Heal Me

Chapter 27

"I will kill this bastard." I run into the staff room and just huff and puff with anger.

"He again?" asks Danylo and comes closer.

"Again?" I ask. "It did not stop."

In one of the VIP-rooms, someone has taken up residence, and thinks that he can feed everyone here and treat us as his own slaves. Is this a strip club or something?

The fact that he accidentally touched me all these days I could dismiss, but today he brazenly grabbed my hand and hugged me to his body already crossed all limits.

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

"I don't think that it will benefit you if it says fought with a patient in your file."

"No, darling, I won't fight with him." Danylo puts his hands on my shoulders and looks straight into my eyes." I will beat him. "A wide smile spreads on his face.

"No need," I groan. "I'll figure it out myself, I'll say that I'm not going to take care of him anymore."

"If he even touches you with a finger, then..."

"Okay, that's enough Superman, better tell me how you're doing?" "Good, but there is something better," he winks and smiles.

"What?" I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms over my chest.

"You, me," he points to us one by one, "many friends and music."

"Oh," I moan, "a party is probably the last thing I want."

"All our friends will be there."

"And you are going? What about Zlata?"

"She wants to be alone and doesn't mind me having a little fun. Will you keep me company?"

"I don't know," I say tiredly.

"Amelia," he comes closer to me, "allow yourself to rest a little."

"The last time I allowed myself to rest a little, they slipped something in my drink and if Sebastian wasn't there, I don't know where I would be now."

"You didn't tell me this," Danylo frowns.

"You still don't know much about my past life," I smile.

"But now I will be next to you and watch everything."

"Okay," I give up. "But not for long."

"We agreed, I will pick you up at nine o'clock," Danylo smiles and goes to Mr. Jonson's office.

I don't even want to think about how many rules of the girl code I've broken right now.

● Do not hang out with men who have a girlfriend (especially a wife).

● Do not go to parties with married man.

● Do not get drunk next to a man whose wife is waiting at home.

● Don't get drunk next to Danylo, who got married a week ago, and I took pictures with his wife at the wedding.

I belong to hell.

I leave the room and go to the reception.

Timur's smug smile spreads across his face. I'm smiling too, but I want to punch him for it.

"Don't you dare," I warn.

"I am silent," he puts his hands up.

"Yeah."

"And why doesn’t Superman rush to save our princess?" Asshole.

"You were eavesdropping."

"No! You two are talking so loud that even if I cover my ears, I can hear everything. You need to sleep and finally calm this tension between you two."

"Danylo has a wife, if you forgot."

"Zlata? Nothing will happen to her."

"And I see, you are not a big fan of the newly created family."

"I am not a big fan of Zlata. No, I'm probably her biggest hater," laughs Timur.

"And why?"

"Why? I don't trust this damn viper. When the child is born, I will again remind Danylo to take a DNA test."

"Uh, well, you're terrible."

"I'm just honest," Timur shrugs. "And Danylo is my best friend. I would do anything for him. Oh, just don't tell him I said that. "

I like working next to Timur. After Danylo, he is my only friend here.

I run my hand through my hair. Five hours left until the end of the shift. And in five hours I will be sitting next to Danylo at the party.

At what point did my life turn in the wrong direction?

"What would you choose, to be left without a hand or without the Internet?"

Timur is taking coffee with Danylo, and I am waiting for my tea.

"What?" I ask.

"Without a hand. One hundred percent. " At the same moment, Danylo says.

"I agree." Timur gives Danylo five.

"How can you two be so terrible? It’s your hand."

"Amelia, imagine that tomorrow you have an exam, then you either need to look for the library and spend several hours to find the necessary information, or you need to Google it."

"Yes, without a hand." I say, and the boys start laughing.

"Well, next question. Spend a day in a dumpster and get a million for it, or refuse."

"Refuse," I say, and at the same time Danylo tells us that he will spend the day in the garbage.

Timur starts to laugh loudly, and I look at Danylo questioningly.

"What? " He shrugs. "I am a poor student."

"Do all poor students have a father who owns the largest law firm? Was it distributed somewhere at the fair?" I take my tea in my hands, and we go to the table.

"That's the point, dude. But I’m still a poor student."

