CHAPTER 12

ALEXANDER’S POV

“I’m sick of this shit. Always fucking interrupting me.” I muttered to myself, probably looking like a mad man as I rushed to where my driver, Kuzma, awaited.

He shoved his phone into his pocket when he saw me approaching the Mercedes and I climbed into the back seat, taking a deep breath in.

Kuzma cleared his throat and looked at me knowingly but with one glare from me he diverted his gaze to the road ahead.

“Good evening boss. Where are we heading? “Kuzma asked starting the car.

“Home. Am so exhausted to do any other work.” I said leaning back into the seat and looking out the window.

“I understand”, He didn’t say anything else after that.

Twenty minutes later I was in the house making my way upstairs.

The hectic schedule of today had me mentally drained and wanting to creep like a zombie to the comfort of bed. I walked quickly upstairs but stopped in mid motion to hear what was taking place.

It was Nicole and Blair but it seemed like she was pissed off because of the way she was talking.

“Get the fuck out.....”, I heard her yell and after some minutes, I saw my brother walk out.

“What the hell is wrong with her?”, My concern immediately kicked in.

Just as I reached her door to ask her , my mind was changed in a blink of an eye. The last thing I wanted to do was make her any more uncomfortable than what I already had. Our first time meeting in the bar was still in my bar.

However as I was heading to my room, something out of the blue changed in me and before I knew it, I was knocking on her door.

She didn’t open immediately but after some time she did.

“What do you want?”, They were the first words that came out of her mouth not until her eyes raised up and landed on the unhappy frown on my face. One thing I hated was disrespect.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” My voice was low, daring her to disagree with me.

“Now, tell me. What’s wrong?" I asked, tucking a lock of her hair behind my ear and the gentle action took both of us by surprise.

What the hell has happened to me?

At my weird action, she looked at me in disbelief and she shook her head.

“Why are you concerned?Why are you even here? Don’t you have anything better to do?” She yelled, waving her hands in the air.

“Do you need anything?” I questioned, shocked to by the care I was showing her. That wasn’t me!

“I’m good,” She said slowly, furrowing her brows and not knowing how to react. This side of me was new to her.

“Okay if you’re fine, then you and I have a dinner on Friday”.

“Dinner?”, She asked now fully interested.

“Yeah, you and I. Have a good night.“ I didn’t give her a chance to say anything because I left immediately picking up his call.

As soon as I entered in my room , I cursed loudly in disbelief.

Self-control, and patience was virtue I struggled to possess. But when it came to Nicole, it was hard to hold myself back.

But fuck, I had to. I had to. Looking at her, standing there...her pretty face and her freckled cheeks and her soft brown skin and her dark curly hair.

Dammit. She’s driving me insane and she didn’t even know it.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before all willpower went flying out the window.

“What’s wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, quickly heading to the shower.

Twisting the knob, I set the temperature right and undressed myself while I waited. The bathroom steamed up and I opened the glass door, stepping into the one place that washed away the day.

I groaned, leaning both hands on the tiled wall while the water cascaded down my back. With my eyes closed, I saw her pretty face and immediately, I felt myself harden.

Stop. How can my imagination have my dick hard?

Gritting my teeth, it took everything in me to not reach down and stroke myself. How fucked up would that be? Touching myself to nothing but my thoughts? I pushed the image away, but she came back and I nearly rolled my eyes. Can you fuck off, perhaps?

I let go of the wall and stood up straight, running my hands over my wet hair as I leaned my head back. I stood there for a while, letting the hot water run over me while I attempted to ignore my hard self.

It was painful, but it wasn’t unbearable and I paid no attention to it while I cleaned myself. I didn’t understand it. Not at all.

What was it about her that had me hooked?

After a while, I decided to step out. Switching off the water, I pursed my lips as I thought about my next move. I should.

No, I shouldn’t. I wrapped a towel around my waist and dried my hair with the other, walking out of the bathroom and to my bed.

Fuck it.

I walked straight to my laptop in nothing but my towel and held it at the waist, using one hand to type in the short code. After a long time of searching, I glanced over at the clock on the wall, finding that I had been sitting at my bed for the past one hours. Breathing in deeply, I let out a sigh as I closed my laptop.

Just do it.

No, I shouldn’t.

I opened my lap top as I I stared at the blank screen for a pretty good time, while I tried to think about anything else that wasn’t her. It didn’t work.

I shut my laptop, pushing it away. Why the fuck was she in my head? She left without a word and I still thought about her.