Brooklyn blinked at him with shock. Did she hear him correctly? “I beg your pardon, sir?” She asked, still unsure whether she heard him correctly or not. Nikolas gave her a look of impatience. He hated repeating himself but it seemed as if Brooklyn was lost and hadn’t heard him at all.
“I said that you should call me Nikolas from now on,” he explained, sipping his coffee and watching her broodingly. Ever since she confessed her feelings for him last night, his heart and mind had been at war with one another. He just couldn’t control the inner turmoil going on within him. It made him behave abnormally and thus for the first time in his life, he made coffee for a woman, a species he still hated. But she wasn’t just any woman, she was Brooklyn and she was his.
“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t,” said B