"With an apartment in the centre of Kyiv," adds Timur.

"And an expensive car," I laugh.

"And with a watch worth thirty thousand dollars."

"It was a gift from Zlata," Danylo tries to defend himself, but we continue to laugh.

"Okay, the last one. If you were given the choice of taking three million dollars and your friend dying or being left without money." "Sorry, Boyko. But today you have to die." Says Danylo.

"You're going to let me die for three million dollars?"

"Of course not. It's all a joke. I will kill you even without money."

At such moments, I realise that I’m happy. In the moments when we sit together in the cafeteria, Danylo laughs loudly and barely keeps his balance on the chair, Timur tells jokes, and I look at them and warmth spreads inside my body.

***

I look at myself in the mirror again. Long brown hair in a high ponytail. A little evening make-up. Leather shorts and a black top, with a black jacket on. I like it.

Someone knocks on the door and I immediately guess who it is.

"I'm going," I shout.

I take my purse, phone, perfume and open the door.

Danylo freezes.

"You are beautiful," he clears his throat.

"Thanks."

And you are so handsome, Danylo.

I like his black t-shirt and black jeans.

And now I'm thinking about what suits him better: shirts or t-shirts.

We leave the dorm and get into a perfectly black Mercedes-Benz GClass.

"I like your car. Perfectly fits the title of poor student".

Danylo looks at me and smiles.

"My grandparents gave me a car for my birthday. In all other cases, I am a poor student who earns his living by doing an internship in a private clinic."

"So who will get your father's company? If you still decided that you will not be a lawyer."

"I don't care who will be the next owner, Ami." "Of course," I nod and purse my lips.

I like watching Danylo drive a car. He is confident, it’s felt everywhere. The way he sits, the way he holds the steering wheel, the way he looks. All this radiates confidence.

"Where are we going?"

"To the club."

"I thought we were going to a party at someone's house, as usual."

"Of course, I can hang out at houses, but I prefer to be with my friends in the club."

"I hope my friends will be there," I hate feeling like a stranger.

"Oh, don't worry, Amelia, they will," Danylo smiles and I exhale.

I think again about the fact that Zlata is now alone at home. I wonder what it's like to be pregnant sitting at home and waiting for your husband who is having fun in a club. Although, of course, Danylo doesn't do anything like that, he doesn't drink and behaves decently, but still...

"I think you have some problems with Zlata lately?"

"You think?" he asks without any emotion, without taking his eyes off the road.

"She is now alone at home, while you are at the club."

"Amelia, I would never leave my wife alone at home if she didn't want it."

"So everything is okay?" I really care about them, I want Danylo to be happy.

"Yes, darling, why are you asking?"

"I worry about you," I honestly answer.

"I’m glad that I have such a sincere friend," he laughs and stops at a traffic light.

Yes, Danylo. Sincere friend. This is exactly the description of me. I need to change my Instagram status to sincere friend, I will sincerely fall in love with you.

We drive up to the club. Danylo says something to the security, and they let us through. He goes upstairs and I follow him.

We are taken to the VIP area and I start to worry more and more. It's definitely not the club party I imagined. This is one of the most expensive private clubs in the city. Only millionaires go here. Or billionaires.

"Ami," exclaims Adele and runs to hug me.

The smoke from the hookah is unbearable, it feels like a thick fog has covered the entire area.

Danylo greets his friends, some of whom I know, and some of whom I am seeing for the first time. We all get to know each other and sit down.

"And where are the others?"

"They will come now," shouts Adele in my ear and sips a cocktail.

I nod.

"What do you want to drink?" Danylo sits down next to me and whispers in my ear, and his hand touches my back.

I freeze. In clubs or at parties, I always watch what I drink myself, or trust only my close friends. I know what happens in clubs, I know that the girls are always given something, and men are taking advantage of them.

"Probably only juice."

He laughs, it makes his dimples appear again.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, no one will hurt you, and I'll take you home exactly at twelve o'clock, Cinderella," he continues to whisper in my ear. "You can do whatever you want, and I will control."

"Will you drink?"

"You know that I don't drink, especially when I'm driving." "I definitely saw you drunk a few weeks ago," I remind him.

