Chapter 4: Love

Nickolai’s POV

Derek and I walked away with Damian’s face all over my head. Derek explained they were both colleagues at work, before he woke up and made his mind to go for what he loved. 

He looked different. Like he wasn’t meant to be there. He looked like he was just there for the main time. He looked like he was missing something. 

He looked scared, too scared to meet my eyes, too scared to even shake me like he was going to dirty my hands and clothes. 

I was going to go back there and get more information about him. He piqued my interest in ways I did not expect and I suddenly wanted to know about him. 

But I had a meeting to attend. 

Marie walked into the room with a smile and a skirt that could be mistaken for a short. 

“Good morning boss,” she smiled deeply, her cheeks punctuating the little dimple close to her mouth.

“Good morning Mar,” I sighed. “How is today going to be like?” 

She explained every meeting and donations I had to be at, but I wasn’t sure if I was meant to be here at all. 

“Boss,” she called me, her hands going all through my arms. I pushed her hand away and smiled. 

She knew better not to touch me. 

“Set the grand office for the first meeting,” I said sternly. 

I called Jake, my private investigator.

“Mr. Nic,” his dark tone passed over the phone. 

“How May I help you?” He asked. 

“I'd like to give you some information and you have to find who this person is.”

Jake discovered my wife’s secret affair that led to the divorce. 

His smile deepened over the phone. “Yes sir. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I believe so,” I answered him and ended the call with him. 

I was going to find out every single thing about him that made me interested in him. This was one thing my mind was so sure about and it was too late to back down. 

But right now, let me fix a little thing before going anywhere. 

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I walked into the eerily quiet mansion. Taking my steps slowly and wondering where Damian was. I knew Derek was not around at all, he would be in the hospital dealing with the patients. 

I strutted quickly to where I could hear sounds or noise and I could hear Damian humming. 

I made my movement as quick as possible but quiet. 

He was without a shirt, his crafted hands were smeared with the paints. Every single artwork that was painted all had something within him that needed clarity. His biceps moved clearly as he moved with the paintbrush. 

I cleared my throat, he stepped away from his painting facing me with a short and his apron that was covered with colours. 

“These are all beautiful pieces,” I complimented. 

He held his brush tightly. I stepped into the room where his artwork was displayed. His mini museum. 

“Thank you,” he answered and turned back to his painting. 

“How many of these have you sold?” I asked further, as I settled into one of the chairs. 

“Just two,” his soft voice echoed around the mansion. 

“That is incredibly low” I crossed my legs, smoothing out the invisible crisp on my suit. 

He stopped shortly and continued. 

“Let me offer you a deal,” I continued. 

He stopped, without facing me. 

“I’ll offer you the best connections to sell every piece of your artwork,” I paused, waiting to see his reaction. 

He turned to me, widened his eyes a little. 

“You can finally pick one of the biggest places in London for your studio.” I walked up to him, picked the glass of wine he had set aside and placed it close to my mouth. 

“Then sell your artwork, while I offer more connections to buy from you,” I smiled as I walked back to the cushion. 

“You’d get fame in the best way. And it’d never stopped coming.”  I added. 

He smacked his lips together, that hardened my cock as I thought of his beautiful mouth on my cock, sucking and licking every single juice out of it until I can’t move anymore. 

“Would you really do that for me?” He asked me, dropping his brush down immediately. 

That was an easy job for me to do. 

“I’ll do anything for you,” I said softly. “You are my son’s friend right?”

But that was not the reason I wanted to help him. I had my reason. 

“Would you like the penthouse or the biggest gallery close to the park?” I asked him, piquing his interest immediately. 

“The penthouse on the last floor,” he reluctantly said. 

“That’d be the best,” I calmly spoke. 

“You’d hear from my lawyer as soon as possible.” I told him. 

He smiled at me, mouthing his ‘thank you.’

I slowly walked away afraid I was going to do whatever I’m not supposed to do to him. I could place my hands around his neck and kiss his pretty mouth. 

“Get back to work. You are going to be getting a lot of work soon.” 

He smiled deeply.