Chapter 62

Elena’s POV:

“Nicklaus,”

I quickly turned around to see Nicklaus standing behind me. My eyes widened, and I was shocked.

His eyes were dark, and his jaw was clenched. I wondered how he found me here and how long he had been here.

I took a deep breath, and he walked up to us while smoking a cigarette. His eyes were fixed on Alex, and he spoke, “I don't know who you are, Mister, but you should know that this lady here is married."

“My apologies; I didn't intend to cross my boundaries,” Alex said calmly.

“Nicklaus, what are you doing here?” I asked, fixing my gaze on him.

“Trying to find your missing ass, but it turns out you are having a good time with some guy. I got my ass up in the street to look for you.” He spoke, his voice rising.

“Nicklaus, it's not what you think. I will explain everything on our way back,” I said.

“Don’t fucking bother about that. I know what I saw,” he said and walked away.

“Alex, I will see you some other time. I need to go now,” I said, walking away from him.

“Should I walk up?” he asked.

“No, please,” I said, following Nicklaus from behind. I got into the car and closed the door. The driver started moving.

I turned to Nicklaus; his eyes were fixed on the road. “Nicklaus, in sorry. I didn't mean to disappear just like that.”

“Who is he? Why were you with him the whole day?” he asked calmly as he puffed his cigarettes.

“He is a childhood friend. We bumped into each other, and we decided to catch up for some time when the paparazzi surrounded me, and he helped me hide.” I explained

“Why does he want to still hang out with you?” he asked

I became numb; I didn't know what to say at that moment.

“Can't you speak again?” He asked calmly, his eyes still fixed on the road.

“Did you both kiss?” he asked,

His question made me feel sick; I didn't want to answer his question. He kissed me on my neck, but I can't tell him.

“Kiss where?” I asked

“It's a yes or no question. Damn it,” he spat, his voice rising.

“No, we didn't kiss,” I said. I guess some things are better left unsaid.

He didn't say a word. After a short while, we arrived at the house, and the driver parked in front of the building.

Nicklaus broke the silence. “You are lying to me. I saw him kiss you on the neck,” he said. His face was blazing red with anger.

My jaw dropped, and I stuttered. “Nicklaus, please, there is a lot to explain,” I said.

“Do you always let men kiss you on the neck?” he asked.

“No, Nicklaus. It was a harmless kiss. I just bumped into him because I needed space away from this house, some time to think,” he said, trying to explain himself.

“Your space with another guy. I see,” he said, speaking and walking out of the car.

I got out of the car and followed him: “You left me alone for two weeks; I was here on my own. Nobody to console me.” I shouted, but Nicklaus just walked upstairs. I followed him into our bedroom and shut the door behind me.

“Just when I thought things would get better after we made love that night, you left,” I yelled, my voice trembling.

“Nicklaus!” I yelled.

“I cannot believe you will do that just when I leave for two weeks and you just lost my child,” he said.

“It wasn't my fault, Nicklaus,” I responded, my anger rising.

He walked up to me and fixed his eyes on me. His eyes lived down to my lips, and I couldn't help but stare back at him.

He quickly leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me hard, and I kissed him back too. The only kiss I ever wanted was his. I didn't feel anything when Alex kissed me on the neck, but I felt a spark as Nicklaus kissed me.

He cupped my face with his hands as the kiss intensified. I wanted more, so I kissed him too, with my hands on his shoulders.

He pushed me slowly against the wall and used his hands to caress my tit. I moaned softly as his hands reached my nipples. It felt so good that I didn't want him to stop.