CHAPTER 006

Draven

Draven arched an eyebrow when Aveline snapped back at him with her words.

He rose from his chair and placed his hands on the table. His broad shoulders were very visible, and his hair bounced upward, leaving the few strands just at the front of his innocent blue eyes that could capture one's heart with just a glance.

His facial appearance was one to speak about also, but at this point, he was angry rather than confused. 

Aveline was still standing when he stood properly. "What did you think you are trying to do?" His deep baritone filled the room but Aveline was not fazed by it. Instead, she just shrugged. 

"I told you already, I'm packing my things," she heaved a deep sigh and opened her eyes. "I would be out of this place in an hour."

Two lines appeared on Draven's face as he stared deeper into Aveline's eyes. "We both know you are doing this to make me beg you." 

"Ain't I saying the truth?" He added. 

A deep scoff escaped Aveline's throat. "I need nothing from you, Draven; I'm just gonna get out of this place shortly."

The room fell silent and the both of them kept staring at one another.

Aveline's mind was already made up, you could see it in her eyes. There was no turning back. 

"I guess I've been too light with you lately," his voice was more of a whisper this time.

He had already flipped his hair backward, his face was now more visible than it was before. 

"What are you trying to insinuate?" Aveline's hands were across her chest. "You think I'm just gonna keep warming your bed over and over."

They both shared a look before she sucked her teeth in a loud way. "I don't think that is possible."

"I know you are acting up," Draven let out a light chuckle. "You are gonna come back later on."

The rays of the sun poured into the room, the curtains were opened widely and it blurred out a part of Aveline's face.

"You know I'm not lying, it's good." He walked towards his chair.

"What is?" 

He halted in his steps. "The silence you gave, it's all because I said the truth anyway."

"I think I'm done here, I would start now," she turned away from Draven.

A loud sound was produced when his palm came in contact with the wall and Aveline turned back.

"You should be grateful like you always were," his hands were now in his pockets. "I think I became soft with you."

The soft hum of the air conditioner was evident in the room; she just kept on standing there, unable to say a word.

"That has nothing to do with this situation," she checked her wristwatch and tilted her head. "So why are you bringing it up?" 

"You were silent all this time, and I think it favored you, so why the fuck are you acting up now of all times?!" Draven eyes were now more of red than blue. 

Aveline turned away, without giving a response to his question. "I will see you later." 

"You should be grateful like–" 

He was forced to stop when the door slammed behind her. 

"That is surprising," he muttered under his breath and fell to the chair.

He took his legs to the table and rolled the pen in his hand; the look in his eyes was that he was quite surprised.

A gentle knock could be heard and he turned to the door. 

"It's opened, come in." Draven quickly sat up.

"Good morning sir," the soothing voice of the female right at his front made him drop his pen.

Draven sat on his table and folded his arms across his chest for the hundredth time. "What brings you here?" 

She pushed up her glasses and coughed lightly to clear her throat. "I came to inform you that Ms Aveline is packing her things."

They looked at one another for a moment.

"Everything that belongs to her actually," she added. 

She seemed surprised with the look of indifference on Draven's face. "What do you say, sir?"

"You all should let her do what she wants to do," he rubbed his forehead lightly. "It's not like I care anyway." 

The heavy sigh that escaped his secretary's nostrils made him furrow an eyebrow.

"What is that supposed to mean?" His words tumbled out in a rush.

Her heels clicked when she turned her leg slowly. "It's umm…it's nothing sir."

"Aveline is just displaying childishly," he rose to his feet. "I guess that's the best way she can act so let her do what she does best." 

"She has a very huge part in the information sir," a male's voice broke the silence.

Draven looked to his side and ran his hands through his hair when he saw his assistant.

"Ms Aveline has key information to our current deal; I don't think we should overlook this."

His face was etched with worry but Draven just smiled over it.

"You should not be bothered about it," he smiled wryly and placed his hand on the former's shoulder.

"But if–"

"You all should get back to work," he cut his assistant short as he sat on the edge of the table. "I don't think I wanna talk much on that matter." 

"Okay sir," they all turned to take their leave.

His gaze was fixed on the floor. "When the time comes, she will come back to her senses, and of course, she will get back to work." 

A slight noise could be heard when his assistant and the secretary walked out of the office. 

Draven was still seated on the table and he kept stroking his chin. "It would all come back to its right place, all of it."

He whispered to himself as he was seated there, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and heaved a sigh. 

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Draven raised his head when he noticed a finger crossing his chest and a grin pushed the corner of his lips up. 

"Hey, it's Emily," her voice was calm. "I've missed you, dear." 

Draven was still seated at the table; he kept looking at her. "I know your name is Emily, so there's no really–" 

He was cut short when Emily pulled him towards her and their lips crashed. Emily continued without sparing him a glance and he was into it also. 

Emily was pushed towards him, and he pushed her hair behind her ears; she let out a light chuckle and looked at him for some seconds. 

"You are surprising me right now," she smiled but Draven ignored it and locked his lips into hers again.

They went on for minutes, but Draven pulled back immediately. His gaze shifted; Aveline was watching from a distance, and he seemed disturbed by it.

"What's wrong?" Emily ran her index finger down his chest, he did not pay attention to it, instead he just seemed annoyed.

Aveline was not jealous one bit, and she had no sign of pain or regret in her eyes; she was just being her, and Draven seemed frustrated.

"You are not paying attention to me, babe," she held his shirt lightly and chuckled lightly.

Approaching footsteps could be heard, and it kept getting louder until the door opened, it was Ave.

"I am done packing so I guess I should get going then," she was holding some files in her hand. 

Draven scoffed. "You know you don't feel like moving out so why did you have to make things worse for yourself?" 

"These are files that might be of use to you all; it's not mine anyway," her hair came forward when she bent to drop it on the table, but she flipped it backward when she stood upright. "So I'm dropping it." 

Emily and Aveline's gaze met one another and the former rolled her eyeballs. 

She turned to Draven again and kissed him without his knowledge, but he did nothing. She kept on rubbing her hand on his chest, and she swapped gazes with Aveline and his chest continuously, but the latter did not look disturbed or jealous.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Draven's voice was laced with concern and he rose to his feet, causing Emily to move some inches from him.

"She said she wants to go so why not let her go to hell?" A giggle followed Emily's words, and she hissed flatly.

"You heard her," Aveline motioned towards Emily in disgust and turned away from Draven. "Till we meet again, if possible." 

With that, Aveline walked away from the office and a sigh escaped Draven's mouth.

He watched Aveline until she went out of the room and he sank into his chair where Emily came to meet him.

"What is wrong with you?" Her eyes were filled with concern. "You've been acting weird."

Draven just waved it aside and he smiled. "It's nothing." 

"Do you want to come over to my house tonight?" Her words were slow but steady.

"No."