Abhorrence

Chapter: "Ten" humans and nine chairs

Chapter: "Ten" humans and nine cahirs

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True to his word there was a knock on my door at exactly ten-thirty. To the dot, the clock didn't even have time to tick to the next second.

Limping out of the sofa I grabbed my jacket from the chair and went to open the door revealing Nikov, dressed neat but different.

There was nothing wrong with the way he was dressed, if he was going to a business meeting, not to a barbecue. He looked...uncomfortable and way to stiff as I raised an eyebrow at him. He wore a blue tie, a tie, who wears a tie to a barbecue, it didn't help that his shirt was tucked into his business slacks.

He stepped aside letting me come out and I locked the door behind me placing the key into my jacket pocket and turned around, "You okay?" I asked confused. He nodded and I shrugged walking in front of him, which must have been annoying since I was still walking painfully slow. 

The car ride was no better, there was a driver this time, the same car as when I first saw him and he sat in the passenger seat leaving me in the back seat, which was not a problem, it was the fact his driver spoke to me more than him that was the problem.

How was the weather? Fine

It was cold. Yes I agreed.

You look very nice miss. Thank you, I left out the part that I couldn't breathe in this stupid yellow dress, does my mother not see I did not inherit her surfboard chest and actually was gifted with curves?

Would you like some music? No I was fine thank you.

But the whole time Nikov just stared out the side window lost in his own world, which was weird. 

There was one time where he gave me a stiff smile, more like pursing his lips into a thinner line, that was when his dark eyes met mine in the side view mirror and I looked away hastily. Something felt off.

Thankfully the ride was finally over and he was out of the car before the driver, who's name was Ahmed, could even park. I frowned watching him rush up the stairs into the double storey house, this must be their house. 

It looked picture perfect, a double storey house, a few plants here and there but everything else looked, dare I say it, normal?

The door opened and I smiled at Ahmed getting out, "Thank you," he nodded closing the door and I walked up the stairs, I really did hope our parents were watching, strike three against him, chivalry was non-existent. 

I made it up the stairs trying not to wince every time my ankle rolled a bit to the side, I even wore flats as flat as flat but still it didn't help. Apparantly according to Chris, this was going to stick with me for a month at least if I was careful and let it heal, or else I could have it life long. 

So I kept my bandage on like a good girl, I was greeted at the door by a man leaning against the doorway staring at me, a smirk plastered on his face, I paused on the last step.

"So you must be Charlie the Chocolate factory,"

"Um...," how did he knew what Chris said? He smiled holding out a hand, "I'm Vladimir, your fiancee's older brother,"

I winced at the word fiancee, we were nothing like that and he saw the wince his smile faltering.

"Hi, I never knew he had a brother," I said shaking it. He smiled turning his hand from a shake hand to a steady grip helping me walk and I sent him a nod of thanks.

"Yea, sounds like him, this is Samantha, my wife," I hadn't even noticed the petite woman standing behind him smiling carrying a small kid in her arms.