𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 18+

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Friday

. . .

"Uh, can you please pack my toiletries and I'll do my um clothes." She says as she avoids making eye contact with me.

Nodding, I salute her before walking into her bathroom.

Ronan would definitely be pleased with how organised this place is. I'd think he'd have a heart attack if she wasn't like this.

Grabbing her washing things, her toothpaste since she already has a toothbrush at our place, her hair brush, some tampons in case she might start her period while staying with us and hair ties.

I look around to see if I need to take anything else, I nod to myself once I don't see anything else.

Walking back into her room, I see her pull a letter out from her jeans, frowning. Clearly she must have not known it was there.

I lean against the door as she reads it, the frown never leaving her face.

I wonder wants in it because I don't like how upset she looks. And I swear to God if I find out whose causing her to look like that, they'd be six feet under.

Sighing in frustration, she throws the letter in the bin and I hesitate walking to it right now and picking it up but she turns around and gasps when she sees me.

"You're done." She says looking towards the bin then me.

"Yeah. Is there something else I can help you out with." I ask as I slowly walk up to her and twirl a piece of hair around my finger, looking down at her and she gulps.

"Um, no. I'm almost done packing my clothes. You can help if you like." She says and I nod, letting go of her hair and walking to the bag on the bed.

Looking inside I see lace underwear and immediately I picture her with it on and then I feel myself harden.

Groaning to myself I turn around and see her watching me with a blush. Smirking I say nothing and take the jeans she passes to me.

"So Mila, tell me about yourself." I say and she frowns again.

"I-uh. I love reading, tea and being alone. I don't like going out and socialising with people I don't know. I love cafés. I'm not much of a fan of sweets. I hate meat but love steak." She says chuckling at the last part and I too chuckle.

"Not that interesting honestly. How about you?" She asks and I honestly can only say the same as hers.

"I love reading, coffee, being alone as well. I also prefer staying inside. I like that café just outside of the campus. I love writing and playing the piano." I say and her eyes brighten up when I talk about the piano.

"I also play the piano." She says and that gets a smile out of me. I'm passionate about playing piano, since I was small it was something my dad and I bonded with, I mean with other things too but specifically playing the piano.

"How long?" I question.

"Since I was about five, I used it as an escape from-uh nevermind." She says looking away, biting her lip.

I have a feeling she was about to say her mother. I read over her file on Wednesday night when it arrived. And it confirmed that she is the secret daughter of Lev and Alina Baranov. And her and her mother didn't have a relationship at all. In fact the mother is the cause of her life being the way it is. She put our Mila through hell growing up and she still suffers from it today clearly.

I would kill her mother if she wasn't already dead. That bitch is burning in hell anyways.

"Here." Mila says as she hands me more clothes.

She walks to me and looks through her bag before looking at me and freezing because of how close we are. Her eyes falling to my lips as she bites hers.

Smirking I tilt her chin up and look into her stunning eyes that is blue in one with a swirl of grey and the other eye is green with a swirl of brown.

Beautiful.

She clears her throat before stepping away and grabbing her bag but I took it before she could leave.

"Thanks." she mumbles and I follow her out still trying to ignore my hard on.

"Come on, we're going out for lunch." I say and she huffs and I chuckle at her frustration.

. . .

"Do you have any siblings?" I ask even though I know the answer to that, making it seem as if I don't know anything about her.

"Nope, an only child." She answers and I nod.

"Same here. Unless Ronan and Nathan count as siblings because of how close we are." I say.

"May I ask how old you are?" She questions.

"I'm 29 turning 30." I answer and she chokes on her water.

I shoot our of my chair, crouch down beside her and pat her back gently as she stops choking.

"You okay?" I ask and she says yes, her voice strained.

"You don't look old." She blurts out and I chuckle. I've never been called old until now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You're not old, I just didn't think you were that age. Wait that's not old at all. You know what, I'm just going to stop talking." She says and I can practically see her cringing in embarrassment from the blush on her cheeks.

"It's okay." I chuckle. Just as I was about to ask her about how she thinks my classes are, the waiter walks towards us with our food.

"Thank you." She says to the waiter and he smiles at her then winks and says, "No problem."

I clench my jaw in response, looking away. I catch her frowning at me and send her a fake smile which makes her frown even more.

I cut my steak and she has her chicken strips and chips.

"You like your food?" I ask and she nods, smiling at me.

"It's one of my favourite meals." She says and I mentally note that for Nathaniel.

After we're done, we head back to our apartment.

And walk in, only to see a pissed off Ronan.