Brooklyn rushed out just in time to see Nikolas climb into his car. She ran and got into the passenger seat, breathing hard. Would he leave for work without her? “Sorry, I overslept,” she mumbled apologetically. Nikolas gave her an amused look. He wondered whether he was the cause of it!
“I see! Maybe lost in a dream?” He said, starting the ignition. From the deep flush of color that crept to her cheeks hearing his words, Nikolas was eager to tell her that he wasn’t a dream. He was real!
“Not at all,” Brooklyn denied, looking away from his probing eyes and concentrating on her seat belt. Nikolas drove in silence, his wicked mind thinking of ways to tell her that he was the one in her dreams. Brooklyn wasn’t keen to talk more in case he took offense and brought up last night’s encounter. Strangely
As the car sped through the roads leading them from Portland Downtown Heliport to Willamette Valley, Brooklyn struggled to stay awake. With her stomach grumbling for food, it was a very difficult task. “We’ll be there in an hour. Do you want to stop for dinner?” Asked Nikolas at last. Brooklyn slowly shook her head, tired of his silence. How could a person not have any wish to talk was beyond her!“Here, have this,” said Nikolas, taking out a box of chocolate truffles from his laptop bag for her to munch on. He had bought it for her earlier but after the phone call from the police leading to a sudden change of plans, he had completely forgotten about it. Brooklyn’s eyes sparkled with delight as she took it from his hands. She had never felt so happy in her entire nineteen years of life!“For me?” she s
Nikolas met his trusted manager but after one peg, he was eager to get away. Brooklyn’s words rang in his ears and he wondered if she was missing him or not. He eventually took his leave and left Harry Shelburne's house and went back. It was well past midnight and he knew that Brooklyn might have gone to sleep. He wanted to sleep with her like every day but when he tried her door he noted that it was locked from inside. Disappointed, he went to his room to freshen up and go to sleep. It was a restless night indeed as his heart, body, and mind longed for Brooklyn. He had no idea when just a whim became a burning need for him. He realized that this dependency wasn’t healthy. He needed to do something about it.The next morning, Brooklyn woke up feeling extremely tired and disappointed. Her dream man hadn’t visited her in her dreams and she just couldn’t figure out the reason. Sh
In an hour Brooklyn was ready in a sleek navy blue pencil skirt and a soft white matching top. She picked up a matching navy blue blazer to go with it and stared at her reflection in the mirror. With her hair fixed up in a ponytail, she looked just like those glamorous models in the fashion magazines. She walked out of her room and placed the blazer over a chair, walking into the kitchen to serve the breakfast that she had made. It wasn’t anything special, just ham and egg sandwiches and assorted berry salad. She didn’t have much time to prepare anything elaborate as Nikolas had just given her just about an hour to get ready. Nikolas walked into the kitchen and froze seeing her creamy legs exposed from the skirt that hugged her hips so well, making her look curvier, se*ier.He cleared his throat and walked up to Brooklyn, standing close behind her and watching her serve the food onto two
Brooklyn looked at him blankly, not comprehending why he was behaving in such a manner. “No, why should I? I’m just asking whether we're done for the day or not,” she told him.“Are you that eager to get away? Then let me remind you that office timing isn’t over yet. You still have four hours of duty left,” he reminded her as he drove on with a grim expression on his face. Brooklyn nodded and looked away. She wasn’t complaining about duty. It was just that the shoes were hurting her feet. They were brand new and seemed to be a size smaller than the one she regularly wore. Maybe Kathy bought them for her along with the clothes. However, seeing Nikolas’s reaction, she didn’t say a word further and just left the topic at that.He drove up to an upscale restaurant and wine tasting center with a beaut
Nikolas saw her sitting in her room with her back towards the door, typing the email on her mobile. He was about to talk to her when his gaze fell upon her feet. They were red, swollen, and wrapped up in bandages. His eyes widened with concern. What could have happened to her feet? He strode into the room and stood by her bed. Before she could react to his presence he just picked up her foot to inspect.“S-sir, Mr. Ardolf, what are you doing?” She said, looking startled out of her wits. She tried to free her foot from his hold but he didn’t let go.“How did you get injured, Brooklyn?” he asked, his eyes dark with concern.“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ll be fine,” she said, trying to set her foot free.
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
“I’ve sent the footage to my men and they’re hunting for these three. We need to nab them as fast as possible to prevent Davis from getting hurt or maybe killed. We’re still at a loss about the motive behind this abduction. Davis led a pretty simple and hard life, always keeping to himself. His track record is good so he shouldn’t be having any enemies,” said the officer. His words got Nikolas thinking. Was Brandon kidnapped by his business rivals for the payment that he was carrying? However, he refrained from informing the officer lest he confiscated the money since it was actually an underhanded deal.“If the men have brought him to Woodburn, they could be knowing the local goons here. The best way to nab them would be to offer a handsome tip to a local goon and convince him to sell us information regarding the kidnappers,” suggested Nikolas.
Nikolas couldn’t concentrate on anything since that encounter at the swimming pool. His body was on fire and he repented not having kissed her. Maybe a kiss could extinguish the flame that's burning deep inside him. He knew that he had unnecessarily attacked her before escaping the house like a coward. Who was he fooling? He didn’t need any seduction, his body was perpetually aroused when she was around. He sighed, closing his laptop. There was no point in attempting to work. After a tour of his distribution center, he conducted a meeting with his marketing team and finally came over to his office to draft an email to Knightsbridge. The deal was through and he needed to fix a meeting with him soon. It was already 4 o'clock and he knew that had to return back to the villa but the thought of facing Brooklyn made him unnecessarily delay going back. How would he keep himself away from her? Even cold sho