Being in Chicago with Nikolas was just as wonderful as being in New York. As it was being in San Francisco, and then Atlanta, and then, after the United States, back in Europe, in Milan, Italy. Being anywhere with him had been wonderful… Anywhere at all! For as long as Nikolas wanted her.
And he did seem to want her! That was the amazing, fantastical thing! She had given up wondering at it, worrying about it. Time seemed to have stopped. Past and future seemed to have slipped away. There was only an endless, wonderful ‘now’ that swept her away on wings of wonder and delight. A ‘now’ that was focused only and entirely on Nikolas. The irresistible, gorgeous, sexy Nikolas.
Cheryl was helpless and could only give herself to him, time after time, night after night. His care of her, h
Nikolas brought his thoughts back to the present. In the meantime, he would enjoy taking her to ‘La Scala’ tomorrow night and enjoy even more seeing her in yet another exquisite evening gown.“Tomorrow,” he announced, “you must go and visit the boutiques on Via Montenapoleone. You’d find every single famous fashion designer shop there. Your mission will be to buy a gown suitable for the opera at the most important Italian opera houses.”“Really? Are we going to ‘La Scala’?” she exclaimed and, in her eyes, Nikolas could see pure joy.“Have you ever been there?” he asked.“Unfortunately, never… My father loved opera… A lot. This was one of his many dreams. He never saw it coming true,” she whispered and stopped. This was t
Still… while it did last, while Nikolas still desired her, how could she possibly walk away from all this… from him? What reason could she have for doing it? Nothing… absolutely nothing that could resemble to a good reason. The truth was she loved being with him, even if it was for a long or a short period of time because she was already… out of her mind in love with him. Later that night, as Cheryl was lying asleep in the embracing cradle of Nikolas’s strong and protective arms, she woke up from a nightmare. The tormenting notes of the opera’s music followed her in her sleep and Cheryl tried to calm herself down before waking Nikolas up. She gazed out into the darkness of the room. Around her, she could feel his arms, behind her the strong wall of his chest. She migh
Cheryl sat in her wide leather seat on Nikolas’s jet, gazing out of the window at the landscape far, far below. She was so relieved and happy... In her head, she could still hear Nikolas’s voice on the yacht, sounding almost curt. It had filled her with such dread. ‘Baby, there’s been a change of plan.’ Even as she’d heard the words, she had felt her heart stop beating. ‘This is it,’ Cheryl thought. ‘He is sending me away. Everything’s over…’ But it hadn’t been that at all. Instead, the change of plan had consisted not of sailing across the Tyrrhenian Sea to Sardinia, as Nikolas had originally told her, but flying to Paxos, a Greek Island.“It’s only for a couple of nights, Cher,
“Baby, I need your body in ways that you don’t understand…” Cheryl sucked in her breath sharply. Nikolas drew her against him and ducked his head to nuzzle her exposed throat and nibbled his way up the cord of her neck, then positioned his mouth directly above hers. His hard, long, hungry kiss left her weak and needy. She wrapped her arms around Nikolas’s neck for support, and for gratification curved her body against the front of his.“Hm, that feels good… You have no idea how much…” Cupping her hips, he pulled her tighter against him. Then he unfastened the single button on her dress and slipped his hands inside, covering her breasts. Nikolas took off her dress and gazed at her full breasts, filling and spilling over the lace cups of her demi-bra. Deep in his throat,
Cheryl had been swept away, borne off on a tide of longing and wonder and deep sensuality. She clung to Nikolas, hands pressing against his chest, her mouth moving beneath his. She could feel, hot and hectic, the pulse throb at her throat, feel her breasts swelling too, their tips hardening against his chest. When Nikolas released her, she was breathless, boneless. Cheryl could only gaze at him, eyes wide, lips parted, filled with desire for him… unstoppable, irresistible desire. ‘Oh, what are you doing to me, Nikolas? How can I feel like this?’ she seemed to say just by looking at him. The questions ran around in her mind, but Cheryl couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but drown in the feelings he awakened in her. More than feelings. Nikolas gave
Cheryl turned over on to her stomach, allowing her body to soak up the warmth of the sunshine as she laid on a padded sunbed in front of the beach house. She was on her own, and for once she was absolutely okay with it. Nikolas was away and, strangely, she was glad about it. She’d slept heavily, having taken some painkillers for the migraine that had started to grind around her temples after the grueling ordeal of the most disastrous dinner party in the history of mankind. The pills had knocked her out, and she’d been unaware that Nikolas had come to bed. Then, as the bright morning sunlight had pressed through the unsuitably ornate drapes of the bedroom, he had crawled down beside the bed and roused her by softly shaking her shoulder. “I have to go up to the villa, but I won’t be too long,”
The arrogant man’s blue piercing eyes stared right at her.“Oops… Niko didn’t tell you who the lady of the house was?” Slowly, Cheryl shook her head. A huge lump was forming in her throat, harder than the stone gripped in her cold hand. Nikolas’s brother said something in Greek. Even if she didn’t understand a single word, it didn’t sound too polite. He came towards her, and this time Cheryl didn’t back away defensively, didn’t get ready to heft her stone at him. She was blinking, the stone in her throat almost stopping her from breathing. Could it be true? Nikolas had taken her to dinner at his mother’s house and he didn’t tell her? But why? What was his reason for doing this?“Oh, sweet, naïve little girl&hel
While opening the bathroom door and seeing her on the floor, Nikolas felt a strange pain in his heart. He’d scooped Cheryl’s inert body up and carried her, as swiftly as he could, to a bed in a guest bedroom in his mother’s villa. Then he’d summoned a doctor, and after he had examined Cheryl, had asked him outright what was wrong. And the doctor had told him. The unexpected news blew him away, and Nikolas’s next question had been one that any man in his situation might ask. “How many weeks?” “It’s very recent. You did well call me right away. Many women miscarry and don’t even realize they were pregnant. But in this instance…” He stopped and looked Nikolas right in the eyes “Well… the miscarriage may yet have been avoided. I suggest Miss Richards continue to stay in bed. It is esse