They reached home in twenty minutes. The rain had let up for a moment. Nikaulas scooped her up and carried her to her room. The rain resumed pattering once they were inside.Angela could sense tension billowing from him. She couldn't understand why he troubled himslf so much. She had texted him that they would be back as soon as the rain let up. She sighed inwardly, he was a puzzle she could only hope to solve. Also, she didn't like the way he treated Theo. It wasn't like his car would have drowned if he had given him the lift. She made a mental note to ask her guards to pick Theo. The night was too chilly to be spent in a cold abandoned building. Nikaulas didn't bother to look her in the eyes. He was still mad. He set her in her bed and turned to leave when her hand shot out and curled around his wrist. The welcoming warmth of her palm radited into his cold skin. He halted and glanced down at her hand. Angela swallowed, not sure how he would take it. Keeping his eyes on their han
Nichelle was only 17 when her father introduced her to Zac, her new bodyguard. He was only 22 and so ravishingly handsome. The attraction was instant from both sides. Her sweet, bubbly nature made him enamored of her. However, despite his feelings for her, Zac resisted Nichelle for he was well aware of their class difference. She was a mafia princess and he was just an orphan bodyguard. But how long could he resist. One by one, Nichelle knocked down all his walls and before they knew it, they were uninhibitedly in love with each other. They got physical and Nichelle became pregnant only at 18. Her father was beyond enraged when he learned about them and fired Zac. Nichelle was devastated to know that his father had warned Zac against seeing her. She pleaded with her dad, mom, and brother to let her be with Zac but they didn't listen. In their opinion, Zac had manipulated her young mind so that he could get his hand on King's riches. When they refused to listen to her, Nichelle asked
After cruising, they went to a local diner that had the highest rating online. "This place is owned by an old couple. It is said they serve the best food in whole of Amsterdam," Theo explained as they walked towards the diner which was just around the corner. "Yeah! We have been there. The food is delicious but nobody goes there now as people prefers fancy restaurants around it," Chris remarked. They reached the diner in no time. Leah was thrown off once again. It was the same diner where she and Nik had dined after cruising. Her feet felt heavy and throat parched. She felt as if she was being exposed. Nikaulas too had a hard expression on. Oblivious to their situation, everyone sauntered inside the diner. As Chris had said, the diner was fairly empty. Only a couple of customers were there. There was nothing fancy about the diner, no attractive decoration but had a cozy vibe. There was one more thing that Angela liked a lot. The air was practically buzzing with sweet aroma of foo
Nikaulas pulled up into the driveway. Martha came out the moment she spotted car's flashlight and took Nichelle to her room whereas Nikaulas swooped Angela up into his arms. Angela's mind was hazy but she was still in her senses. She locked her arms around his neck but avoided his eyes. Nikaulas had figured she was doing it purposefully. She had been ignoring him since the cruise. And for some reason it was annoying the hell out of him. In brisk, long strides, he entered her room but instead of going for the bed he set her atop the wooden table. Angela was still comprehending when he parted her legs and lodged himself between them. Angela glanced up at him utterly confused. The woman opened her mouth to object but he forced it shut by grabbing her cheeks. He was done playing her stupid games. He wanted answers and now. "Why are you ignoring me?" he demanded. "I..I am not," she lied. His eyes narrowed. "Do not lie to me," he warned her in a tone that chilled her to her bo
"Leah Raeh Muller," she enunciated without moving her gaze from the ceiling, breaking him from his trance. Nikaulas, for the first time, found himself togue-tied. "I had always wondered who this Raeh is. This name was ingraved into my head ever since you.....," she paused and then lowered her eyes to meet his. "I wondered what does she have that I don't? What made you love her so hard? I wanted to know why you can't get over her even after everything and give us a chance?" her voice held no bitterness just pure cruel longing for this man who could not be his. He found no accusation, no resentment only sad yearning.There was only one question behind her every questions. Why can't he love her? What would she have to do to make him love her? Angela felt no bitterness for Leah either. It was not her who came between them. It was Angela who came between them.Her lips stretched into a weak smile and a tear tumbled down her eyes. "I can see why you fell for her. She is stunningly be
Nikaulas returned home to an empty hall. The sofa she used to sit on was without any trace of her. She wasn't there waiting like she always did. It shouldn't have affected him but it did. Ignoring the prickling disappointment, he climbed up the stairs.Two days went like this. He watched Angela from afar. She was laughing, smiling, talking to others like her usual self. It was difficult to reconcile her with the woman who had seemed so broken that night. But now he had learned to see through her facade. The woman occasionally smiled at him too but now her eyes didn't glitter with hopeless affection as they used to before that fateful night. It was then he realised how used to he had become to her special smile that she had only for him. For the first time, he was without a plan. He didn't know what to do next. She had offered to divorce him on her expense then why did he not take it? He should have been happy but instead he was caught by a sinking feeling. He was gritting his teeth
She pressed her eyes close at the feel of his thick icy fingers curling around her ankles. His touch felt like a wisp of wintry air in a chilly night. Unwelcoming but so powerful. His grip was firm and strong around her slender legs as he bent them up, sending her simple nightgown to her hips. With a gentle and steady force, he spread her legs wide. Tonight, she didn't put on make up or donned a pretty dress for him. She looked just the way she felt. A mess. Angela swallowed when a gush of cold air hit her bare core. She had already taken off her panties to save him efforts. She felt him shuffling closer until the sound of him unzipping his pants tore through the air. Not a second later, his large hands clutched her thighs to pull her hips towards him and then she felt the head of his cock pressed against her core. Her breathing deepened. The man she was in love with was going to claim her but it gave her no joy, not even remotely. What she felt was an ache in her heart because
Nikaulas chased her through the clouds of mist. Her beautiful white gown billowing and her long wavy tresses flying along in the air as she run ahead of him. Her sweet melodious laughter beckoning him towards her. Nikaulas reached for her, called after her but she continued to drift away. Whereas she seemed to be enjoying the chase, Nikaulas felt restless."Come here," he stretched his arm out to catch her but she eluded him in time, skillfuly. Her sweet laughter echoed once again, teasing him in the most cruel way. After what seemed like an eternity, she finaly stopped. Nikaulas paused too, breathing heavily. His eyes fixed on her as she slowly turned around allowing him a chance to marvel at her beauty. Her pretty face was glowing with a slow, mischevious smile. The wild tendril framing her face lovingly. The sparkle of her green eyes could put even the stars to shame. And those lips. There was nothing in this world he could compare them with. So juicy and soft. His heartbeat escala
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