Leah did the final spin and then curtsied gracefully with a smile on her face. Nikaulas watched her with an impressed look."How was it?" Leah asked as she made her way towards him. Nikaulas raked her frame. She was donning her ballet dress. "Still the best," Nikaulas remarked as she settled on his lap. Leah locked her arms around his neck and pecked his lip. " Am I still your favorite ballerina?" she searched his eyes for the truth. "You've always been," Nikaulas combed his fingers through her pony tail. She was doing ballet on the stage when he had seen her for the first time. The way her lean body had flexed and bent had left him in awe. The attraction was instant from both the sides. But the incidents that followed next consolidated their feelings. "Coffee?" Leah asked. Nikaulas nodded in answer. Leah got up and went into the kitchen to make them coffee. Meanwhile, Nikaulas grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It was 7 PM already and they still had not returned.
Sweat slithered down the center of his toned abs as he struck the punching bag repeatedly. There was a burning ire in his eyes. He took a couple steps back gaze fixed on the bag, spun on his heels, and swung his leg at it, sending the bag to the ground. He wasn't satisfied yet. He craved more. More destruction, more chaos. The gangster was enraged. He was mad at himself for feeling that burning sensation in his heart when he smelled another man's scent on her. Wasn't it the plan? He should be happy to smell Theo's scent on her. It meant they were drawing closer. Then why did he feel like tearing Theo apart for it. Why this urge to gut him with his bullets. This is so fucking confusing. He brought Angela here so that Theo and Angela could come together. So that they could put an end to this useless marriage. Then why..why the fuck he is finding their closeness intolerable? This was fucking madness. It all happened after that damn kiss. That kiss from hell. The sweetness of her lip
Leah gasped in surprise when Nikaulas gave her the ring he had brought for her from Brazil. The ring had a shiny blue diamond encrusted on it. "Woww....Is it for me?" Leah asked as she snatched the ring from him, eyeing the ring with wonder. "Of course," Nikaulas answered, smiling. Leah slid the ring onto her middle finger and held it up for him to see, "How it looks?" "Beautiful," Nikaulas replied. Leah gave him a full-blown smile and threw her arms around him. "Thank you..I loved it," Leah gushed out while pulling him closer. Nikaulas wrapped his arms around her in response. Leah craned her neck and placed her lips on his. Nikaulas reciprocated. Bound and determined that he will not let a mere infatuation ruin his chance. Angela is a just a distraction whereas this woman in his arms is his endgame. He and Leah had spent their dark days together. She was there for him when he was at his lowest. Five years. The life has finally granted them a chance to get back together and h
"How is she?" she enquired, still reeling from the shock."The doctor has tended to her injury but she is still unconscious," Martha fretted. "I'll be there," saying that, Angela disconnected the call and made her way outside. She told Theo everything and he took her back to the house. The house was eerily silent. Ignoring the oppressive aura, she made her way towards Nichelle's room along with Theo. Her heart was thumping rapidly. Guilt squirming at the back of her head. She had promised Nikaulas that she will look after Nichelle. He must be very upset. As Martha had stated, Nichelle was still unconscious. Gauze was folded around her forehead, her arms also had survived some injuries. She was covered with a duvet from waist down so she couldn't figure if her legs were wounded too. Guilt washed over Angela.The woman sat beside her on the bed and touched her forehead. "How did it happen?' she asked no one in particular. "I am so sorry. You left her under my charge and I failed. S
After thanking the guard, she shifted her gaze tothe sacred building of church.Today was a special day.A year agoon this very day, she had ataste of bitter venom called guilt. Guilt is a heavy emotion. It weighs the bearer down. Likea barbed wire, itconstrictsone'sheart, mercilesslybitingand splitting it. The victim can't do anything but endure. Angela was enduring the pain for the last one year. On this day, she had lost her baby because of her recklessness.She had come to the church to pray for her lost child andfor seeking forgiveness. If only she had been more careful. She should have listened and waited for Carla instead of strolling intothe wet bathroomon her own. One slip and her life changed. The pain was nothing compared to the fear that had consumed her when she landed on her stomach.A tear slipped down her eyes as she reminisced that doomedday. Maybe it
Nikaulas knew better than to take people at their face value. More often than not, people with beautiful faces have hedious soul. The sweeter the person is, the sour their heart is. He had experienced it first hand. Snakes and rats are abundant in mafia. He didn't trust eyes either. Darkness is denser beneath a burning lamp, likewise bright sparkling eyes often have despair and gloom hiding behind them. It's just he never expected Angela to be one of them.His first impression of her wasn't really favorable. He thought her to be one of those girls who always have their head in the clouds. A silly girl who possessed a strange fascination for her dolls. But on their second meeting, he came to realise she wasn't as silly as he thought her to be. The stupid girl had grown to be a woman of keen intellect. Her statements spoke of her wisdom. She was both beauty and brain. It was a pity her disability ruined everything for her. He had expected her to reject the marriage proposal. But, it tur
Nikaulas blew out a cloud of smoke as gush of winds played with his hair. The stunning view from his office balcony was veiled in thick blanket of darkness. He wasn't here to indulge in nature's beauty, he was here because he needed a getaway.He was annoyed and angry. This resentment was festering inside him like a sore. Some balls that oldman have. After sacrificing both of his children for his own interest, he says he cares for them. Nikaulas snorted in derision. Like hell he cares. He could forgive him for what he did to him but not for what he did to Nichelle. His little sister who deserved to live like a princess but was rotting away inside one room. If only that bald idiot had listened to him, Nichelle would not be in this state. "What got you thinking so hard that you didn't hear me coming?" a feminine voice broke him away from his thought. He turned to see Angela looking up at him. His brows drew closer in disapproval. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he raged, not at a
