Chapter-6 Complicated girl.

"Do you even know how to treat someone's wounds?" Mr. Volkov asked Aaliyah as she opened the medicine box, and Aaliyah couldn't help but roll her eyes internally.

"Of course, I am not exactly a professional here, but since you are so adamant about going to the hospital. This has to do," She looked at the antiseptic in her hands before looking at Mr. Volkov.

How does she tell him now? His shirt won't be able to fold because of how fitted it was. He will have to remove his shirt for her to treat the wound. But asking him to remove it would be wrong in so many ways.

And the mere thought of seeing him shirtless was so appealing that Aaliyah wondered if she could maintain her facade of the sweet-innocent student.

As if Volkov understood the dilemma of the girl who was sitting in front of him with a concentrated look on her face, he unbuttoned his buttons unhurriedly, all the while his gaze focussed on Aaliyah's face, who looked away to give him some privacy, the blush on her face more than evident to Volkov.

"Uhh, you can use a towel or something to hide your chest while I treat your wound," Aaliyah stood from the couch and was about to bring the cloth that was gently folded on the kitchen entrance when Volkov held her hand, stopping her altogether.

"I hate to mess things up. I won't want my blood on any more clothes than it already is," Volkov said, tilting his head to look at the girl's expression.

Honestly, he has never been so interested in watching a movie as he was interested in watching Aaliyah. The frequency at which her expression changed in a second is commendable, and he can't help but want to keep looking at them because of how funny it looked.

Stupid guy. You are more worried about messing up a towel than showing your chest to your student. Is he deliberately seducing her, or what? Aaliyah thought before sighing and nodding as she did her best to avoid looking at the eight boxes on Volkov's abdomen.

They were so prominent that there was no way she was calling them abs. Just how much does this man workout for them to look like this? She thought before shaking her head when she realized she was getting distracted again, and Volkov enjoyed her distraction.

No matter from what angle he looks at things, he still can't believe she is the same girl who fought and shot those gangsters in the alley. It felt like she had a split personality.

Looking at her so concentrated on his wounds, Volkov felt like itching his hands and cupping her cheeks to ask her what she went through in the past to be like what she was today.

"I am sorry you had to get entangled in this because of me. This was the first time something like this happened," Aaliyah struck up a conversation bringing him out of his desires, and when Volkov didn't say anything, she continued.

"My aunt has arrived in the city today. If my mom came to know about what happened at the club or that I went there, she would stop me from meeting my aunt. So uh --" Aaliyah looked at Volkov hopefully to make him understand what she wanted.

Given the record of what a snitch people around here are, she was afraid he would turn into someone like Maria and call her mother the moment she left and tell her what happened. She was grounded for a week just because she punched a customer at the cafe. If her mom came to know she held a gun in her hand, not only will she have a heart attack, she might actually apply for leaving the city again.

Getting on her mother's angry side was the last thing Aaliyah wanted right now when her aunt had just arrived. She wanted a little fun and not to get grounded the very first day.

"Don't worry about it. I won't call or tell her anything if that's what you are worried about. I might look strict, but I am not the kind who would talk about my students to their parents until it’s too severe. Besides, it’s not even your fault," Volkov said, and Aaliyah clapped her hands with relief before her eyes met Volkov, who was glaring at her.

‘It’s because I would never want you to get into trouble because of me,’ Volkov controlled his thoughts, looking at the girl amused, his gaze obsessed and infatuated.

"Ohh, right. I was treating your wound, haha," she laughed awkwardly.

"I have cleaned the blood around the wound. It's going to hurt a little. You can hold on to my hand if you want," Aaliyah gently spoke to him in a way that her mom speaks to her whenever she is wounded.

She had said those words meaninglessly. What she didn't know was the effect they had on Volkov.

This was probably the first time apart from his mother since he was three years old that someone cared about his pain. The last time his mother treated him was when he was three. Since then, their father didn't allow anyone to treat him. According to him, a man should know how to deal with his pain.

"Done," Aaliyah said, and Volkov looked at the place where his wound was, neatly wrapped in bandages, before he looked at the corner of her lips that had dried blood.

