His brows scrunched up in confusion when he looked at her pale face. She was trying to jump out in just a fraction of a second, but now tears had welled up in her eyes.
“Hey,” he called out and placed a hand on her shoulder but she didn’t even flinch. She just sat frozen.
“Are you okay?” He asked her but got no response from her. Sighing in defeat, he turned around and looked ahead of him. He didn’t want to push her. He knew better than that.
He gripped the steering wheel and clenched his jaw. He pressed on the start and stop button and the engine roared to life. He looked at Ayra once again but said nothing.
He wanted to ask her what happened but he came to the conclusion that she might not be interested in sharing it with him. Specifically him.
Silence engulfed the car as he drove quietly in the rain. The silence was bugging him but he chose to ignore it. He wanted to turn the music player on to reduce the silence but didn’t want to ignore what just happened to Ayra a few minutes ago.
He was just driving. He didn’t know where he was going but was moving his car on the streets. He didn’t know her address yet offered to drop her.
“Where do you live?” He finally asked after minutes of him realizing he didn’t know her address.
“Ayra, where do you live?” He asked again when he got no reply from her side.
“Ayra…” his words trailed off as he turned his head to her side briefly to look at her. He looked upfront and again back at her.
A soft expression wore his eyes when he noticed her eyes closed her head leaned back on her headrest. He breathed out loudly. She was sleeping.
He was confused as to what to do but then he turned the car around and started driving to his house. He couldn’t just leave her here or worse what if something bad happens to her?
After 15 minutes he reached his mansion. He pulled up his car in front of the large bronze gates. The security guard came running out of his booth with an umbrella in his hand and opened the gates. Dimitri drove inside and straight to his garage. He parked his black Audi and killed the engine.
He looked at the sleeping beauty next to him. A small smile played across his lips when he looked at her. He buckled his belt and got out of his car. He walked around to the other side and opened the door. He bent down and unbuckled her seat belt. He slid one of his hands under her knees and the other around her back. He carried her out effortlessly as she barely weighed. He kicked the door of his car closed.
He walked towards the stairs holding her in his arms. He halted his steps midway when she stirred in sleep.
“Shh…” he cooed in her ears and rested her head on his chest in a comfortable position. When he found her comfortable, he walked up into his house.
The garage was connected to his house through the living room. He walked into the living room and he occasionally stole glances at Ayra.
“Dimi… who’s that?” A short and fat old lady who seemed in her mid 50’s came to the living room to ask why Dimitri was late. She was Joanna, his housekeeper. Dimitri respected her a lot. She was startled when she noticed a young girl in Dimitri’s arms.
“Anna, could you please help me change her? She is soaking wet.” He asked her completely dodging her question.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” She said a second or two later.
He walked up the stairs with Joanna following him right behind. He kicked the door of the guest room open and walked to the bed and slowly placed her on the bed.
He saw her sleeping form and took a step back as he let Joanna move closer to her.
“Clothes?” She asked in confusion. She didn’t know what to change the girl into. She was sure her clothes weren’t going to fit her. She looked up at Dimitri and he just nodded and walked out.
He came back a few seconds later and handed her one of his shorts and a new pair of his boxers. Joanna nodded and asked Dimitri to wait out.
But what Dimitri didn’t know was, she had actually fainted due to hunger and exertion. He patiently waited till Joanna was finished. He shot his eyes at her when she walked out.
“She’s all comfortable,” Joanna said with a smile. Dimitri just nodded.
She walked past him but stopped and asked him the question which was bothering her so much, “who is she?”
“Just someone, special.” He replied with a smile and walked into the guest room to see her sleeping peacefully. His eyes landed on her pendant as he walked closer to her. An ’S’ was inscribed on in.
He bent down and hooked his finger in the chain and drew it down till his fingers met her pendant.
“Interesting,” he said as he eyed her pendent briefly before looking up at her face. His fingers itched to touch her face and that is what he did.
He moved his fingers to her face and began tracing the outline of her face. Her skin felt so good under the rough pad of his fingers. He moved it from her forehead to her cheeks. He caressed her cheeks slowly like she would disappear if he applied pressure.
He slowly moved his fingers to her lips. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. He traced her lips with his fingers. He wanted to devour her lips but stopped himself from doing that. He wanted her wide and awake when he tongue-fucked her.
“Good night, bambolotta,” he said and leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. He turned around and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Her eyes fluttered open and the next thing she did was sneeze.
Sneeze!
Sneeze!
She sniffled and that is when she noticed the change in her surroundings and the softer bed. She jerked up to a sitting position. She looked around and panicked a bit.
The room was white and had minimal decoration. It looked like she was in the house of someone rich. But fear overtook all her other thoughts when she noticed the change in her clothes. She moved the comforter aside and stood up to see herself in a large white shirt. She ran to the mirror and took in her appearance. She was wearing a large shirt that cover her arms and still dragged along. She also noticed the navy blue men’s boxer she was wearing. It just ended at her mid-thighs.
She didn't know what to make out of anything. Was she kidnapped? Was she… was she perhaps abused? Raped? All sorts of negative thoughts rushed into her mind.
Then she noted, she could walk fine and there was no discomfort between her legs. For once she was happy that she didn’t lose her virginity to a stranger.
“I see you’re up,” the familiar manly voice hit her ears and she turned around to see Dimitri leaning on the door frame while eating peanut butter right from the container.