The shift in his behaviour confused her. And then he caught her completely off guard by pressing his lips against the base of her neck, sending her heart into overdrive. She was slipping away. "Wha..what are you doing?" she forced the words out. In response he started peppering kisses up her neck, unleashing thousands butterflies in her stomach. " Rewarding you. Just what you wanted," he breathed hoarsely between the kisses. She gulped and shook her head. He didn't stop but continued to assault her delicate slope with his mouth. His hand holding her in place. "No," she crowed out and clenched her fists. His lips were inciting sparks everywhere they touched. They stimulated her insides and left her wanting more. Just like she had imagined, his lips felt heavenly good against her skin. "You lie," he held her nape in a tight grip and bit her hard right below her jaw. It was her punishment for lying. "Aahh," she struggled and moaned as his canine dug mercilessly into her d
Angela sighed out and got to her feet. A smile touched her lips when she felt no stinging pain in her legs. The reminder was delightful. Her legs were no more wobbly. They could carry her weight now for as long as she want them to be. She could walk miles now without the fear of falling. She was still getting used to it though. A month had passed since her surgery. Even though it included risks which made Nick wary, she had no second thought. She wanted to walk down the aisle for him on her own feet. She looked over at herself in the mirror. Her face was chubbier and her belly was a little protruded. Her breasts had grown twice over, her hips had broadened. She had gained quite a weight during her pregnancy, all thanks to Nick and his obsession with having her fed and full all the time. She held the underside of her tummy and scrunched her nose. She was looking like a fancy potato covered in white gown. "How do I look?" Ginger sashayed in through the door. Angela looked over at her
Finally came the day when he had recovered enough to return home. Nick recovered speedily after that. Everything was going smoothly until one day Nick caught Stefan and Nichelle together, Kissing. The amount of fury he felt was destructive. He beat the poor guy almost to his death. Nichelle was aghast. She pleaded with him to let him go but Nick wasn't in his senses. Angela rushed over after hearing the noise and asked Nick to stop. Nick was possessed by the devil himself as he kept on hitting Stefan. Nichelle ran over to Angela and implored her to make Nick stop. Nick did stop a few minutes later. He glared hard at brutally beaten Stefan before storming off from their. He couldn't believe his best man of 10 years was taking advantage of his sister. Angela picked on the warning in the air as she entered their room. Nick was sitting on the edge of their bed, , breathing heavily. He was gripping the edge of bed as if he would tear it off any moment now. "You almost killed him," A
Angela called his family shortly after. Nick had to stay in he hospital for some days as his wound were quite grave. Angela took the responsibility of looking after him. Nick didn't take revenge from Nate and asked his dad to not get into it. This was the second time he let go of Serranos for hurting him only for Angela.A few days passed, Nick had recovered to some extent but not wholly. His wounds were still fresh. The night had dawned. Visitors had left half an hour ago. Angela was perched on the sofa attending a video conference with her staff. Unknown to her, Nick was staring at her fixedly from his bed. Once she was done with the conference, she turned in his direction and smiled at him. Nick lost in his own thoughts, didn't return her smile. Angela got to her feer and made her way towards him. Just then the door opened and nurse entered carrying a tray of food. Angela took the plate from her and offered her a smile. "Your food," Angela set the plate on the stand beside her b
Angela struck her palm across Nate's cheek. The smacking sound pierced through the still air. She couldn't believe it. He tried to kill Nick."Why did you do this?" Angela fumed angrily. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wide. Nate had never seen her this angry. She was shaking in rage. "You...do you realise what you have done, Nate?" her voice cracking as she demanded. Tears continued to run down her cheeks. Her chest felt hollow. Nate kept his head down, his jaw flexing. "He deserved it for hurting you," Nate answered back. Nobody can get away after hurting A Serrano. Angela let him go. He had atleast expected his dad to do something about it but he also let it go.Anger poured through Angela. " And who the...who are you to punish him, Nate? You wanted to hurt him? You have hurt me by doing this. I will never forgive you if anything happened to him. Never," the words came right out of her heart. She was frantic with panic. Hopeless. Nate's gaze snapped up to meet her eyes. The fact t
He owned the whole of Germany and held remarkable power all over the world. Money, power, fame, women, they followed him like magnet everywhere he went. He was, arguably, one of the richest men to walk on earth who has everything. Everything. But it was today he felt like he really has everything when he squeezed her closer to his chest. With his eyes still closed, he laid small kisses across the back of her ear. Her presence bringing him a rare kind of happiness. Damn! he had to work his ass off to get this beauty back but it all paid off in the end. She was right here and he felt satisfied. For the first time he was content with what he had. If someone asked him to spend all his life spooning her like this he would do it gladly. She was sound asleep. Tired to her bones. His fingerprints and lovebites were all over her milky-white skin. He had marked her good. It was an erotic sight. And he was hard again. In the wee hours, his cock stretched to its full size, begging for attention.
