Armonia ☆ Kavi

Chapter Four

Kirstin glares at herself in the mirror with a pout tugging at her lips. She's wearing a pair of jeans that she had found in her dresser and a white sweatshirt with the words 'The French Can Suck My Dick' scribbled in red lipstick.

Though the idea of going anywhere with Avi might have sounded slightly ok earlier, she's now realizing that she's delving into the Stockholm Syndrome life and she's not going to be another Princess Belle.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of her room door opening and she can hear Jeremy calling for her. "Let's go chienne! Avi doesn't like waiting!" She rolls her eyes and opens the bathroom door.

"Fine then, let's go." Jeremy takes one look at her sweatshirt and he catches her eyes. "You need to change." He growls though she notices he's trying not to laugh. "I thought you said he doesn't like to wait."

"Fine." Jeremy grips her arm and yanks her out of the room. "Bitch you're gonna give me more bruises!" She exclaims as he drags her down the hallway. "You think I give a fuck?" He replies as he pulls her around.

"Damn chienne, you make me want to punch the shit out of you sometimes," He continues as he presses harder on her arm. "Just shut the fuck up for once, ok?" Jeremy glares at her with fire burning in his angry eyes.

She keeps quiet for the remainder of their time together until they get to what she assumes is Avi's room. Jeremy knocks twice towards the top, once to the right, and to the left three times. Kirstin watches this with amused fascination.

Avi opens the door and is met with a fuming Jeremy and a sputtering Kirstin. "You all make it extremely difficult to not think you're in a Boy Scout troop. I mean for fucks sake you have a secret knock!" She says as wheezes on her laughter.

He's about to tell her she's pretty when she laughs but then he sees the bright red decorating her sweatshirt. "Kirstin, what the hell is that?" He snaps, his emerald eyes turning dark. "Ah, that is my current mood."

"Thank you for bringing her to me Jeremy." Avi takes her from Jeremy's grip and guides her into his room. "She's a little pain in the ass," Jeremy mutters as the door is closed on him. "Sit," Avi commands as he points towards his bed.

She glares at him for a moment then walks towards his bed. He waits until she's seated then he presses a button on the intercom on the wall. "Marie please come to my room immediately, I need clothes for my guest." He glances back at her and sighs then goes into what she assumes is his closet.

"Come in here Princesse." Kirstin creeps off of the bed and into his colossal closet. "Oh my god," She whispers as she looks around. The walls are painted black and the floors are made of sparkling gold.

His collection of designer brands are all displayed impeccably and she notices the rows of expensive colognes that hover on glass shelves to make them look like they're floating. There's something that resembles a catwalk in the middle of the closet and Avi guides her towards it.

"Stand up there Princesse." Kirstin does as he says and stands sheepishly in front of his eyes. After a few moments of silence a stout little woman with rosy cheeks and a round face walks in with a rack of clothes, a makeup bag, and hairstyling tools. "What did you need Avi?"

"Ah Marie, this is Kirstin." Marie's eyes scan over her and instead of scowling at her she gives her an empathetic look. "Come, I already know what I need to do." She extends her hand out to Kirstin, who glances at Avi warily.

"Shoo Avi, let her have some privacy." Avi grins as Kirstin's eyes widen. "I'll be back in a little bit then." He walks out of the closet and Marie turns her attention to the girl in front of her. "Now let's get you dressed, dear."

She gently pulls her towards the rack and they both look through the many long sleeve shirts and jeans. After a few minutes of picking through the clothes, Kirstin chooses a simple black turtleneck and dark denim ripped jeans.

"I'll leave you to get dressed, then call for me so I can do your hair and makeup." Marie walks out and Kirstin dresses quickly. "You look great, dear." Marie murmurs as she comes back in. She pulls out her curling iron then directs Kirstin into a chair.

"So tell me about yourself, Kirstin." Marie murmurs as she begins to curl her hair. "Well I'm 21, and Italian as you probably already know." She looks up, expecting to see a bitter reaction, but instead Marie has a kind smile on her face.

"Just because you're Italian, doesn't mean I'm going to attack you dear." Kirstin nods slightly, surprised by the woman's kindness. "I can tell you don't want to be here," Marie continues as she twirls Kirstin's hair around the hot iron.

"It was obvious by your sweatshirt, but I'm going to tell you something." Kirstin nods again for her to continue. "Avi likes you. If he didn't, you would've been dead already. I've heard what the other men have said about you, that you're sassy and outspoken. Avi needs a girl like you."

Kirstin bites her lip as she continues to curl her hair. "There, all finished, now I'm just gonna put on a little bit of lipstick and you don't look like you need any other makeup." Marie pulls out a dark red lipstick and lathers it on Kirstin's lips.

"Avi you can come in now," Marie calls into the intercom. Avi walks in and sees Kirstin standing in a skin-tight black turtleneck, high waisted ripped jeans, and knee-high black boots. Her long black hair is curled and she has blood red lipstick on that makes her eyes pop.

"Princesse," He walks towards her, eyes wide. "You look fantastic." He takes her hand and she lets him kiss the top of it. "Thank you Marie, she looks wonderful." Marie nods and smiles at him. "Of course, Avi. Have fun at lunch."

"Come now, ma cheríe. We have much to discuss." He extends his arm out to her and she hesitantly accepts it. He leads her through the compound and again, she passes more men that give her lustful looks.

However, unlike Jeremy, Avi shoots them death glares back. This makes her more warmed up to him and she feels more comfortable with his touch. They walk for only a little while longer then he guides her out of the building.

The driver of the sleek white Audi in front of them steps out and opens the car door. "Go ahead Princesse." She steps into the back and Avi slides in after her, though not directly beside her. "Raphael, to Per Se s'il vous plaît." (Please)

I really hate this chapter cause it's a filler