“I see you’re up,” the familiar manly voice hit her ears and saw Dimitri leaning on the door frame while eating peanut butter right from the container through the mirror.She looked at him through the mirror before turning her face to him. She was completely startled to see him.A blush crept into her face when she noticed he was shirtless wearing nothing but his black joggers. His body glistened with sweat and his hair was partially damp. Her eyes assess how he licked the peanut butter off his finger. Her eyes traced his broad shoulder and muscular biceps. She noticed his chest rise up and down and his 6 packs were all any girl could ever dream of.A smirk formed on his face looking at her blush. Licking his finger, he walked closer to her while he closed the jar and tossed it on her bed.She was quick on her feet and started moving back as soon as he approached her. His smirk grew looking at her reaction. He took long and threatening steps towards her and frightened of what he might
After Ayra finished her breakfast, Joanna came and picked up the dishes. That is when Joanna asked what her name was and how she knew Dimitri. Ayra told her everything and Jonna just gave her a tight-lipped smile.She later bought Ayra’s clean uniform, which she had washed and dried in the dryer last night. Ayra was grateful for it.Joanna walked back to the kitchen to see Dimitri sitting on the barstool and munching on an apple.“You like her don’t you?” Joanna asked him. He frowned and turned to look at her. He wasn’t sure what she was talking about.“What?” He asked her in confusion.“The girl, your resident, Ayra, you like her.” She stated and he just looked at her blankly.“Don’t you think you’
She sighed before fetching out the keys from her bag. She thought for a while before entering if she was doing the right thing but shaking her slightly, she inserted the keys in the keyhole and turned it to her left, twice.The door unlocked and she looked down and pulled the keys out before pushing the door open. As soon as she pushed the door open a large fist collided with her angelic face and she stumbled back and hit her face to the door frame due to the sudden impact.Heavy liquid seeped down from her inner cheek and drew a metallic taste in her mouth. She coughed out harshly, drawing blood out of her mouth.She whimpered in pain and looked up to see the man she despised standing in front of her, his jaw clenched and palms fisted.Something ran down her nose and she was sure it was the same liquid she just coughed out. She inched he
She took the brush and concealer and tried to hide her bruises. Pumping the concealer on the brush, she brought it closer to her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was tired of covering up the bruises on her body and face. She breathed out audibly and dropped the brush back on the dressing table. She was done with covering up. How much will she? After all, there comes a time when it all seems useless and that’s what she felt. It was useless.She walked to her bed and collected all of the things that lay scattered on the bed and put them in her bag. She pulled the zipper close and wore her backpack. She bent down and slid into her worn-out Grey sneakers and laced them up.She looked at her face, which was swollen at one side and a purplish-black bruise adorned the valley between her cheek and forehead. She walked out of her room not bothering about her face because they would only remind her of the pain she was trying to ignore.“Ayra, I’ve made your favorite, bac
“Apply this, it will reduce the pain,” Dimitri said as he handed her an ointment for her lip. She accepted it from him and looked at the box of the ointment and looked up at Dimitri.He looked right into her eyes. She was just blank. She looked at him emotionless. Her eyes looked sad and almost dead.“Is it still hurting?” He asked leaning down.“No. Thanks... for all of this,” she said meekly and got up from his soft leather office chair. Her arms slightly brushedwith Dimitri’s thigh, making him close his eyes and breatheheavily.He made Ayra sit on his chair while he partially sat on the table to clean her untreated wounds. He was a little surprised that she herself didn’t treat her wounds but he did it nonetheless.“You can take the rest of the day off,” He said a little loudly and hurriedly. She stopped Turing the knob and thought for a second or two. 
“Dr. Rivera,” a paramedic called as she was walking by the reception.She halted and turned to her right. She looked at them bringing in a patient on the stretcher.“Knee aneurysm, emergency.” The paramedics said hurriedly.(Aneurysm: A ballooning and weakened area in an artery.Aneurysms often occur in the aorta, brain, back of the knee, intestine, or spleen. A ruptured aneurysm can result in internal bleeding and stroke. It can sometimes be fatal.)“Okay. Okay, I’ll go with the patient and Janice, inform Dr. Vittori asap.” She said to the nurse who was standing by the side as they took the patient to the intensive care unit.She looked at the nurse through her peripheral vision to see her still rooted to her spot.“Janice, Dr. Vittori, now!” Ayra yelled and the nurse ran to inform Dimitri.“What’s the da
“Do you really not like chocolates?” She asked him in disbelief.“Nope,” He said and shook his head.“Who doesn’t like chocolates, everyone loves…” but she was cut midway when her phone started buzzing. She picked it up instantly after flashing a glance at the caller ID.“Dr. Rivera, I need you to come to my office,” he said over the line.“Okay,” and she was about to open her mouth, but he hung up.“I’m sorry Jordan, we can continue this maybe after work?” She asked him sorrowfully.“Sure, duty calls,” He passes her a smile and she stood up and made her way to the elevator.She had come to realize a few things about Dimitri and one of them was, no matter how much you are tired, starving, or dying, patients are your priority. And she did like that about him. He was extremely dedicated and she admired that.
“Why?” She asked a bit too surprised. “Jordan and Dr. Vittori were in a surgery couple of hours ago. It was a liver transplant and it was all smooth till Jordan messed it up.” She slightly shook her head and continued, “Jordan cut an artery. The patient almost died. Excessive blood loss. Now the patient is in recovery.” She completed. “What?” Ayra asked shocked. “If it wasn’t for Dr. Vittori the patient would have died,” she said. “But still he can’t get fired. He was a resident!” She said and turned around and marched inside the hospital. “Ayra, where are you going?” Rhea yelled. “To the person who fired Jordan,” she said loud enough for her to hear. “Ayra listen….” She could never complete her sentence as Ayra marched inside before she could. She took the steps and not the elevator. She ran up the stairs, even skipping a few. Without thinking much, she pushed the door open and barged into his office. She h