Chapter 4 Fiery Kisses

Blakely’s POV

I was standing frozen in front of him after I opened the door. He roamed his eyes around as if looking for something and then satisfaction suddenly filled his eyes before he turned to me and smirked. The curve of his lips was very different from earlier. There was no filter anymore and he’s completely showing the evilness in his eyes unlike earlier that he’s trying to conceal them.

I was taken aback and forced to step back with the fear of having his body touch mine when he suddenly invited himself in and walked around as if he owns the apartment.

The breath I was trying so hard to hold in exploded as my eyes followed his movement.

“As expected, no one sees the diamond in you except for my parents,” he said and slowly faced. His smile was savage and I felt so small because of how he stared at me. “Your fiance left you alone here after the engagement party, huh? Such a pity.”

I gritted my teeth. He’s rude but my stubborn heart is refusing to hate him.

“What are you doing here, Nik? How did you find me?”

His brow shot up. “You got yourself a very talkative friend. Unluckily, I bit her lips. It was accidental though.”

Something rushed through my veins. It wasn't nervousness. It wasn't anger. Once again, it's jealousy.

“You shouldn't be here, Nik. Besides, I'm gonna go to bed now.”

He chuckled and dropped his body on the couch. He spread his legs apart and rested his elbows on the back of the couch while his eyes bore at me lazily. “This woman seemed to be acquainted with your fiance.”

I took a few steps closer and stared at the photo he’s showing me. He threw them on the coffee table in front of him as if those are filthy things trying to get in his palm. My lips parted when I saw two familiar people in the photo. One was the woman who made a mess earlier in the engagement party and the second was Stan, fervently kissing the woman.

Stan… Why is he…kissing that woman? Did he know her? But he didn't say anything. He even defended me from that woman and drove her away like she's a complete stranger to him. Turns out they have a thing.

“Kissing another woman on the night of the engagement party. Wow!” Nik exclaimed as he slowly clapped his hands and shook his head so slowly, staring back into my eyes as if waiting for some certain reaction from me. “I see that's your type of man, huh? I didn't know you're this open-minded.”

Rage filled my heart as I stared at the photo but then I remembered the situation of my engagement with Stan. It was just a business marriage. And the fact that it's Nik who's showing me the pictures is just ridiculous. I remembered how he mocked me and played with me. Now he wants to see me suffering.

I kept my expression straight as I looked at him calmly. “If you have nothing important to say, please leave. I’m tired, so I wanna rest.”

He let out a soft and savage chuckle. He pulled himself up and towered me like a predator. My heart raced but I didn’t show how he affects me. He shouldn’t see and realize that fact. It will become more complicated.

“Have you got no shame?” He narrowed his eyes on me. “This woman is obviously having an affair with your fiance, and yet he hid the truth and played with everyone. You’ve got no self-respect, huh?”

I breathed violently as my stupid heart insisted on mistaking his mocking for care. “Why are you doing this? Do you care for me, Nik?”

And yes, I’m so stupid for fantasizing that he actually cares. That he came here, showing me the pictures because he doesn't want me to marry a man like him.

His laughter broke like a roaring thunder and my heart ached in embarrassment. Why would he care? Of course, he doesn’t.

“And you have the guts to say that, huh?” The danger in his voice reminded me of the fact that we're in an enclosed space.

I swallowed hard. I stared back into his eyes, fighting the dominance of his stares, wanting to redeem myself. “This shouldn’t concern you, Nik. This is none of your business. I don’t care about that woman and such little things won’t be a problem as long as the benefits of this marriage remain.”

It’s the truth anyway. This marriage was pushed just for the benefits of both families. Papa is preparing to run for Congress and he needs Stan's family to support him. I am only doing this for Papa. To repay his kindness for taking me in and giving me the life my parents failed to give me.

I saw how fury filled his eyes as he advanced to me once. “You are really gonna do everything for your master, huh, you little obedient doll?”

“They are our parents…” I trailed, not wanting to see how he rebels against his own parents in any way because I feel like it's my fault.

He let out another hard chuckle as his jaw ticked. I was shocked when he suddenly held my waist and pulled me closer, slamming my body against his hard chest, swiftly awakening forbidden desires inside me.