"It was a mistake," he frowns.

"Then I will have some kind of cocktail, but not very alcoholic."

"It will be done, mon amour," Danylo said in his perfect French accent and gets up from his seat.

The way Danylo behaves makes me trust him. I am sure that he will never hurt me.

The guys lying on the sofa seem to have lost the ability to orient themselves in space.

They seem to be looking somewhere, but they don't seem to see anything. The girls, who will now merge with them, sitting so close, do not look better.

"So there’s nothing going on between you two?" Timur suddenly appears next to me.

"God, you scared me."

"What are you doing here?"

"The same reason as you. Hanging out."

"Uh-huh." Timur’s smile spreads across his face.

"Dude, get away from her," says Bondar.

I smile.

"We were just talking."

"Go talk to someone else. Here's your cocktail." Bondar hands me the cocktail and I thank him.

I like the taste. "Is this a coconut?" "Yes," he nods.

"I like it," I smile.

"I am glad."

"I am glad." Timur repeats after him. "You two are so cute, it makes me sick."

"Then go and fuck someone and don't bother us."

"You're right, man. I haven't slept with anyone for two days. Shit, maybe I'm ill?"

"Maybe. Just stay away from me," Danylo laughs and talks to me again.

"I like being here. How often do you come here?"

"Not very often. Usually, I don't have time for this, and if I do appear here, I feel like an older brother who watches over everyone and drives around the houses."

"Why don't you drink?"

"The last time I drank, I got into an accident," Danylo says quietly, lowering his head, he looks at his hands, as if there is some hint of what to say next. "Timur and I got terribly drunk, and I did not get behind the wheel, but he sat down, I could not stop him and decided that it would be better to be next to him and control the situation, but I couldn’t."

"Terrible, were you badly hurt?"

"No," Danylo takes a deep breath.

"Good, you didn't leave Timur alone, but it was dangerous."

"I know. It will never happen again. I'm trying to be better after what happened."

You are already one of the best people I know.

Of course, these words do not leave my lips, and never will do. I don’t want to get Danylo involved in something that is doomed from the start.

I turn my head and look at the couple not far from us. I never thought that people could kiss so mercilessly.

"She will eat him now," I laugh and lean towards Danylo.

"A little more and you will fuck on the table," Danylo shouts.

"Dude, if that's what you want," KJ turns away from the blonde with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Oh no, you better keep your balls away from me."

"Your loss."

"I saw everything there, believe me KJ, I didn't lose much," Danylo crosses his arms on his chest, but the pose in which he sits is relaxed.

This is his territory. He feels free here.

Although, it seems, any territory that is in Danylo's field of vision immediately belongs to him. And I don't like that he has too much of Amelia in his sights lately.

"Hey," KJ shouts to us, "don't listen to him, he's just jealous."

I dive into Danylo's shoulder to hold back my laughter. He smells nice. If there was a male smell then the aroma would certainly be taken from the sweat of Danylo's skin.

"Baby, dance with me." Timur pulls me by the hands and onto the dance floor. I almost resist, but then decide to dance. Some fast song comes on and Timur and I break into a dance. He spins me around, pulls me close, and lets me go. We are laughing. And for the first time in a long time I’m having fun. Around the third song, we were almost out of breath from dancing, I stopped to catch my breath.

"Do you want to dance with me?" Danylo quietly asks me and puts his hand on my body.

I have enough alcohol to shout yes and too little restraint to say no. But I can't refuse him.

The DJ turns on some slow dance music.

Couples immediately find each other, and I don't even notice that I'm already in Danylo's arms.

His head is tilted towards me, my head almost touching his cheek, I can feel the heat coming from his body.

"Do you know this song?" he whispers.

"No," I answer honestly.

"It was my mother's favourite song, Stuck on you by Lionel Richie," he says quietly. "She used to sing it all the time, calling me darling. She always said, remember darley, no matter what happens, I will always love you."

He looks so innocent now. So calm. And I feel it too. He gives me this peace, fills me with new life. His brown eyes study my face with such interest as if they had never seen me before.

And we are dancing. We are dancing until the whole universe ceases to exist for us. Two friends who would never want to be friends.