Mr. Nikolai Pavlov

Moving In

{Everly's POV}

This morning, I barged into Mr. Pavlov's office, and said, "I'm moving in with you."

He looked up from his papers he was doing. "No you're not. You don't know where I live."

"Oh, yes I do. You live on 533 N. Winston St. Brooklyn, NW, 8746."

Mr. Pavlov got up, and came over to me. "How the hell do you know that? Who told you?"

"I can't tell you until I start living with you, but if you don't want to know then..." I slowly walked away, and gave him a sad look. "And I really need someone right now. When we fought, I realized that I always fought back because I love you." I went over to him, and put my hand on his chest, realizing how muscular he was. "I love you so much."

He didn't look fully convinced. I did the only thing that I could think of, even though it made me sick to my stomach. I kissed him. Not just a peck on the lips, but tongue in mouth. I almost threw up, and pulled away.

"What about now?"

"Yes."

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Later that night, we arrived at his house, which was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. We went in, and a lady who was about in her sixties, greeted us. "Hello," she said. She had an English accent.

"Hi, Maisie," said Mr. Pavlov. "This is Everly. She will be staying with us."

"Hello, Miss Everly. I'll show you you're room."

"No need. She'll be sleeping with me."

What. Oh, I didn't think about this. I followed Mr. Pavlov into his room, and sat down on his bed. I had to say something before it was too late. "I think I'll sleep in my own room."

Mr. Pavlov came and stood over me. "Why? You love me, don't you?"

"No, you dumbass. I only said that, and kissed you, so I could get you to say yes. And it worked."

"So...," Mr. Pavlov leaned into me, making me lay down on the bed. He got on top of me, "Nothing you said was true?"

"No."

"Not even a little? And that kiss. You didn't like it?"

"No, I-"

Mr. Pavlov crashed his lips into mine. I pushed him away, but he just kissed me again. "Get off!" I kicked him in the only place that was available. That made him get off of me.

"I don't love you, okay, and I'm not leaving." I decided to tell him the truth. "I'm here because what you're doing is wrong. You have to stop. You've been doing this for ten years, I think that's enough."

"Who is telling you these things about me, huh? Is it my brother, Paula? Who?"

"Your brother told me where you lived, and Paula told me how long you've been..."

Mr. Pavlov shook his head. "Fine. You can try to change me, but you won't."

I nodded. "You're right. I can't change you, but I can help you change, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

{Nikolai's POV}

Why was she willing to help? Did she know that I didn't want to change? "Look, Everly, I don't want to change."

"How could you not?" She asked. "Mr. Pavlov-"

"Call me Nik."

"Okay, but don't you get tired of doing it?"

"No."

She rolled her eyes. "This is pointless. You're pointless."

"Ugh, then why don't you just quit? Why are you all of a sudden wanting to help me? You hated me, since you've met me, and now you're wanting to help me. Why is that?"

She shrugged. "Because it's wrong. Because I think that you just do it because you're a sad person. Because I want those women to be remembered, and not forgotten like you forget them. Because I realized that your not a bad person. You actually have a heart that I know still cares. That's why I'm helping you."

With that, she left. She was right. I only do what I do because I'm a sad person who doesn't know what to do with his life. I know that I own a company, but it doesn't make me happy. The thing is, I don't know how to be happy. I think I'm the happiest person alive, when I'm with a girl, but after... I feel like shit.

Hey,, sorry this was a short chapter. The. Next one will be a lot longer.
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