Page 17 of Care: Part 1

Flashes began to go off from all over the place. Avelina's jaw dropped due to the crowds of people that appeared out of nowhere. They were shouting all types of questions that left her completely flabbergasted.

"Mr. Zolotov, is that your girlfriend?"

"Who are you?"

"Is she your long-lost sister, Natasha?"

That caused Avelina to stop dead in her tracks. Her mind tried to grasp what he meant by long lost sister, Natasha.

Adrik was quick to grip her waist and walk her into the building. She looked behind her at the reporter who had asked the question to see his ginger hair and thick-framed glasses perched on his nose. Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion as she watched him. Slowly, she returned her gaze to in front of her as they walked into the building.

A man sat at the receptionist desk with a phone pressed to his ear. The second they walked in, he placed the phone down and greeted the two of them with a smile.

"Good morning. You must be the new caregiver, Avelina Santos. I'm Jeffery Pina, the receptionist. Zaria had mentioned that she would meet you in Mr. Zolotov's office," the man said.

She nodded her head in response with a small smile as Adrik continued to drag her towards the elevator. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Jeffery!"

Adrik pulled her into the elevator.

"Why are you in such a rush?" She questioned with a raised brow.

The elevator doors quickly came to a close.

Avelina could only watch how he fixed his suit jacket to make sure both sides were perfectly even. He seemed to make sure that every single thing about him was precise.

"Look at the time," he said in response.

She flipped over her watch to see the time. Suddenly, her shoulders fell as she quickly realized why Adrik was rushing. "We still have a minute to spare if we want to make it on time, Adrik.”

The elevator irritated gravity as they traveled past the many levels in the building. Avelina stepped toward him and brought her hands up to the edges of his glasses. Strangely, she could not help herself from gently pulling the frames off of his face so that she could peer into his eyes.

Adrik glanced at her before quickly looking away. Her eyes beamed into the beautiful silver of his orbs. She could see how his mind was racing. Anxiety tagged itself to the fact that he would arrive at his office tardily.

"It's okay," she whispered.

He peered down at her before letting out a small exhale. "It's not.”

She didn't know what compelled her to do it, but she wrapped her arms around his muscular frame. He seemed to freeze for a moment as she placed her head onto his chest.

"It's okay.”