to keep listening to him. "His mother even says it." "Give him a while, sweetheart." He assured me.

Slowly, I nod. "Thank you." He smiles once again. "Go take a shower to get this blood off of your knuckles"- I scoff while smiling at him. "Yes ma'am.." he grunts while raising himself up.

I stood in front of him. He kisses my cheek before I even said anything— "goodnight Elena." He walks past me. "Night"- I watch him leave my room.

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I finally finished looking over and studying my homework. I sighed looking at my text from Daniella— I know I should speak to her, but I can't.

Not right now.

I hear the door from downstairs open— I quickly ran out of my room to see Nikolai with a suit on, his hair is wet. He looks up seeing that I was watching him from up the white staircase.