"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦
Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the...
Perspiration /pers-pir-ation/ n. the process of sweating
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"IT WAS VERY nice meeting you, Valerio," Avelina stated as she stepped out of the car. He made sure to close the door behind her before giving her a smile that showed off his pearly whites.
"Same to you. Goodnight, Miss Santos."
Avelina smiled at his words before walking up to the mansion. There was a guard outside that she never seen perched there before. He gave her a curt nod as he opened the door and allowed her inside. She presumed that Adrik may have upgraded his security due to the breach of his safety.
The first thing she did from the moment she entered the house, was head straight to Adrik's room. Worry had occupied her thoughts the entire time she rode back from the wedding. She wanted to be sure that Adrik was feeling okay.
When she made it to his door, Avelina couldn't help but sigh. The door was closed and her mind went on an entire chant about how she should follow Adrik's rules. The particular rule she was thinking of was the one that stated she must knock. With a balled-up fist, she lightly tapped her knuckles against the wood quite a few times.
After a few seconds, she could hear a faint groaning. The sound left her to frown. When tumbling could be heard on the other side of the door, she couldn't brush aside her concern as she found herself barging into the room.
The tumbling she had heard must've been a result of Adrik falling because he was on the ground with his hand holding his side where he had been stabbed. Avelina quickly placed herself at his side with her eyes instinctively flashing to the source of his physical pain.
He looked over at her before his eyes fell on the dress she wore, "you changed."
"Yes, the other dress was ruined," she told him.
Adrik's wound was covered up with gauze, but the bleeding was almost seeping through the bandage. Biting down on her lip, her finger grazed it.
"You resemble a witch. Black clothing is definitely not for you," Adrik told her, before allowing his hand hover above her bare cleavage, "Although, I do like this part."
"Let me help you up," she spoke softly, completely ignoring his words. She placed his arm over her shoulder and helped him stand. He was far too heavy and far too tall. Avelina always considered herself a really tall girl, but she was nothing compared to Adrik.
She walked him only two steps before completely losing her strength. As he collapsed on the bed, she seemed to fall right with him. Her body landed on his with a thud leaving him to let out another groan.
"Oh, I am so sorry," she said, concern written all over her face.
The second her eyes met his, she wished they hadn't. His eyes were so intense and seemed to lock her in. Those gray orbs that were promising her that they would never let go. They withheld so much safety and comfort. Like a puddle someone would want to splash in, laugh in, and stay in-it was home.
