Chapter Four
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Ana
For the next few weeks we bonded easily with Babushka. I won't lie if I say she's the first person to ever show me love and care in my entire life apart from Ursula. I feel loved, save and wanted whenever I'm with her. We got along easily and I would say she's the sweetest person I ever encountered in my life. If and only if her grandson got a ride but of her sweetness, I wouldn't be tensing the way I'm doing right now just because he entered Babushka's room.
It was one of our nights together where, I help her get dressed for bed, read her a bedtime story (like a kid. Lol) before tucking her in bed.
That very day her head was on my laps and I was shapelessly making her hair and she was telling me a story about how Aleks threw a temper tantrum just because he was deprived of the right to practice his Jet Li talent which did no good because he ended up displaying his Kungfu talents despite their disapproval.
"Aleks?" she called out and bringing me back from the trance I entered due to his presence. She must have noticed how my hands stopped working and how I literally tensed within seconds. Him opening the door didn't make any noticable noise but my reaction alone gave him out.
"Babushka" he answered.
There was a hint of an emotion o his face which I can't recognize because I'm good at reading emotions but I know it's a rare considering the person I saw it on. It disappeared as quickly as it came but I caught it and he must have noticed it because a slight frown covered his face.
"You're scaring your wife Aleks"
"Babushka what! I didn't say-"
"If course you didn't say anything but I know a woman who's afraid when I meet her. Come here child" she finished.
"Excuse me please" I quickly escaped from the bed as he approached and ran out of the room before anybody would try to stop me.
"Ana" I heard before someone grabbed my arm and stopped me from going further.
"Where are you going to" he asked.
"I remembered something I need to pick up from the kitchen and-"
His other hand sneaking to get a hold of my waist stopped me from going on. He took a step closer and I was literally flushed to his front.
"Go ahead" He urged.
Is he mad or something? He knew he had this effect on me and when I'm plastered to his large frame he's asking me to keep talking?
"I want to..... to.....go downstairs-"
"So what was it that you want to pick up we could go there together" He said barely above a whisper.
His phone rang and he groaned loudly before one getting it.
"What?" he barked into the phone.
"Easy boss" I could also hear the caller.
"Talk!"
"We have a problem here boss" the person said
"On my way" he replied before stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
"Come on let's get your stuff from the kitchen"
"I... don't worry I'll get it later"
"Alright as you wish" I could feel a sense of humor in his voice, is he laughing at me?
His phone rang again and he made an angry and lame attempt to get it. From his expression I noticed that the phone call piss him off.
"What!" he barked loudly and angrily.
"Boss the situation here is getting out of hand"
"Fine, I'm on my way now"
He let go of me and I didn't wait a second before running. When I entered my room my heart was pounding in my ribcage. I hate myself or let me say I hate my body for the way it responds to Aleks. This is a guy that treated me with zero respect, if anything I should be despising him and not the other way round.
I went to bed that night cussing at myself.
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