“N-Nik…” I pressed my palm against his chest with the intention of pushing him away but the intensity of his stares was messing with my mind. Once again, I was unable to think straight. Only he can do this to me.

His head tilted a little. “I can also be a master you would never disobey, Blakely.”

“W-What—”

My eyes widened in fraction when his lips claimed mine in a fervent kiss. His tongue immediately invaded my mouth, doing wonders as he hugged my waist tighter, squeezing our bodies together. The taste of his lips created a collision inside me, nudging my sensibility as my subconscious asked for more.

His lips were so soft, so sensual, so sweet, so sinful. The piercing in his tongue made his kisses even hotter and I was slowly drowning into the forbidden turn of fantasy to reality when Rachel’s message earlier flashed in my mind.

I gathered all my strength and pushed him away before my right palm fled in the air and landed on his cheek, leaving marks. I slapped him. Yes! I slapped him not because he kissed me but because he kissed Rachel earlier. I feel like I’m fighting with my friend over a man who doesn’t even belong to any of us and it felt so absurd.

I took a step back as he caressed his cheek and slowly turned to me. His brow shot up as the corner of his lips rose into a vengeful smirk. “You changed so quickly. I can still remember how you rubbed yourself on me and how you begged for my kisses like a whore in heat. What changed you? Your fiance? My parents? You’re guilty?”

He started taking steps forward, causing me to step back, afraid of having our bodies touched again because I will certainly lose my mind again.

“Just leave, Nik!”

He slowly shook his head. “You shouldn’t feel guilty, Blakely. You already stripped naked five years ago. You already begged me to fck you. What’s there to feel guilty about? You’re scared your foster parents and your fiance will find out how dirty you are for lusting over your brother—”

I pushed his chest desperately. “It was a mistake! Last night was a mistake. Five years ago was a mistake. I was drunk five years ago and last night…I was drugged…”

His forehead creased as he stared into my eyes sharply.

I let out a frustrated sigh. “It just…You just happened to be there. Last night and five years ago. I didn’t have control over what I’m doing or saying, and I’m sure even if it’s not you, even if it’s Stan or someone else, I would still beg him to take me because it was the drug talking. It was a mistake, okay? I’m sorry…”

I was panting while staring back into his eyes. His expression was grim and I could feel his anger intensifying when I actually expected it to somehow diminish. I was barely standing on my feet because of the tension and because he’s making me so weak. The silence was even killing me and I feel like I’d lose my balance any minute from now.

Nik stared at me furiously as I stared back at him with eyes so lifeless. He didn’t say anything until he turned his back and left without a single word.

I sucked my breath and let my body fall on the sofa. I caressed my chest and squeezed my eyes closed, calming myself down. Being that close with Nik was nerve-wrecking. It took my strength away and now I feel exhausted.

Right! I should just Stan. I grabbed my phone and scrolled to look for Stan’s number but a call came in first and it’s mama.

The tension in my heart intensified as I answered the call, not wanting to make her wait because she hates it the most. I cleared my throat. “Hello, mama?”

[Blakely, where are you? Aren’t you in the hotel with Stan?]

I swallowed hard. “I-I’m in my apartment, mama. Stan had an emergency—”

[Then why was Nik in your apartment? It’s already so late! What did he do there?]

How am I supposed to tell her that Nik came here just to insult me. Or am I even supposed to say that?

I shook my head. “I don’t know, mama. He just…visited.”

[Are you sure? What did he do there?] The suspicion in her voice is making me so nervous. I feel like she’s thinking of something forbidden.

“H-He’s my brother, mama. He just probably wants to check my house.” It’s the only reason she could possibly accept and I’m currently mentally chanting she’d accept it.

[Okay. Go to bed and please, don’t open your door when it’s already late at night. Especially for men and not even for Nik.]

I don’t know what to say. I feel like she’s doubting my relationship with Nik, but why would she? Unless she noticed something earlier.

[Come over to the mansion tonight.] She said again even before I could answer.

Why? I wanted to ask because it’s bothering me but I don’t have the right to question anything. I was raised only to obey, not to question.

“Yes, mama… I’m sorry…”

It was the end of the conversation and although I’m somehow relieved that she accepted that as a reason, I’m still worried that she asked me to go to the mansion.