Her throbbing lips parted from his as she inclined her face heavenward, arching out the sexy curve of her neck to his face. Nick raised his smoldering gaze to her beautiful face. Her eyes were half-closed, her drenched hair sticking to her face, her mouth slightly parted. Her breathing slow and sensual, her lips glossy and softened by their kiss. His throat bobbed. He was blown away. She was a sight. A dangerous fucking sight. Raw passion rushed through his veins, setting his insides on fire. He clamped down hard on her throat. His teeth dug into her delicate skin, eliciting a whimper from her. He felt the monster in his pants twitch. "You going to be the death of me," he growled lowly while peppering soft kisses up the curvature of her neck, leaving a slew of angry red love bites behind. Angela's hold on his shirt grew firmer, her breathing more ragged. She felt his cock pressing against her core. Her pussy throbbed for it. While devouring her neck, Nick pinched the hem of her dre
Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her head was tucked between her knees. Nick stalked towarsd her. "Angel," he bent and touched her shoulder to gain her attention. Angela glanced up at him. Her eyes were red and swollen. She was crying. He looked into her large sad eyes and felt his own heart twisting in pain. "What's wrong?" he questioned, with his brows knitted close. Angela just stared at him. "Did you know?" he had to lean closer to hear her over the booming thunder. Her voice was hoarse due to not speaking for hours. "What I knew?" he asked, not understanding what she meant. A tear rolled down her cheek before she spoke her next words. The sadness in her eyes turned into grief. "That I can't be pregnant again," she replied as another tear slipped down. Nick froze. She stared at him anticipatedly but he had no reply to this. "Answer me," she urged him."It's raining hard. We should get back home," He said instead while putting his arms around her and lifting her u
"....No, only red rose petals....I want everything perfect.....Any mistake and there will be a bullet between your eyes," he warned the event manager in his usual calm but dangerous voice. More often than not his tone was enough to make people piss in their pants and he wasn't shy to take advantage of it. He hung up after spitting the instructions to the manager for their date night. He was looking over every tiny detail of arrangements. He was going to make it an unforgettable night for her. If he managed to give her even a fraction of happiness that she had given him yesterday then he would consider it a success. Nick was ecstatic. Overjoyed. She had finally agreed to give them a chance. He couldn't wait for the day to end. The time was slower than usual today. He glanced at his wristwatch and sighed. Only an hour had passed since he had stepped into the office. If only time was a person. He would have threatened him into speeding the fuck up up. He grabbed his phone and scrolled t
Angela returned home late. She opened her apartment's door and got in. Her eyes collided with Nick's causing her to halt. He was sitting on the couch, his broad shoulders bowed like a predator. His features were rigid, jaw set, and eyes glaring. He was angry. Angela felt a chill crawl up her spine. But she ignored it and started towards her room. This wasn't the right time to talk. "Where were you?" he demanded in a calm but dangerous tone making Angela pause. "None of your business," she answered without bothering to spare him a glance. In two strides, Nick was towering over her. "What's wrong?" his tone changed from rage to concern when he caught on her dull expression. When she didn't reply, he kneeled in front of her and lifted her face with his forefinger. His gaze roamed her features, observing. "You cried," he noted with a frown. Angela turned away. " I am tired. I want to sleep," she dodged his question and tried to move around him. Nick stopped her by gripping h