Chapter 32 Chapter Thirty-two
Elena's POV
"Oh my God! Please don't kill me." I managed to find my voice while the glass shattered on the floor. And then the light came up.
Then Nikolai's face came up, his eyes widened in recognition, and he cursed under his breath, "fuck, it's just you." His shoulder dropped, and the tension drained from his posture. He lowered the gun as he slid the weapon behind him and tucked it into the waistband of his trousers. I blinked rapidly before I found myself running into his arms. Into the arms of someone who just pointed a gun at me. I was shaking. "I'm sorry." He whispered, running his arm down my back. "I didn't know it was you, I thought it was... " He pulled me slowly from himself while he guarded me to the stool beside the counter.
Ignoring the mess I had made on the floor, he reached for the fridge and got me another glass of milk, while he took the stool beside me.
I sip from it, but my gaze didn't leave the man who just pointed a gun at me. He ran his hand down his face and let out a shaky voice, "I didn't think it was you down here. I was heading towards the balcony when I heard a sound, but the light was off I didn't expect anyone to be in here in the dark." He shook his head, more to himself than at me. The guilt in his eyes came and disappeared like a flicker of light. "I thought someone broke in."
"Did you walk around with a gun, even when you are in here?" His gaze met mine, and then he shook his head, still feeling guilty.
"It's just for safety, and sometimes, my instinct crawls in." He said quietly, "I'm sorry, blame my instinct for that."
"You have dangerous instincts then"
He gave a dry, humorless laugh. "Yeah, that's kind of a problem."
"A huge one," I finally breathe while I shake off the fear from my system.
"Noted, Ballissima!" I look at him
"What is that?"
"Go Google it." I shrugged my shoulder, knowing he is not going to answer, and I don't have time for that. Did I even remember the word? "Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked suddenly.
"Can't sleep! There is Rafael, and there is the stupid flight ticket I can't seem to get hold of." He looks at me.
"I could bring you there by car." My eyes widened.
"Nikolai, did you know how many fucking hours?" Somehow a smug grin found its way to his face. I looked at him, not understanding the sudden expression, "What is it?"
"I thought I was the only one allowed to use the F word, it just doesn't suit you, such foul language for such a pretty mouth but it kind of sounded nice on your lips."
"Should I take it as a compliment?" I don't seem to understand a thing, or maybe I don't understand this man.
"What do you think?" He grabbed a napkin and wiped the side of my lips, I know I have that stuff around my lips. Leaving me dumbstruck, “You know, we could go on a Private jet, or you could just tell Moretti that..."
"No!" I yelled, he stared at me confused, "Sorry, but that is not even an option, and I can't fly with you because it would be suspicious."
"Suspicious? Or you don't want to?"
"Why wouldn't I want you to? It's not every day a girl gets the chance to fly with a handsome boy on the same jet."
"So you are saying I'm handsome and you would jump in it if I offer one?" He winked at me. A peal of soft laughter erupted from my throat before I shook my head.
"No? Are you rejecting me right away?" He feigned hurt, his hand holding his heart.
"No, I was just imagining how it would look if I showed up at my father's mansion with my fiancée's brother, and not my fiancée."
"Then it would be you falling for the brother you shouldn't love." His words took me aback, and I stared at him. Somehow, a silly thought crawled into my head: if Rafael could flirt with Arabella, maybe I could flirt with his brother. A little pushed and I make him jealous, let him feel the pain, I felt every second I realized that he was with Arabella, the female he kept saying was just his secretary.
He snapped his fingers in front of me, "You're not seriously thinking about that, are you?"
"Not really, just thinking how I'm going to seduce you." The words flew out of my lips and I saw the shock in his face. Then I giggled, pointing at him. "You needed to see your face." He scrubbed his palm over his face and I giggled more.
"Goodness Elena, you almost make me have a heart attack."
"Sorry, I thought we were planning our future." I stand from the stool.
"Yeah!" He whispered, his eyes followed me. "Where are you going?"
"To get you a glass of milk, if you would be my stand-in fiancée, when my fiancée finally ditched me for his secretary then I should take care of your heart." His eyes widened as a red tint crept into his cheeks. "You blush like a girl," I added, "and I like it." he didn't say a word. I know Nikolai wasn't the talking type, so I wouldn't be surprised if my words had left him speechless. I returned with the glass of milk but he had already grabbed my glass and was sipping from it. My eyes bulge. Rafael never drinks from the same glass as me.
"Hey, that's mine."
"If we're planning our future, then sharing the same glass wouldn't be an issue, since kissing is just part of it," he added, and I almost spewed out the milk. If I didn't close my mouth fast, it would have gone straight to his face.
And I coughed, Nikolai gestured for me to drink while he giggled softly, his eyes beaming with mischief, "Next time, you shouldn't start anything you can't finish."
I nodded not wanting to argue because right now, my body was burning, I felt flushed, "noted!" I finally find my voice, he stood from the stool.
"Let me fix this!" He grabbed the dustpan and swept the glass and milk shatter on the floor.
"Do you do that?" Didn't expect he could do that. His gaze tilted to me.
"You thought, I'm only good at carrying guns and ending people's lives." I giggled, shaking my head, "You would be surprised to know the things I'm capable of doing." He muttered, and when his gaze went back to me, I saw his pupils flicker.
"Nikolai!" I called suddenly, and then he retrieved his gaze from me.
"What is it?" His voice came out guttural.
"Did you know your eyes could..." I paused, shaking my head, aborting the thought, "I know you do a lot of things apart from pointing guns at people, you could..."
"Fuck..." The words slipped from his lips, and I looked at him. He shakes his head, "Sorry, we should go to bed." He threw the dustpan carelessly at the side of the kitchen and was about to hurry out of the kitchen. I hurried after him, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him backwards.
"Nikolai..." He swatted his hand away from me, which earned him a glare from me. "Oh, please, what's up with the mood swings like some pregnant woman?"
"Go to bed Elena. " He snapped at me.
"You don't have to shout, not like I'm seducing you." The words slipped out of my lips, or should I say died in my throat, because Nikolai had already smashed his lips against mine.