ROMAN'S POV:I glared at the flute then back to Nyssa, and at the flute again. What was she talking about?Was she so angry with me that she didn't even want me to make a toast now? “What do you mean, Nyssa? They're having a toast. I have to join them in the celebrations.”She shook her head fiercely in reply. “I've been observing that attendant for sometime, Roman, and I'm sure he was watching you throughout. He waited until you began to search for a drink to make a toast with before approaching you.”My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I slowly came to a realization of what she was hinting at. “Are you saying this champagne is poisoned, Nyssa?”She eyed me cautiously as she replied. “I can't say, Roman, but I know what I saw.”I dropped the flute on the table as if I had just been stung by a snake. I turned to Paul, who was leaning forward, interested in what Nyssa had to say. Paul stood up, his hand already going to his leather jacket to where his Glock was positioned. “Who g
ROMAN'S POV:Dinner was sponsored by the Cleveland group of entrepreneurs in a huge hall. Nyssa sat next to me, fiddling with her phone. Since I had spoken to her in the toilet, she hadn't replied to anything I had asked her. Unplanned as it might be, it had never been my plan to hurt her. When it came to Nyssa Dimitri, I never knew how to act. She was either too much for me, or I didn't have enough of her. And in the end, I always ended up destroying whatever good thing we had going. I glanced at her, and she returned my glance before looking away angrily. Food was wheeled in by the chefs and attendants of the hotel amidst the noise made by the entrepreneurs in the hall. I wiped my hands with a towel, acknowledging that I was hungrier than I even thought. Paul, who sat to my left, leaned closer, rubbing his hands. “I've bribed a few attendants and cleaners to keep an eye on our rooms. Something tells me that Adrian is planning something. I don't know what it is yet, but I know
NYSSA'S POV:“We meet again, Nyssa Dimitri. Good to see you. I saw you with doctor Kennedy. Tell me, what were you discussing with him?”I closed the toilet door behind me and proceeded to even lock it, my hands trembling. I was supposed to refuse his invitation. I wasn't supposed to be in the toilet with a man who wanted to kill my boss, I wasn't supposed to be honouring the invitation of a man who Roman hated so much. But yet, I was standing before him in the toilet, ready to hear what he had to say, ready to consider his words and think about them carefully. “Is that why we're here? To talk about my random conversation with Doctor Kennedy?”Adrian smiled, as he dug his hands into his pocket. He retrieved a pack of cigarettes, grabbed a stick and a lighter, then lit it. He billowed smoke into the air in the most nonchalant fashion ever, then proceeded to smirk at me. What was the smirk for?“Your conversation with Doctor Kennedy wasn't a random one, don't lie to me, Nyssa. You
NYSSA'S POV:Throughout the summit, I was uncomfortable. It showed in my every movement, in the way I tried to pretend I was listening but I wasn't. I adjusted uneasily on the chair I was sitting for the umpteenth time, and I noticed that Roman was even starting to look at me in a manner that suggested he had noticed how uncomfortable I was. “Are you alright?”I stared at my heels and then back at him. How was I going to tell him that his direct rival, a man he had sworn he hated so much, had given me his card?How was I going to tell him that Adrian Giovanni knew my father and had touched a part of me that I thought I had kept hidden?“Yes, I am.” I replied, knowing that no matter what, I couldn't bring myself to tell him. From not telling him that Adrian had accosted me in the toilet, I had already betrayed him. And now, I was supposed to meet Adrian in the toilet again in a few hours. My heart clattered in my chest as I thought of the many possibilities that could happen in a f
NYSSA'S POV:I was debating on what to eat when the door opened. It was Roman. When I saw the package in his hand, I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Of course he had been dead serious when he talked about jogging with him. That was the way of Roman Adams, the unpredictable way. You could never guess what he was going to do next. “Here you go,” he began, without even as much as a glance at me or seeking my approval. “This should do. A sweatshirt, shorts and a sneaker which I believe is just your size. Come on, change. I'll wait for you in the other room.”I stared at him in disbelief. What didn't he understand?There was no way I was going to be running on the streets of New York with him, breathless and trying to keep up with his long strides. “I…I can't jog with you, Roman. I'm not fit enough, I'll end up slowing you down.”“And I'll put up with you even if you can't. I'll wait for you. You can't come to New York and stay indoors for seven days.”I shrugged. “We went out a day ag
ROMAN'S POV:I smiled at Nyssa, at the panic in her eyes and features. “And why can't we share the bed, Nyssa? Is there something you're afraid of?”Like her, I was also panicking. The sexual attraction between us was undeniable. And sleeping on the same bed was definitely not a good idea. But at the same time, I wanted to do it. I wanted to stretch my limits, not just because I was her boss and could do it,but because I was trying to prove to myself that I could ignore whatever was going on between us even though we were on the same bed. I loved a challenge. Her chin set, she glanced at me in anger. “I'm not afraid of anything. I just think we need to create boundaries.”“We didn't create boundaries when the elevator stopped working a few days ago, Nyssa.”The look on her face when she came to the realization of what I was talking about made me wish I had not said the words. But it was already too late. She blushed fiercely, then spoke defensively. “Well, that's settled. We'r