"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...
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HIS EYES NEVER seemed to leave hers. He continued to walk closer towards Johnathan and Avelina with Anton standing beside him the entire time. Avelina would've never been able to guess that he was a billionaire. He looked to be more of a model than anything.
"Mr. Zolotov, this is the caregiver I told you about. Her name is Avelina Santos. She's going to be with you for the next three months while you're home," Johnathan spoke. Avelina usually was good at introducing herself, but for some reason under his heated gaze, she couldn't move or speak. Even though she couldn't exactly see his eyes completely, she still caught sight of his silver orbs just gleaming into her own eyes.
"Mr. Zolotov welcomes you. I would be more than happy to show you where you'll be staying," Anton began before moving to step closer towards Avelina. He was suddenly stopped by Adrik's hand that was quick to stop him from moving any further towards the girl.
Adrik finally tore his gaze away from her. She finally felt like she could breathe as she glanced over at Johnathan. Johnathan didn't really know what to think about the whole situation.
"Ona brazil'skaya?" Adrik had asked. Avelina picked up on the rich sound of his voice. It was deep and seemed to hint at all the naughty things he wanted to do with her. [ translation : she is brazilian ]
"He asked if you are Brazilian," Anton spoke. She glanced over at him once more to see his eyes on her again. It left her feeling nervous, but she pushed her fear away. If she was going to do the job as his caregiver, she was going to have to stop acting like a scared kitten.
"Yes, I'm from Brazil," she told Anton, giving a small smile.
"Skol'ko yey let?" Adrik then asked. She let out a sigh before turning to look at Johnathan. [ translation : how old is she ]
"I thought he would know English," she whispered. Johnathan raised a brow in response.
"He does know English. I told you that he doesn't speak to people he doesn't know. I'm surprised he's talking to you this much honestly," Johnathan whispered back. She looked over at Adrik once more who then reached up to the black frames on his face and slid them off.
If Avelina thought he was beautiful before, he was especially gorgeous now. His silver eyes stared into her own as he walked closer. Avelina was rooted in place and there was nothing she could do or say anymore. She thought she could handle it, but now she was truly second-guessing that.
"He asked about how old you are," Anton translated. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her shoes. Everything felt so intense with him staring into her soul like he was.
"I'm twenty-three," she muttered. Adrik was so close to her that if she lifted her head from her shoes, their lips would touch. Johnathan slowly back away from the two of us leaving her heart to thump heavily in her chest. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but her body felt on fire.