Damn it. She got wounded in his presence. His target was to keep her safe and win her trust before he could make his next move, and here he was, getting saved by her. Volkov sighed at himself.

"You are quite wounded too. Let me treat you," Volkov took the cotton bud to clean the wound.

He gently grabbed her chin, looking directly into her eyes, their faces only a few inches apart.

"Thank you, but I can do it myself. I don't like people touching my face," Aaliyah looked away, feeling uncomfortable.

There was nothing wrong with him touching her face. In fact, she wouldn’t mind if he would touch any other place, too, but she didn’t know if she trusted herself that much, but Volkov, who thought she was saying this to avoid him, raised his brows at her before gripping her chin.

“Just think of it as a doctor touching your face. Are you having naughty thoughts about my touch, Aaliyah?” Volkov teased, and Aaliyah hummed slightly before widening her eyes and looking away, annoyed that he was reading her.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Aaliyah looked at Volkov in embarrassment, who merely looked at her in amusement.

The fu*king stomach! Why did he have to rumble and make her more embarrassed than she already was? Aaliyah sighed before she looked at Volkov.

"I am not maimed, Mr. Volkov. I will survive. Don’t worry about it. I will get this treated at home. My mom must be worrying about me, anyway. Meet you in school. Till then," Aaliyah quickly stood from her place, clumsily wearing her sandals as she dashed out of the house, making Volkov tilt his head as he looked at where she was sitting.

He knew he should've gone behind her, but he wasn't a pushover. Volkov thought before he remembered the gangsters who had attacked them. He knew they were not there because Aaliyah beat one of their brothers.

They were there for him.

After telling Shane everything, he fell on his couch, his cat sitting close to him, not doing anything as if she knew his master didn't want any disturbance.

"Bro, wassup? Haha… I heard a drifting rumor. Did a girl save you? Are your dreams finally coming true? Have you found your true love?" Bryce walked inside the house, barely controlling his giggle.

"Man, that looks painful. So how did you encounter them? And what the hell were you doing alone downstairs even after knowing the gangsters were there?" Bryce looked at his friend patiently before sighing when he didn't get any kind of reaction from him.

"Who was that girl? Is she okay?" Bryce changed his tone, and as he had expected, his friend finally sighed.

"My student," Volkov didn't explain further.

"Your student? You mean to say the girl who fought with you and kind of saved your ass from getting exposed unintentionally is some 18-19-year-old teenager?" Bryce looked bewildered, and Volkov rolled his eyes before going to his balcony, where he had a punching bag hanging.

"Brother, you are not exactly thinking about boxing with that hand, right? Have you forgotten that you are a teacher now? You need to maintain this identity to cover your profession. How are you going to explain your wounds to your students if you are going to go barehanded?" Bryce reasoned, and Volkov leaned his body on the railing.

"Do you think this girl may have a split personality disorder? She is always so tamed and jolly in school. It shocked me when she picked a gun without a hint of fear in her eyes and shot their legs," Volkov took some roasted cashews from the plate he always keeps there for his cravings.

"What is this? Are you falling for your students, Volkov? Don't tell me she is the same one," Bryce joked, and Volkov looked away.

"It’s indeed her. The one I am here for. When I met her for the first time, I didn’t know anything about her. Following her here was a decision taken on a whim. I am intrigued by her because if she is something else than what she is showing, it would be a problem for me, and you know I hate messy situations.

Today I was lucky because she had a feud with one of them, or I was nearly exposed. And that’s not even the thing that bothers me. I am bothered by her. The more I spend my time with her, the more likable she becomes. " Volkov played with his ring finger, and Bryce nodded.

"You had asked about her, hadn’t you? Shane looked into it. We have no news about her father. Her mother is a doctor, Her elder sister is a model and designer, and her brother is a real estate business owner. And though the chances are low, she might be a Cop's daughter.

The aunt she came with is a high-profile cop," Bryce said, making Volkov close his eyes.

A cop daughter? Seriously? The first time a girl intrigues him, she turns out to be someone from his enemy’s side. Great! Just f*cking great!