Chapter 14

Nicholus's POV:

I opened my eyes to find a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. Confused and dizzy, I pinched my eyes and blinked several times to get hold of my senses.

And then I groaned when the fragments of last night came rushing into my mind.

I was in my studio and what I was now staring at was actually the painting I drew last night after getting drunk. Fuck, did that mean I was truly and brutally cooked? I mean, I got high to forget about her and it seemed like she was the only one roaming around in my mind.

Sighing in disappointment, I got up from the couch and walked over to the painting. On its own accord, my hand lifted and my fingers grazed the swirls of caramel flowing in those eyes.

I was astonished to look at the details. How was it possible that I remembered her eyes so vividly? My fingers traced the specs of the dark brown I painted in her irises.

For a long time, I stared at the canvas with a mixture of chaotic thoughts. Why was fate playing a brutal gam