Chapter 34 Bad Taste On Clothing
"What are you doing here, Isa?" He shut down his thoughts, averted his eyes on her as he searched for something important on his desk.
She cleared her throat standing erect as she walked towards his table, "I want something in return. I'm following you like a dog to London when I'm not supposed to and you deceived me by giving me something I didn't want. It's only normal to ask for something."
"What do you want?" He asked, still focused on whatever he was doing on the desk.
"My sister. She shouldn't be harmed."
"She will not." He said sternly.
She hissed, "I'm serious, Nikolai. She's my only family and I wouldn't know how I would act if she got hurt. In a bad situation, I might just call off this deal and you won't get access to my body anymore. Obviously you couldn't protect my sister "
Just then, he flicked his gaze up of her. He scanned her knitted brow, long lashes and full pink lips.
Truly, her dress was in no way, seductive so why was he getting a hard on?
He ran a hand through his hair as he picked up a few files.
"She wouldn't be harmed and I do not make stupid promises."
He turned away from her for just a splitter of second before her words hit him,
"And oh," he turned back to her, "you don't get to keep your body to yourself. Your father's debt is paid with your body. I get to do whatever I want with it."
"No!" She refuted immediately. "My father paid for his sins with his life. You're really a fucking bastard, do you know that? I offered my body to you for my sister's safety nothing more."
He grinned, a rush of blood flowing to his dick as he smirked at her.
"Good. A fucking bastard is perfect. Any other adjectives, you would like to use on me?" He chuckled.
Oh please!
Isabella rolled her eyes.
"I don't have a use for it for now."
"You're still in my office. What else do you want?"He relaxed on his seat, legs crossed as something hard stirred in his iris when he looked at Isabella like he was starving and she was the feast.
"Yes!" She swallowed nervously, "You drugged and brought me here without permission. My clothes are still in New York."
"There aren't any clothes in your closet?"
"That isn't the point here. I do not like them. They are not my style. Whoever bought them clearly has a bad taste."
Nikolai's eyes slithered, 'Bad taste?' he scoffed.
"Fine. When we come back you can go to the mall with Natalya."
"That's the point, Niko. I haven't packed yet. We're going to London and I need good fits. I'm not gonna walk around London with some tank tops and jeans!"
He couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle, "Who says you're going to walk around London? I might just leave you there."
"That would be lovely." She smirked.
Tension coiled in his gaze as he watched her.
Lovely?
Oh poor Isa, you're never going to escape Nikolai's clutches.
"You shop in London. Time to go."
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Isabella grumbled in her seat. Nikolai had refused to let her say goodbye to her sister and she sat icily on her seat. Not talking to anybody.
The trip was between only him and her. Everyone else stayed at home.
"Will you like something to eat, miss?" She heard the hostess question and chose to ignore it.
Seriously, Nikolai really pissed her off.
It would have taken not more than five minutes to say her goodbyes. Now Daisy will be wondering where she was.
She hissed for the umpteenth time, shifting closer to her seat that was only a seat away from Nikolai's.
His smoked vanilla scent was hitting her hard in her nose and she struggled to ignore him.
Nikolai on the other hands was grinning and smiling at her actions.
He found it... Cute?
The hostess came and served Nikolai a platter of dishes.
A steak, wagyu, Caviar, crème fraìche, lobster, chopped eggs paired with champagne.
Isabella's stomach grumbled at the sight.
She hadn't eaten since morning and now the sight of food made her mouth water.
She wasn't a fan of whatever he was eating but because it was food, she couldn't stop her rumbling stomach.
She placed her hands there, "can you not embarrass me!" She muttered low and tried to steal a glance at him just to see him staring her her.
He raised his champagne towards her and smiled.
'Stupid jerk' she cussed and tilted her head to the other side.
Nikolai let out a hearty laughter and gave a nod at the hostess.
Within ten minutes, Isabella was served her one platter of dishes totally different from Nikolai's.
Thank goodness!
Who the fuck eats cavier and crème fraìche?
Her eyes snapped open immediately immediately the aroma of food wafted into her nose.
Her eyes lingered on the stacked burger, fluffy waffles drizzled with syrup, and creamy mac and cheese in front of her.
God! Her stomach rumbled again, and she was literally drooling but she acted tough again.
"I didn't ask you to serve me. Take it back." She folded her arms under her seat.
"Master's orders." The hostess said and moved away.
Isabella licked her lower lips at the syrup drip on the waffles.
She looked to her left, Nikolai was focused on his food.
He hadn't even touched his food.
Only some fucking cavier? What the fuck was that?
She rolled her eyes and sneaked in a spoonful of mac and cheese in her mouth.
Wow! The flavours melted in her tongue and she savoured it before she took another spoon. Then another and another until she finished the plate.
Fuck!
She didn't realize how hungry she was!
She looked at Nikolai again and he was focused on his phone.
Perfect!
She giggled and cut through the waffles and ate
Mmm... She melted right into the taste.
So fucking good!
She licked her lips and took another bite,
"Does it taste that good?"
",Yes, it does." She answered, bundles of flavours bursting on her tongue as she couldn't get enough.
Wait what!
She turned quickly towards Nikolai who was smiling at her like a predator watching his prey enjoy the bait.