Ava "s POV
I rushed Dalia into what appeared to be the kitchen.
To say the least, it was enormous; there was an island in the middle of the kitchen with a sink at one end and stools all around it. The counters were black and white marble, and the cabinets were dark grey to match the house's theme.
Before we went playing, I took Dalia's hand in mine and asked if she wanted something to eat. I was avoiding Andrew at all costs because I knew he wouldn't try anything with Dalia around.
I'm not afraid to defend myself. When I first moved to New York, I looked for a self-defense class, and now I also practice kickboxing. I just didn't want to roundhouse his a$$ on my first day at work.
She looked at me and said, "Avaaaaaa, can I have some cream crackers?"
"Of course, Princess," I said as I looked at her bright eyes and smiling face.
Dalia exclaimed, "On the top shelf!"
I grumbled as I looked up to where she was pointing, knowing I couldn't reach it but hoping to find a stool somewhere.
"Stay right here, Princess, I'm going to look for a stool."
"All right, Aavaa," she said.
I laughed as she said my name, knowing that most kids her age couldn't roll their "r's." "yet.
I entered the dining room and noticed some chairs that I thought would be fine to use. I took the chair and dragged it into the kitchen.
When I arrived, I saw Dalia sitting at the counter eating Animal Crackers and Andrew talking to Dalia with his back to me. I sat down and walked over to the cabinets to get her some water.
I locked my gaze on Dalia, who exclaimed, "Avaaa!!!"
I noticed Andrew "His back tightens and his jaw twitches. He was mesmerizing, but the moment he turned towards me and looked at me, I was shaken. He was enraged, and all I wanted to do was put him in his place for being so impolite.
"Dalia, go to the other room and start coloring; Ava will be right there with you shortly."
My name tasted like poison in his mouth, and I never wanted him to say it again.
Dalia exited the room, smiling and content with her Animal Crackers. I returned my gaze to him, but this time he was closer to me than I had anticipated.
He put both of his hands on the wall behind me as I leaned against it. I was uneasy under his glaze as he looked at me. I needed to get out of there, so I placed my hand on his chest and tried to push him away, but he didn't move "I didn't move an inch. He slammed my wrist against the wall behind me, which was on his chest.
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