On the Negative Side ~payalgupta3012

Part 18 : Addicted

I JUST WANNA BE YOURS. TOTALLY AND PASSIONATELY YOURS.

Hayley's POV

"You don't love Adrian, right?"

"N-no."

"Be honest."

"I don't know."

A ring in my phone disturbed the silence of the room. I broke the hug and picked the call.

"Yeah, Adrian?"

"Where are you?"

"I am at home."

"But I am at your home."
Shit!

"But why are you there?"

"To help you in packing. Where are you?"

"Oh actually, I didn't wanted to worry you. Actually my wound started bleeding all of a sudden so I am at this small old Clinic getting treated."
Not completely lie.

"What? Are you OK?"
He grew concerned.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. I'm coming home."
I got off the bed and went to the road wearing my mask and glasses after giving last hug to Emerson.
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"OK then let's go."
I said as I approached his figure leaning on his car at parking of this apartment.

"Sorry, miss? I have a girlfriend."
He said and went a little far from me.

I blinked in confusion.

"Who is this girlfriend of yours when I am here?!"
I said out of jealousy.

"Hayley? Is that you?"

"Who else?"

"God that mask and glasses made me think it was someone else."
He said coming to me

"Who is that girlfriend?"

"You only Angel. I just didn't recognize, your whole face is covered. What can I do?..."

"You even forgot the outfit that I'm wearing?"

"Oh! umm... I'm sorry."

"Uncle, when you're sorry, you should do sit-ups."
The children who were playing in apartment said to him and started laughing. I smiled.

"Let's go."
I said still in mad mood and started walking towards elevator.

He held my wrist which made me turn to look at him.

"Sorry."
He said and held his ears starting with sit-ups.

"Adrian, What are you doing? Get up. Kids were just joking."
I tried to stop him but he just kept on mumbling sorry and doing sit ups.

"Get up... I'm not mad."

"Promise?"
He asked with a pout when I tightly held his arm.

How can this little cutie be a mafia?!
I smiled at my thought and then nodded at him.
"Promise."

We entered elevator.
"But see, you found it difficult to recognize me... No one can know who I am."

"Hmm... Your wound, is that OK?"
He said and checked my cut arm, bending my jacket gently.

"I'm fine."
I said and rubbed his hand in comforting way. Lift was going up.

"But I'm not."

"Why? Are you having fever?"
He came close to me and my heartbeat fastened and my back touched wall.