Fifty-One

LENA'S POV

Aria and Dave left work earlier, going to God knows where. Some other employees noticed it too and took it upon themselves to badmouth Aria. I didn't pay attention to it because I knew they were all jealous and only something to ease their jealousy.

As I parked my car outside my apartment building, I climbed down to see Nixon's car stopping behind mine. With scrunched eyebrows, I watched him alight from the car.

"What are you doing here?"

He shoved his hand in his coat pocket as he approached me. "Since Aria is not here, I came to keep you company just like a responsible boyfriend would." He grinned

"You are not my boyfriend." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Yet." He turned away from me and walked towards my apartment, leaving me to stare at him in surprise. "Come and open the door," he called when he got to the entrance.

I made my way to the door and opened it. He sat on the couch, resting his back on the arm and his long legs stretched on it.

"What would you like?" I aske