Chapter 42: Chapter: 42

NICKLAUS

I watched Andrea's pale face in her corner of the car. She was fucking terrified. I remember the look on her face when she saw Richard.

I thought she was going to pass out, she did vomit though. I'd meant to show her what happens to my enemies so that she wouldn't make the same mistakes.

I wanted her to know there are worse things than being starved for two days. For her sake, I hope she understands that I'm not one to bluff. When I say I would do something, I fucking do it. I would hate to end her, but I would if she tries to mess with me.

Willingly or not, she's part of my world now. She'd made the choice when she decided to waltz into my already chaotic life and play in a game she had no knowledge of or the rules.

Though I'd lie about keeping her for six months, I don't believe I would keep her for that long. I get bored easily.

But I'd already been hooked. I'm addicted to her tight, sweet cunt. My cock jerks and pulses with remembrance. She has the tightest pussy ever, silky soft and hot, and when she cums, those sexy noises she makes when she's at the very precipice.

The way her walls clenched around my hardened cock makes me craze and light-headed with lust.

She fit me so perfectly that I suspect it would take a while before I tired of her. She's different, I know that.

I'm going to use her in every way possible; she had unwittingly joined a game that could very much cost her her very life. I can't do anything about that, although I feel regretful, but Andrea McCain had sealed her fate when she gave herself to me.

She's fucking mine even if she looks at me as if I were the devil. Even if I couldn't keep her.

When we arrived at the penthouse, we'd used the private elevator, not wanting to bump into my employees, who might also recognize Andrea.

I still haven't decided how to handle her. The contract was a start. I knew I couldn't keep her locked up for much longer. I'm sure she understands her situation. Andrea was so quiet and withdrawn that I decided to let her be.

Besides, I have something to do before I leave for my trip to Chicago, which might take a few days before I am back. With me, it is always business before pleasure. At least it used to be. Andrea's coming into my life is distracting as hell. I just need to remember my priority.

ANDREA

I was curled up on the sofa, watching a documentary about tigers that reminded me slightly of Nick, with their merciless eyes, and I was munching on the extra-buttered popcorn specialty of Marta, Nick’s housemaid.

She's been trying to fatten me up since I got here days ago. With delicious food left for me on the table in the mornings and noons, at night I make myself dinner from the food available in his kitchen or eat leftovers from what Marta had cooked. I hadn't been able to eat much of anything.

I'd had no appetite; I don't know how my life has gotten into this mess. Wait, I know. I was stupid, that's why. Now I'm owned like a property by the coldest, most ruthless fucker in New York. One of the top ten richest men in the US and probably the world.

A man who had no compunction with severing body parts to get his point across. I'm totally going to place the blame on Jericho and Jules for this if I die by his hand and haunt them forever.

They got me into this mess. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been placed in this gilded cage for almost two weeks. I knew I was just looking to place the blame on someone. But the truth was nobody forced me to do this; I chose this, and now I'm paying for it.

I hadn't seen Nick or his guard dog, Logan, for approximately eleven days. He still hadn't returned my phone to me. I'm afraid Jules might have called me when she didn't hear from me. But I'm taking the silence from Nick's side as a sign that she hadn't.

If Nicklaus knew his wife had a hand in what I've done, or that she was the one who sent me. He would have come to me. To frighten and question me, of course, probably by torturing me.

I have been locked up in his penthouse in the Nico-Tech building for days. I haven't talked to anyone or seen anyone except for Marta, who comes once in the morning to clean up the house and cook my meals, then leaves, and the two guards.

Whom I'd named Blondie and Mohawk, those two I try to avoid. But Marta is different, I never knew when she used to get here, only when she leaves, probably because I'm busy moping in bed when she arrives, she's friendly but doesn't talk much.

She also doesn't have time to chat with me. Either she was naturally quiet, or she'd been warned not to talk to me.

I'd tried to strike up a conversation with her once or twice, but she always smiled politely and then left me talking to myself, without knowing she'd already left, only for me to turn and see I was talking to an empty space.

There was nothing I could do to pass the time. Except for sleeping, eating, waking up, sob my heart out. Then I went back to repeating it; those, too, got old. There's only so many tears I could shed.

I was dying of boredom, but when I thought of Nick coming to me for sex, I froze in terror. Thoughts of Richard and how he'd been tortured had been plaguing me for days. Not to mention, for the last three nights now, I haven't been able to sleep due to fear.

Whenever I went to bed, odd noises and movements would wake me in the middle of the night. When I left my room to check, I saw no one.

Last night, when I woke up needing a glass of water, I'd found dirty plates and cups in the kitchen.

I could have sworn that I heard one of the doors upstairs being shut.

But when I went up to check there was no one. The shocking thing was that after I'd checked, Nick's door was open but the light was off, and the other door was locked, as it was the first time I'd seen it.

But when I'd entered the library, there was no one, and the lights were on, but what shocked me was the coffee mug on the table in front of the divan, with leftover coffee that was still warm.

After those shocking and mysterious happenings, I was left thinking it was either Richard's ghost or a cat, but neither of those could make and drink coffee.

I couldn't go to sleep, I kept thinking if I'd imagined everything. I wonder if I'd somehow hallucinate the whole thing.

Nicklaus wasn't back, and the guards almost never came inside the penthouse. So who could have eaten and left me dirty dishes?

By morning, I'd already convinced myself there was no one, and I was probably the one who had used those plates and then forgotten about them.

It wasn't until this morning that I went back to sleep for two hours. After I woke up, I took a bath and drank two cups of coffee, then decided to pass the time watching television.

Marta, God bless her, had made me a homemade popcorn with extra butter, then left. That was four hours ago, which was 6 pm.

I never thought that, after everything I'd witnessed, I could hope for Nicklaus to be back from wherever it is that he went.

Even if I knew he would want sex the instant he's back. He'd after all told me he's going to fuck me hard when he's back from wherever, right before he and Logan left.

While I hated and feared Nick, I also craved him, but hated how he turned my body against me with just a look. Even now that I'm thinking of him, I could feel moisture between my thighs, knowing what being with him feels like.

I blink then I stood up when I heard the doors to the penthouse give a ping sound, then slide open to reveal the devil in flesh.