The Traps of Black Swan

Aaron checked out the man. He didn't look like a man from a group of thugs or trained. His actions and reflexes meant he wasn't used to fighting. At most, the man looked like a paparazzi or a naive man who was doing a job for money.

Aaron felt a poke on his arm, then slender cold fingers wrapped around his wrist and moved his hand back and forth. Then she smiled awkwardly. 

'Why do men rely on physical violence?' Aarvi thought. 

Being beaten black and blue three years ago, violence hardly comes to her dictionary, unless she had no choice. She knew well how it feels to be in unbearable pain.

Aaron heard her murmur, "I won't offend you." Compared to that man, her arms looked so slim. Breaking her arms or dislocating them would be so easy. The thought gave her goosebumps.

Aaron: "..." His hand itched to pull her ear.

Roach reached them and bowed. He breathed out his long-held breath and then apologized, "I am sorry, President Rivas, Young Madam, for reaching late." He was glad the man was just nobody instead of an assassin.

Aarvi and Aaron understood that Roach got to know about the man a little late, hence he came to the village, and traced them till he got the jeep parked. They weren't angry at him.

Roach straightened his back when Aaron hummed in acceptance. Roach glanced at the noisily crying man. He mercilessly kicked the man from his boot, "Shut up." He snarled at the crying man.

Aarvi: "..."

'Why do men like shouting?' She thought.

The crying man shut his lips staring at the burly tall man. His face twisted, body shrunk in pain but he didn't dare to make a noise.

Roach held out the couple's belongings towards them, "I will handle it from here. Please enjoy your day, President Rivas, Young Madam." He also meant, there is nobody else following them. They could be worry-free.

Aaron collected them and turned to Aarvi. He didn't get to speak. She sat down and poked the man's forearm with the sharp end of the stick and made him twiddle on the ground due to pain.

"If I didn't allow you to see my shirtless husband, then you aren't allowed to touch him. He is only mine to touch." She poked him harder, making him cry.

Aaron: "..."

Roach jerked aside to avoid his eyes falling on Aaron even if the latter speaks with him. 

Aaron: "..."

Aaron threw her shrug and t-shirt on his shoulder, wore the bag on the single shoulder, and scooped his wife from the ground before her dialogues could continue.

He could already imagine all the men, lowering their heads to speak with him, afraid of offending Aarvi. Uff… His wife was a unique creation.

"Ronron, let me down. Ronron…" Aarvi was wriggling in his arms.

"Ahh…" She heard the man shriek out. Aarvi slightly jerked in Aaron's arms.

Aaron was unfazed. He walked while Aarvi wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at Roach and the man. Roach had placed the dislocated joints without following the pretreatment routine.

'How brutal!' She could only pity the man for accepting the job against them. 

But who sent him?

If Leon was the one who sent that man, then this was the perfect opportunity for Leon to kidnap or kill them. So she was pretty sure it wasn't Leon.

'Him?' She recalled the last person from her list. 'But how?' She thought. 

Looking at men being aggressive, she almost accepted she was a Little Lamb which Leon says. Nevertheless, she shrugged off her thoughts. She was a vulture, she preys from afar unlike joining the petty fights.

Suddenly, she vigorously shook her head. She wanted to enjoy her time with Aaron instead of thinking about any jerks. So she left the work for Roach to handle and tried her best to turn off her brain.

Aaron knew Aarvi didn't like physical torture that reminds her of the past. If he doesn't distract her, her mood wouldn't be the same. So...

Aarvi gasped feeling electrocuted and her little fist punched him when he nibbled her neck. "Haaa… Shameless man, are you seducing me in front of two men?" Lost in her thoughts and Without being aware, her voice wasn't low.

Aaron, Roach, and the limping man: "..."

Aarvi bit her tongue, sheepishly gazing at Aaron. She would ruin Aaron's cold image at this rate. She poked Aaron recalling the limping man following them.

"Are we good kissers or bad?" She asked in curiosity.

Aaron glanced at her. She never kissed anybody, neither did he. So they can't compare or measure on any scale, "Who cares?" He shrugged off the question. 

Seeing her pout, "We enjoy it is what's that matters." He added another line and saw her nod, licking her lips.

He left her on the rock to take a seat. Took the towel out of the bag, dabbed her face to remove droplets. Then he started drying her hair. Aarvi had thought the bag had junk food for her if she gets hungry, forgetting he was Doctor Rivas. 

Now checking inside, she saw there was a pair of outfits for both. "My dear husband was prepared…"

He lowered his gaze to her face and caught her lips carrying a pleasing smile. Lifting the edge of the towel, he saw her eyes sparkling and her smile broadened. He was aware, the one who was with him was his wife, his Cupcake. Not Aarvi Evans, who stays on high alert all the time. He was kind of happy to see her depending on him, unlike trying to take everything under her control.

Dipping his head, his nose grazed over hers, "Shouldn't I be updated with my mischief Cupcake?"

Aarvi giggled hearing him and he continued to dry her wet long hair, worried she might catch a cold if he was late.

"Do you know? When I was going out with my friends, I was becoming a little mommy of two." She couldn't believe Shawn and Dax were getting exhausted and making her drive back. "Well, those two would become gangsters for me if needed." They always supported, protected her boundlessly.

But with Aaron, she could be as careless as she could be, yet he would be prepared to take care of her. That's why she calls him a 'Dream' who she had never dared to dream of. 

That doesn't mean she doesn't love her friends, they had a major role in her life with her lovely brother.

Aaron shook his head in resignation. It was really surprising for him to see how Shawn, the typical rich playboy kid, could get along with wholly opposite personalities, Aarvi aka Ava Kelly and Dax. He was curious to know what struck them to be friends.

He was thinking where he could take her to change her dress when she stood on the rock, snatched the towel from his hand, placed it on his head, and started drying his hair, "Haven't you heard? You have to put on your own oxygen mask before you put on others."

Aaron: "..."

Aarvi grinned mischievously and recreated his move. Lifting the hem of the towel, she tilted her head, "If you catch a cold, who will warm my bed?"

Waiting Roach and the weeping man: "..."

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