He Came Back Hurt

AVA’S POV

So in case you all are wondering, I didn’t find out what drug they were talking about.

I was just irritated by the fact that she knew something I didn’t.

After breakfast, I heard Sophie and Christien discussing. They were planning to go somewhere together.

Where were they going?

Was it also for business or for something else? Christien didn’t look like someone to indulge in office romance.

It was clear Sophie was the one fawning over him.

And even if he was, it was definitely none of my business.

I watched Sophie and Christien discuss things I didn’t understand.

He grabbed his black leather jacket, but she collected it from him, smiling as she placed it over her arm.

What a beautiful sight indeed!

“Davis, I’ll be back late. I have something to take care of out of town,” Christien said as he and Sophie passed in front of me.

“I’ll see you soon, Ava,” Sophie smiled at me, and I gave her a forced one.

I shouldn’t be doing this because she was so nice to me.

But I couldn’t seem to help it.

I settled down on the sofa in the living room and brought out my phone.

My phone had been on do not disturb since last night because I knew Stella was going to call and I’d have to narrate all my experiences to her in full.

Immediately I turned it on, I saw ten missed calls and fifteen unread messages from Stella and Lily.

I dialed Stella’s number first.

“Ava!” she screamed from the other end.

I moved the phone from my ear, putting it on loudspeaker, and she continued, “Why didn’t you pick my calls? Did you know how scared I was?”

“I’m so sorry. I was tired and fell asleep.”

I heard her sigh. “So you’re good, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“This is one of the reasons you should give me your brother’s number… I could have called him and asked for your well-being.”

She said that just as Davis walked in, sitting next to me.

“My number?” Davis asked, and I heard Stella inhale sharply.

Oh, I shouldn’t have put this on loudspeaker.

“Is that your brother?” Stella asked.

I didn’t have to be with her to know she was on the verge of screaming.

“No, of course not,” I said, pushing Davis away.

“Who’s she?” Davis asked, and I signaled for him to keep quiet.

“Ava, stop lying. I can hear his voice,” she said, and I hung up.

“Who was that?” Davis asked.

“One of your admirers,” I said.

“What’s her name?” Davis asked, a smile appearing slowly on his lips.

Playboy mode activated!

“I’m not telling you,” I said, walking away from him.

I felt something hit my head. I turned and saw a pillow on the floor.

“You started this,” I smiled, and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

The fight ended after about fifty to sixty throws of pillows. Forty came from me.

Davis later left for his room and later a girl came in looking for him.

Wasn't he ever  tired of so many girls

I felt sleepy, so I decided to take a nap. So I laid down on the long sofa.

By the time I woke up, it was already very late, and Davis had already texted me saying he'd left and would be back soon.

I sat up, looking around blankly. Christien wasn’t back yet. Was he spending the night at a hotel with Sophie?

My stomach recoiled at the thought of it.

Ava, stop thinking about him!

I suddenly heard a knock on the door. It was urgent but soft.

“Who’s there?” I asked, standing up slowly.

The knock sounded more urgent as I got closer.

I ran toward the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

Of course, I had never used a knife!

But I had to feel protected.

I moved toward the door, subconsciously counting my steps.

My arm stayed raised with the knife.

I placed my hand on the lock.

I turned it slowly… and it clicked open.

I pulled the door forward.

When I finally opened the door, I saw

Christien.

His head was bent. I looked toward his fingers and saw a trail of blood from his arm, dropping to the floor.