Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

HAZEL

Nikolai stood there, with two bottles of sauce, hot chili sauce, and extremely hot chili sauce, I guess he was about to ask if I was still into spicy food.

Shit….I can’t move.

His eyes went from my face, to the thin tank top and shorts I had slid into and now his eyes were directly on the object in my hands. Trembling, my hands accidentally pressed the button and its vibration was the noise in the silence between us.

His expression didn’t change, but a muscle in his jaw flickered, his gaze dark and unreadable, held mine for a split second that felt like an eternity and without a word, he legs moved back until he was out of sight and then he slammed the door shut, the sound so careful, so gentle, it sent a level of shivers down my spine.

The Dildo finally slipped out of my hands and a mortified groan tore from my throat. I rolled onto my back on the bed, covering my flaming face with my palm.

“AH!” I screamed into my palm. My hot cheeks burned my palm, from embarrassment, and I almost choked.

What the hell just happened?

Nikolai of all people.

What will he think of me now?

Some horny deranged twenty-eight-year-old lady.

Argh…. How am I supposed to spend three months here when day one is already so messy?

I can’t go downstairs. I’d die of shame.

I took a shower and stayed in my room, curled into my bed, unable to bring myself to go down. I can’t imagine looking at him..I can’t imagine seeing him after he saw that.

But..But I’m so hungry!

I can’t smell the aroma of his food, flowing through the whole house…I want a taste but I don’t want to go downstairs!

“Aunt Aevia?” Navira’s sweet voice called through the door, “Dinner is ready, Daddy made pasta, he said he made it the way you like it.”

He made it the way I like it?

And then he sent his daughter?

Is he that disappointed in me?

Hold on…I am a grown-up..I am allowed to own a sex toy..Am I not?

“Aunt Aevia!” Navira’s voice came again.

I didn’t have another choice, so I peeled myself off the bed, smoothed my hair, threw on a robe over my pajamas, and opened the door.

“Hi, Pea, how was school today? I missed you, kiss aunty.”

I bent over and she pressed her lips on my cheek, “School was fine, I miss you too, I like that we live in the same house too.” She muttered as she dragged me to the kitchen.

The kitchen was warm, filled with the heavenly, spicy scent of the pasta. Vira and I made our way to the table, while I watched Nikolai, his back turned to me as he adjusted some things by the counter.  Then he joined us at the table and I watched him treat his six-year-old daughter with so much care and affection. The sweetness in his eyes as he served her.

He is such a good dad.

“Aunt Aevia, would you help play with my doll later?” Navira with a mouth full of pasta muffled.

My lips parted to respond but Nickolai beat me to it. I assumed he was going to scold her for talking while she was eating but nothing prepared me for the words that flowed out of those spicy red lips of his.

“Your aunt has a thing for toys, I’m sure she’d love to help.” His eyes were glued to his food so innocently.

“Niko!” I yelled, not too loud, but enough to tear his gaze off his food and place it on me. “You can’t say that in front of her…and that wasn’t mine…well, it is…it was a gift from my friend but I swear, I didn’t use…I have never used it.” I found myself rambling, leaning closer, hoping he would believe me.

His lips curled into a cute smile, his eyes searching mine as though he saw someone he had been longing for.

My cheeks flushed as I leaned back, “What?” I pouted, hiding my flushed cheeks.

“Nothing…it’s been a while since you called me, Niko.” He muffled.

Right…I haven’t called him that since he married my sister after he impregnated her.

My throat bobbed, my eyes flickered, locking on the food, unable to look at him.

“Dad and Aunt Aevia are so cute together.” Vira chuckled.

The rest of dinner was silent.

After that, we all sat in the living room to watch Sofia the First because it’s her favorite. Vira fell asleep between us and her head eventually dropped on my arm. I wrapped my arms around her, stroking her gently and adjusting her posture so she doesn’t wake up with a sore.

I could swear I felt Nikolai’s gaze on me but when I looked up, his gaze was focused on the screen.

I guess I was seeing things.

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Nikolai took Vira to her room and I went to mine but later that night I woke up, throat parched. The whole house was quiet which meant Niko was also asleep. Padding barefoot to the kitchen, I opened the fridge to pull out a jug of water.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

I heard a voice in the darkness.

Shit.

“I jumped, fumbling the fridge door. And that’s when I saw him with the aid of the fridge light. He was there, leaning against the counter, his eyes on me even though I couldn’t see it clearly.

Shit…he scared the shit out of me.

“I was…uhm..thirsty.” I managed to put the words together, my voice slightly croaked. “You? Working late ?” I gulped.

He pushed off the counter, taking a step into the space between us, “No…I’ve been thinking, something had been on my mind.” He whispered, and the distance between us became slightly invisible.

“What have you been thinking about?” I rasped, my throat dry, thirst not for water but for something else.

“About earlier,” He said, his voice low, a rough vibration in the quiet.

Which of it?

The slight kiss?

Or him catching me with a Dildo?

Oh shit…I’m hot…he is so close.

“The kiss.” He whispered as though he could read my thoughts.

My heart hammered against my ribs, “The ..kiss? It was an accident…We both said sorry.”

He took another step closer, close enough that I could see the intensity in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell, the way his eyes held mine…that familiar tensed look, that gently rough blush on his cheeks.

This ..this is wrong.

“That’s the thing, if it was an accident, why do I keep playing it in my head? Aevia?” He murmured, the sound of my name on his tongue. “And I’m not sorry.”

He moved closer and this time, his palm found my waist, pulling me closer until my boobs pressed his chest and our lips barely parted. “I want more, Aevia…I miss kissing you…I miss having you in my arms, do you not miss me?” He whispered, his breath against my face, his lips brushing against mine but not directly kissing me.

If torture was watching him walk down the aisle with my sister by his side while carrying his child…This would be my death.

“Niko..”

“I want to kiss you again.”

I want to kiss him too.

“Kiss me,” I said and then he lunged at me, his tongue dragged through every part of my mouth, exploring places he once visited, his palm dragged down my waist, down to my ass, cupping it intently.

An unpermitted moan escaped from me.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss broke, both of us panting, gazing at each other, hunger in our eyes.

He lowers his lips to my neck, placing warm kisses then bites that made my toes curl, that made butterflies dance in my belly.

Between my legs, I could feel myself dripping.

He turned me over, placing my hands on the counter, his groin hitting my ass.

“I miss you, shortcake, I miss us.” 

“Can I put it in?”

“Yes.”