Too Many Things Going Wrong

~ Ava ~

“What do you mean, Adrain?" I left the door handle and walked to the front of his desk.

“Exactly what you heard. Do the drawing now, and I wouldn’t hesitate to sign it."

I bit hard on my lower lip, knowing this plan was on the brink of getting scattered.

I slowly walked back to the couch we had sat on earlier and slumped on it.

“I will do the drawing. " I said and watched his face light up instantly.

He smiled wildly and brought out the papers I would be using for it.

“This is it." He said and placed the paper and box in a stool, then placed it on my side.

“Draw while I watch you do it." He sat next to me.

I unfolded the paper and gently placed it on the stool, then opened the box and picked up the pencil.

I made a sketch, then forcefully threw the pencil on the floor and held my head with both hands.

"Ouch," I cried and rose from the seat.

Adrain jerked up from the seat. “What is going on?"

"Ouchh." I cried more and staggered a little.

"What is it, Charlotte?” he begged and came to hold my waist.

I held my head tighter and wriggled out of his grip.

"The migraine," I groaned.

"The migraine?" He repeated and held my hands, helping me to sit.

“I thought you finally got rid of it years ago."

I shook my head. “I never got rid of it, Adrain; after it was treated, it resurfaced regularly." I mumbled.

“Fuck. I'm so sorry for this, Charlotte. I guess I caused it by talking and forcing you to do the drawing.” He pleaded, his eyes filled with regrets.

He left my hand and slid his hands into his pockets, then pulled out his phone. “Hold on for a second; let me get a nurse to come treat you."

"No," I blinked. "You don’t have to do that, Adrain. Remember I’m staying away from people for now. No one gets to see me till my father's legacy is properly gathered. " I explained.

"Yeah, that’s right, Charlotte. But the nurse is from a distant hospital. She wouldn’t know you from anywhere.”

"No," I insisted. Don't call anyone.

"You can’t do these, Charlotte; it’s your health we are talking about here. Nobody knows you are back, not even Austin, my beta.” He turned towards the door.

"I didn’t even come with a guard, nobody. Your presence in Lycaonia is just between you and me; nobody knows about it.”

‘Whoah, very good.' I screamed in my head. Hearing his beta doesn’t even know about the Charlotte girl being around made it easier. No guards, no body; it was just him and I.

“Then allow it to be between you and me. Don’t get a nurse, Adrain. You don’t know whose spy she might be.”

He dipped his chin. “It’s okay if that’s what you want.”

I smiled and rested my head on the chair.

He went to his desk and took the half-burnt photo and came to sit.

“Tell me what prompted this drawing, Charlotte; let’s see if you remember." He pointed at the drawing.

What the fuck was this? This very drawing has really prompted a lot.

Adrain should just shut his mouth and let me be.

I raised my head. "Wh…what?" I stuttered.

"I mean, the day you made this drawing, what prompted it?” He smiled and folded his arms, watching me.

"This is not the best time to talk, Adrain. I have a migraine," I reminded him and rested back.

He sighed and stood up from the couch and walked to the window. He drew the blinds up, and then the ray of sun came hitting my face from the opaque window.

He crossed his hands behind his back and stared down from the window.

I watched Adrain from the back. He was very tall just the way any girl would want their man to be. His dark shiny hair fit perfectly to his face.

He stood firm; his presence alone radiated raw power.

He did get it all. Beauty, wealth, and power. All of it.

Adrian was really beautiful, and I believe that is why Emilia didn’t hesitate to get married to him.

Poor Emilia, isn’t it clear he was basically using her as his sex toy?

And here he was, drooling over his childhood sweetheart—Charlotte—like she was some sort of goddess.

Doesn’t seem new though; Emilia was bound to lose all her life. And how ironic it seems, she never lost to anyone else but me.

“Did you come with someone, Charlotte?" Adrian's voice cut me off from my world of thinking.

“Someone?" I echoed in confusion.

His expression darkened and he turned to me. “The code to the gate. It’s just you and I that know it. And I came in before you.”

I still don’t get it. What exactly was he saying?

"Come," he signaled.

I gently walked over to the window, and he pointed down.

I looked closer to see a girl dressed in black pants and a black hoodie; her red hair rested above her shoulders, and she stood with her hands placed on her waist.

I looked more closely and gasped in shock.

Nyx.

What was she doing here and how did she get here?

Following me was never part of the plan.