Chapter 12
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CHAPTER 12
Alena POV
When I get home I’m surprised to see Patrick isn't back yet. I was craving some protein so bad. I decide to eat something before I hop in the shower. My face felt so hot and I was freaking out, because if I didn't wash my face soon I would most definitely have a pimple tomorrow. I quickly open the fridge, but then the front door opens and a very sweaty and shirtless Evander comes walking in.
“You rip your shirt or something?” I ask annoyed and he gives me a side eye look.
“Hello Alena.” He runs his hand through his dark brown hair and I give him an awkward wave as I stick a carrot in my mouth. I look back at the fridge trying to decide what to make.
“I can put one of the frozen Lasagnas in the oven and you could go shower first?” he asks as he wipes his face with the shirt clutched in his hand. He starts to walk towards his room slinging his gym bag over his shoulder.
“I can do it too, which one do you prefer?” I ask and drop to my knees and open the freezer. My legs were killing me. I hated leg day. He makes a strange sound and I akwardly turn my head. What the hell?
“I got it go shower,” he says and suddenly drops his bag on the floor. He walks towards the fridge and I stand up and look at him. My mouth goes dry when I take in his toned chest, shoulder and stomach. He had tattoos all written in the same font. He looks startled when I hold up my hand signaling him to stand still. His irretated expression slips.
I take a step towards him as I read his tattoos.
“Doubt thou stars are fine.” I read the first line on his shoulder softly out loud.
“Doubt that the sun doth move.” On his shoulder.
“Doubt truth be a liar.” Other shoulder.
“But never doubt I love.” on his chest over his heart.
I want to lift his arm to see the one on his wrist I had a glimpse of today in the car, but think better of it when I see his eyes. He looks as if he's in pain.
“You like Hamlet?” I say and he nods. We stay quiet and I don't ask what the quote actually means to him. He was making me so uncomfortable and I was done. I had to switch roles.
“I want to get one too.” I pulled my baggy shirt over my head and also wipe my own sweaty face with it. I’m wearing a black sports bra that matches my shorts. I was still perfectly covered.
“What are you doing?” He asks, his voice going so quiet that I smile at him.
“I’m showing you where I would get one. You're allowed to be shirtless, but I can’t stand in my sports bra?”
“It's different.” He says and I c**k my head at him. I take a step towards him.
“I have some c**k energy that I need to release too ok.” I try to joke, but there is a moment of awkward silence and then he looks away.
“Get in the shower, Alena.” Is that anger in his voice? I shook my head and bumped his hand as I walked past him. I tried making a joke and pissed him off. How does that even happen?
He grabs my arm and I look at him confused. His grip is light, but holds me in place.
“Where did you want to get a tattoo and of what?”
My mouth falls open. I don’t understand this man.
“It’s a secret again, sorry.” I say and study his brown eyes for a moment. I took his hand off of me and walked straight into the bathroom.
When I close the door behind me I cover my face. I was completely mortified. When I finally climb into the shower I hear some faint music playing. I swallow my pride and quickly walk out and dart to Patrick's room in my towel. Thankfully Evander is doing something in his room. I recognize Mumford and Sons playing on the speaker in the living room as I get dressed. I pull on one of Patricks shirts and my favorite sweatpants. I make a messy bun when I hear the shower. I go back into the kitchen and see that the Lasagna has 10 minutes to go.
“Honey I’m home!” Patrick bellows when he comes walking in. His eyes land on me sitting on the counter waiting for the lasagne. He walks into my waiting arms and I wrap my legs and arms around him in a bear hug.
“Hi Pumpkin,” he kisses my nose then my mouth.
“How was your day?” I ask as I press my face into his neck. He smelled faintly like tobacco.
“It was good, I’m just starving!” He eyes the lasagne and then I hear the bathroom door.
“Hi!” Patrick says and I don’t look up and just keep pressing my face in the crook of his neck. I guess Evander just waves at him or something, because I just hear his bedroom door close.
“Someone is a little grumpy.” Patrick comments and then opens the oven to retrieve the lasagne.
“Oh wow that smells amazing.” I say, as I collect three plates for us. I get some of the fresh bread in the cupboard to pair with the lasange. Evander comes out again wearing only his gray sweatpants and I roll my eyes. We decide on watching the first avengers movie and Patrick chats away about his day at work. When he finally asks me how my day was I look over at Evander.
“Nothing much, Evander over here just fired my whole building.” I say bluntly and Evander chokes. I grin inwardly.
“Fired?” Patrick says, panicked and looks at Evander. “Wait! I thought I knew that place! Why did you do it though?”
I take my last bite and collect their plates.
“I needed the space and one of the CEO’s was stealing funds.” His words make me stop in my tracks and I look right at him.
“Oh well, that's terrible! But aren't there rules or something?” Patrick asks as he looks between the two of us. Great now he feels the tension.
“I did give them a warning about a year ago, but they didn't take my threats seriously.”
“Why do you need the space?” I ask and he grins at me.
“It’s a secret, sorry.”
Bastard.
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