Chapter No.6

Juliet Diaz:-

Two Weeks Later

"And, where do you think you are going?" came Nick's voice the moment I began to step out of the house dressed up in my office attire, ready to go for work. Now that I have healed, it's time to take my life back in control. I need to go back to work and find a cheap apartment in order to move out of Nicholas's place. 

"To work," I answered, turning around to face the magnificent man dressed up in a button-down white shirt and dress pants, holding his white coat and briefcase in his hand.

"Please, Nick. Don't argue with me on this. I need to go and work, or I will be fired." I pleaded, "I am done resting, and I feel better. All thanks to you, but I really need to go. I can't stay at your place forever. I have to work and find a place of my own."

For the last two weeks, Nicholas has been so kind and caring towards me, helped me out in any way possible, and as much as I hate to say this, we felt close. He didn't cross any line, as I knew he wouldn't due to my brother, and because he is an engaged man, which is why I need to step out before we both end up doing something we might regret doing once again.

Nicholas is a workaholic who is barely present at home. When he wasn't, he sent a private nurse to look after me, and when he was, he took care of me so I could heal faster. Every day, my brother would find a time to call me and ask Nicholas about my well-being and if I was recovering.

"Do you want me to call Zach and tell him that you are being stubborn again?" he demands in a firm tone as he steps closer to me and takes my laptop bag from my hand. I am still wearing a cast on my other one, as it hasn't fully healed, but now it is manageable.

"Besides, I am your doctor, and I didn't give you all clear, so you better take your sweet ass back inside before I throw you over my shoulder and lock you down in my bedroom so you can't escape." he threatens in a low and dangerous voice.

I gulped when I saw his heated gaze look at me from head to toe, with desire in his eyes as I wore a knee-length red skirt suit set with a V-neckline that showed a bit of my cleavage. Wait, out of all the rooms, why would he lock me in his bedroom?

"You won't dare." I spat, glaring at him. "I will go to work, and you will not stop me."

"Like I said, I will. Neither I nor your brother wants you to step out of the house or go to work until you are fully healed, and what do you mean by finding your own place? Am I kicking you out of here or forcing you to leave?" he asked in a disappointed and hurt tone. "You can stay over here as long as you want, Juliet. You don't need to go anywhere. Not until you have completely healed."

"Why can't you understand that I can't leave over here anymore?" I groaned as I spoke, this time in anger. "Can't you see I am ruining your personal life with my presence? Let's admit we can't stand each other. Most of the time in these last two weeks, we have done nothing but give one another a hard time and argue about everything."

"I do hope that what you are trying to say is that you are the one who has argued about everything and given me a hard time by being so damn stubborn, like you are being now when you know very well enough that you haven't fully healed. You are going to work only because you fear losing your job when you know that you don't need to work. You have got a fucking inheritance waiting for you in the bank account left by your parents.

You can always use that and start your own business. You are very talented, Jules. Why can't you understand that you are not born to be a slave? You are born to be a leader. Open your own firm or whatever you want, and do your magic. Make your own name. Why are you giving yourself such trouble when you can have everything?" he practically yelled in my face.

"Because not everyone gets to be a lucky man like you, Nick!" I snapped with tears in my eyes as I thought about the inheritance. "You inherited a throne by your filthy rich parents while they are alive. You have them, but you don't respect them while mine are dead. They died when I was twelve. I don't want to use the money that I received after their death.

Because it feels like I’m spending their lives away,  that money is not for me to live off. It is a symbol of all that I have had to let go of my life. Reminder of my parent's death and how my brother had to grow up fast for me. He sacrificed a lot for me, and we both refused to use that money. You might not know this, but I donated my shares of the money to the charity.

The orphan kids needed it more than me because I know how it feels like to be without parents. I tried to use it, Nick. I really did, but every single cent felt like that blood money, Nick. I couldn't use it. I just couldn't, so I donated it so those children can have a better life.” I grumbled out tearfully. 

"Juliet, I didn’t mean to—" he began to speak and reached out to hug me when I stepped back.

"It would be better if we keep our distance, Nick." I tell him, "You might be a coward to admit it, but I am not. I feel for you; I feel this sexual chemistry between us. I know you feel it, too; that is why I need to get out of here before we end up doing something you might regret again, especially now that you are engaged to Anica. I don't want to be the reason for ruining your relationship. You are supposed to marry her, so please understand and let me go."

"You really want to go?" he asked, his voice soft and husky now as he spoke.

"Yes... I need to go." I corrected, " I don't want to cause any problems and need to stand on my two feet. I have to gather my life back and move on."

"Then, I will let you go, but under one condition," he spoke, eyes fixed on mine as he leaned closer to my body. I took a step back until my back was against the door, and I was trapped with his body.

"Wha...What condition?" I asked, my lips trembling, breathing heavy, my knees feeling weak.

"Kiss me." he murmurs, "Kiss me now, Jules, and I will let you go."