Ivanna
I was wondering how I said YES to him without thinking for a minute. Maybe, just because he looked less scary tonight or maybe because I loved his voice. I can't deny that I came to be his fan after the concert.
I see him opening the door of the car for me. Now, It's too late to resist him.
"Bye, Ivanna", Siza says in an envious voice.
"Have fun", Piyali chuckles. What the heck she meant by 'have fun'? I wanted to ask her that but I find Adavan waiting for me, standing near the door. I bid them and walk towards him. He passes me a warm smile as I stop by him.
"Well, that's not needed. My home is in the opposite direction", I tell him.
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IvannaHis sudden apology leaves me into surprise. I swallow the remaining piece of pizza somehow, looking at him with my elevated eyes. Did he apologise? I ask myself again. Yes, he did, which I never expected. I can't find words to emit. Putting my hands on my lap, I peer at him."That's.. completely fine", I mumble, trying to pass a smile, widening my lips."No, that's not", he lowers his gaze, shoving the plate aside. He has left half of his food on the plate. I wanted to say something. But who will mess with a sleeping lion? I can't trust him. What if he again swaps!"I don't know how to behave with people. 20 years!", he sighs. "I'm living alone for fucking 20 years!"I can s
IvannaMom is watching television after we finished dinner. I'm sitting beside her, looking at the television set without any attention. My mind is being loaded with tons of thoughts with every passing second. I wonder if I did a mistake by leaving my job. Though Adavan didn't come across me at the classes today, I didn't feel like to be anywhere near him. The whole day passed, but I'm still trying to forget that bitter experience. His words are still pinching my ears, making me regret on my decision."Will you open the door?", mom jerks me as I come out of my thoughts."W..what?", I mumble, moving a bit on the couch."Didn't you hear? Someone is on the door", she says, leaving the remote beside me. "Anyway, you sit here. I'll check"
IvannaI get shocked when I find him holding my cup. What is he doing with that?"I was just seeing it", he says. "It's adorable", he points at the teddy bear drawn on it. It surprises me as he never behaves like that. But who even cares? He'll be the same creepy, arrogant man after a while.He puts my mug on the table and takes the pot of sugar. He adds a half spoon of extra sugar and stirs it."You shouldn't vent the anger on your classes, Iva", he says, taking a sip from his coffee. "I was at fault. You could've come to me and emit your anger. Don't ruin your sessions""I was actually having a headache", I shrug as he looks at me surprisingly.
Adavan"Your black tea", Martha places the tray on the table next to me. I don't respond to her as she says again. "Master, your tea"Despite hearing her I don't answer back this time also. I'm looking outside through the glass panel, thinking about my old days. She waits for a few minutes to hear something from me. Then turns to go."My mother was your friend, right?", I finally ask her, glueing my eyes at the view outside."Yes", she smiles, turning back to me. "But why are you suddenly asking this? You don't like to talk about all this""I felt like to know", I mumble. "Didn't she ever tell you what was the reason? Why did she commit suicide?"
IvannaChristian gets in and sits beside him. I didn't want Christian to feel something suspicious. If I keep behaving ill with Adavan, he will surely sense something."Thank you", Christian beams at him."That's nothing. I was just going for a recording. Why not help you?", Adavan peeps at the front mirror when I was already looking at it. I immediately shove my gaze and look outside as he drives along with the portal."Still, I should thank", Christian strives to be warm with him when he was the one who made Christian feel so low. Just because his whole career depends on Adavan somehow. This is the reason I kept quiet, allowing his shit. Sometimes, I feel if we also had money and power, we wouldn't have to be the puppy of these rich people. I'
AdavanI move the accelerator and drive faster in anger. I was barely controlling myself while listening to their so-called fucking love story. How can a cheap naive guy like Christian satisfy her? She was acting as if she has gotten a prince charming. She doesn't know how it feels to be the woman of an Alpha Man. That's why she is fucking around that immature kid, Christian. I know why she is still sticking to him. Because he listens to her like a loyal dog. That's what she wants. However, she doesn't know the pleasure to be with a dominating man. This is what most of the girls want. Once she gets to know the pleasure of being with me, she will never think of that kid again.I intentionally punctured the tire through Robert. I wanted to spend some time with Iva. I wanted to see her, hear her voice. But she fucked up everything. Her voice seemed to be ann
IvannaI smile blissfully with his gentle kiss on my forehead. He gets up and buckles his belt. After that, he sits beside me, holding my top. He pulls me towards him and puts my top over my head. I keep looking at him, widening my lips. After we made love every time, he used to make me wear my clothes."I would've worn it", I tell him."Did you pull them off on your own?", he hoists his eyebrows."No, you did.", I pass him a confusing look."Then who should put them on again?", he questions me.I never understood his logic. I ask him the same question and he answers me the same. However, I always liked it whenever he did that.
IvannaLife completely changed after joining the piano sessions. At least it is not hectic like before. I didn't need to work overnight instead I could sleep properly. College was going good too. I had earned a weird kind of admiration from my classmates and even from teachers as according to them I am Adavan Gomez's love interest! What a joke! A guy who can't respect me can never have feelings for me. I tried to clear their misunderstanding several times. However, they didn't seem like to accept that. I stopped arguing and explaining. They ask me about my sessions and I always end up talking about how Christian helps me learn quickly every day. Maybe, I wanted to prove to them that I love Christian more than anything and they should stop talking rubbish about me, messing my name with Adavan. They seemed less interested to hear about my old love story. Nevertheless, I don't care if my story makes them yawn. I enjoy talking a