What Is Mine.
Angel's Point Of View
It’s been a week since Raul left with his wife, and it’s been nothing short of chaotic.
Nickolai has been all over me, constantly hovering around, pushing his way into my life, trying to get whatever he desires.
I do enjoy his company, but his actions? They prove that he’s asking for more than I can give him. And now, here I was, staring at the purple dress he ordered for me—the one he’s practically forcing me to wear to a party I don’t even want to attend with him.
“Please, Angel,” Nickolai’s voice echoed in my mind as I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I promise you’ll love it, and I’ll be there with you.”
“I don’t know, Nickolai… I just don’t like parties,” I mumbled, but even as I said it, I knew he wouldn’t let up.
“Please,” he coaxed. “Trust me, you’ll have fun.”
Reluctantly, I sighed. “O-okay.”
I imagined him smiling on the other end of the phone, probably way too pleased with himself for getting me to agree.
“Perfect, angel. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Before I could respond, he hung up.
I stared at the dress for a long moment, raking my fingers over the satin material, and sighed.
It wasn’t that I hated dressing up, quite the opposite, I liked looking good—but parties always made me anxious.
And yet, here I was, getting ready for one.
I grabbed a towel from the wardrobe and walked to the bathroom to freshen up.
The purple dress hugged my curves in all the right ways, the spaghetti straps draping over my shoulders, leaving my neck and cleavage exposed.
I spent a few extra moments in front of the mirror, combing through my curls and adding a touch of gloss to my lips.
After slipping on a pair of heels and lacing them up, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to the lobby to wait for Nickolai.
The glass door swung open, and he stepped inside, looking effortlessly handsome, as usual.
He was dressed in a gray button-up shirt, the top few buttons left undone, paired with black pants and black sneakers. His curly hair was loose around his face, and I couldn’t help but notice the simple but expensive-looking chain around his neck.
He flashed me a grin when he saw me, walking over to wrap his arm around my waist.
“Hi amoré,” he greeted, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. “You look beautiful, as usual."
His gaze lingered on my body, and I felt my face flush despite myself. I wasn’t used to this much attention from him, though it had become more common over the last week.
Nickolai and I had gotten closer, but something still felt… off.
Whenever he was too close, I felt a tension building inside me, one that was hard to ignore, even though he had distracted me from thinking about his brother, just a little bit.
“Thank you, Nickolai. Let’s go,” I said, trying to mask the awkwardness.
I wrapped my arm around his, and he led us to the parking lot, where a sleek red Audi was parked.
He opened the door for me with a flourish, and I thanked him before sliding inside.
The club was loud, buzzing with energy and flashing lights.
Nickolai was deep in conversation with some friends, so I took a seat at the bar. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, just nursing my thoughts in silence.
A cute, teenage bartender slid my drink across the bar to me.
“Here’s your drink, ma’am.”
I looked up and offered him a smile, seeing the way his cheeks flushed under the dim lights.
“Thank you,” I mouthed, watching the young man nervously glance away as he hurried off.
I was lost in my thoughts, twirling the straw in my drink when suddenly, I felt a firm grip on my ass.
My heart skipped a beat as I spun around, my drink splashing all over the bar.
“Did you just—?” I started, but before I could finish, the man in front of me gave me a devil-may-care grin.
“Damn,” he cursed, his eyes sliding over me. “That’s one hell of an ass you got there.” He licked his bottom lip in a way that made my blood boil.
“You know you shouldn’t hide it so well.”
Before I could react, a tall figure blocked my view, and I felt the air in the room shift.
“Did you touch her ass?” Nickolai’s voice was low and dangerous, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
It was the first time in a week I had heard him sound like that—angry. And god, did it make him sound even more sexy.
The man smirked, clearly unbothered.
“Chill, dude. I didn’t know she was your woman, but we can share, right? Don’t be greedy. You can’t keep a prize like this to yourself.”
Before the man could say another word, Nickolai’s fist connected with his face with a sickening crack.
My eyes widened as I took a step back in shock.
“Nick—” I started, but Nickolai didn’t even let the man hit the ground before pulling him up by his collar and slamming another punch into his jaw.
The blood from the man’s nose splattered on the floor as the crowd around us started to scatter, clearly afraid.
I reached out, trying to stop him, but Nickolai was a force I couldn’t control.
“Nickolai, please,” I begged, my voice trembling with panic. “Stop. Please.”
He didn’t stop. He kept throwing punches, his face twisted in fury, his gray eyes wild with rage. I could barely breathe, the scene too overwhelming.
The man’s body went limp as Nickolai delivered one final blow, knocking him out cold. The bloodied figure slumped to the floor.
I gasped, my heart racing, as Nickolai finally turned to me, his face still twisted with anger. I felt a cold chill run through me as he grabbed my wrist, his grip tight and possessive.
Without a word, he dragged me outside, ignoring my protests.
“Let go, Nickolai!” I cried, trying to yank my wrist free. “You’re hurting me!”
He didn’t listen. He slammed me against the car, his body caging me in as he pinned my hands above my head.
His eyes were full of fury, and something darker that I couldn’t place.
“I’m so mad, Angel,” he growled in my ear. His breath was hot, his words rough.
“I’m so mad because he touched you. He touched you in a place he shouldn’t have.” His voice was low, guttural.
I stared up at him, terrified by the intensity in his eyes.
“Nickolai, why are you so mad?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear rising inside me.
“What he did was wrong, but this is too much… You don’t have to go this far.”
I searched his gaze, looking for some kind of explanation, but his eyes just burned with that same fury, a fire that scared me.
I didn’t know what to make of this side of him. I wasn’t sure what to do. He was still holding me against the car, not letting go.
I was scared……scared of the man he was turning into in front of me.
“Estoy enojado porque tocó lo que es mío,” he whispered, his voice low and heated as his palm slid down my waist to my hips.
(I'm angry because he touched what's mine.)
His words made my breath catch in my throat, and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through me.
His lips were so close to my neck now, his warm breath tickling my skin, sending a wave of heat through my body. I was so lost in his eyes that I didn’t even realize when his lips nearly brushed against mine.
“Nickolai,” I called softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
I turned my face away from him, trying to put some distance between us, but it felt impossible. He didn’t move, though. He just kept staring at me, his gaze intense and searching.
Nickolai is a great guy. He’s everything any woman would want—gentleman, respectful, caring, handsome, sexy, protective, and most importantly, he’s single.
But why, then, does it feel so wrong? I want him—yes, but not the way I want someone else. Not the way I want
Raul.
I feel like I’m leading Nickolai on, and it’s unfair. Unfair to him, unfair to me.
My heart aches for something I shouldn’t even want. He finally pulled away, a small, resigned sigh escaping his lips.
Gently, he took my wrist and guided me to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for me with a soft touch.