Chapter 14

Diamond’s POV

Since Nicholas told me that we would be having dinner at his family home, I have been restless. I haven't even spent time with or properly stayed with his family. I don't know what they are like. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous right now.

Nicholas said he married me because of his mom, but he put up all those facades just to make it look real. What if it's the same with his parents? Honestly, I can't describe how I feel. I shook my head, shrugging off the thought of them not liking me.

Time is running out; if we are about to go and I'm not yet ready, Nicholas wouldn't like it for sure. I have already taken my shower as I begin to explore every nook and cranny of the wardrobe.

I needed to wear something that would look sexy and appealing, at least to catch Nicholas's glance! Tch, he won't fall for me? Well, we will see about that. I took out a black dress as I hummed songs.

Running my eyes through the dress, it had a backless design; it wasn't really my thing, so I placed it back. I kept on repeating the same process; I was almost getting frustrated before my eyes came to a beautiful turtleneck knee-length red dress.

Made of tiny hands and luxurious silk. I took it out, admiring the beauty of the dress. I flipped it over, checking it out. “Perfect …..” I muttered with a warm smile. I didn't waste any more time as I wore the dress. I stared at the mirror with a steady grin.

The dress gave me everything I wanted; it highlighted my hourglass figure and also showed my sexy shoulders. I let out a sly grin and took a seat to do a little makeup on my face. I wasn't an artist, but I know how to make myself look gallant and beautiful.

I packed my hair into a ponytail after the makeup, and without wasting much time, I wore my heels, took my diamond pause, and stepped out to meet Nicholas. I should let him know I'm ready for the dinner. I walked down the hallway to Nicolas’s room.

His room wasn't in any way far from mine; it was just three or five metres away. I was about to place a knock when my eyes caught him adjusting his tie since his door was a little open and I could see what he was doing.

He adjusted his tie as everything replayed in slow motion for me. He was so damn cute. I couldn't even knock again. I stood there, staring at him with longing eyes. My eyes darted over to his trousers; that baby between his legs was staring at me.

I won't mind having them in my mouth, just like that night we met. It tasted so delicious and nice. As I stood there, lost in thoughts, the memories of that night came flooding back. I couldn't help but envision his hands on my skin, which sent shivers down my spine.

I wanted him, and I wished we could have each other. My eyes fluttered closed, getting lost in the fantasy and anticipation. Just as I was getting swept away, a voice came through, shattering my illusion.

“What are you doing?” It asked, and I got startled, forcing my eyes open in shock and embarrassment. My gaze locked, with Nicolas staring at me in disdain. The embarrassment was so heavy that I stumbled backwards and missed my steps.

About to crash onto the hard floor, Nicolas gripped my waist, helping me back to my feet. We stayed in that position for a while, staring at each other speechlessly. “Becoming a stalker now?” Nicholas asked, breaking the silence.

His upper lip curled into a sneer as he let go of my waist. "Mmmmmm.” I cleared my throat, not having anything to say. “I …..” I stuttered. Nicholas didn't bat an eye at me as he shook his head and walked back into his room.

“I'm not!” I echoed, making sure he would hear my voice. “I just came to let you know I was done.” I stressed the last words. Yeah, it was true, but why did it feel like a lie? I snapped my eyes shut, humiliation washing over me as I slowly bit my lips.

He already knew I was drooling over him. What was the essence of the lie? It just made it worse. I hissed and walked downstairs to wait for Nicolas. Of course, he would try to act like he was the most caring husband today.

What an asshole! “Omg! Debra, you are looking so stunning. Gurlllll.” Neymar applauded, snapping me out of my thoughts as a little blush crept into my lips. “Oh neymar. You are exaggerating, but thank you,” I muttered, shooting him a grateful smile.

"Oh, come on, Debra. I'm not in any way. I mean it. Looking like 10/10. No, that's an understatement. 100/10!” Neymar praised me warmly, and I couldn't control the steady smile on my cheeks.

“Thank you!” I exclamied. “Has Nicolas seen you yet?” He whispered, glancing around to make sure he wasn't in space. A disappointing sigh fled my lips as I nodded. Neymar already saw the flat look on my face.

“Oh common, cheer up, Debra. I'm sure he would be begging you one day." He said it convincingly, giving me a smile. “Gossiping about me now, huh?” We heard his voice as we turned our heads to see him standing on the last stair with a cold demeanour as usual.

I haven't gotten over the embarrassment from earlier, as I turned my eyes away, swallowing air down my throat. “Let's go…” Nicholas murmured, taking steps closer to me.

He brought his arms for me to link with him: “Compose yourself; I wouldn't know if mom kept a spy here." He whispered, making me heave a sigh. How long do we have to pretend? How I wish it would turn into something real.

“Fine…” I said it slowly. “Let's go, honey!” I increased the intensity of my voice, making sure everyone in the house heard it. Neymar burst into mocking laughter.

“Relax….” Nicolas muttered with an eye roll. I guess I overdid it as I pressed my lips together. We went outside, and Nicholas even opened the car door for me. Even though he was pretending, a little smile did cross my lips as I stepped into the car.

Neymar entered the room. He was coming with us since it was family dinner. Nicolas quietly drove the car until we got to his family mansion. It took about thirty or forty minutes to drive. Nicolas stepped down and opened the car door for me as I walked down with elegance.

We linked arms and started moving into the family home. We were still walking in, and I heard screams coming from Neymar's direction as he ran and hugged someone.

“Ivan! You came home!” He shouted, and I furrowed my brows. Who was he? My eyes darted to Nicholas to see that he was smiling too. “Yes, I did. I wanted it to be a surprise. The guy grinned, answering the question.

He walked towards me and Nicolas, diving into his embrace. “Hey there, man! I'm home!” He announced this, sharing an embrace with Nicholas. I twitched my lips, not saying anything. I was kind of worried if Debra knew him in the past because I have no idea who the hell he is.

After the greeting with Nicholas, he turned to me. “Debra! I heard you had an accident. I'm so sorry. Thank God you were safe,” he said, and I smiled blankly. “Yes, thank God.” I replied flatly.

“You look more beautiful than ever now.” He complimented me, and I muttered, “Thank you.”

“Look who's here. It's my sons and Debra." We all heard Mrs. Don's voice, Nicholas's mom, as we turned to her. She was walking into the living room with a huge grin. She walked towards us and gave Neymar a hug.

She skipped the Ivan guy; it seems they had already met. She approached us after Neymar. “Debra, you look so beautiful!” She applauded, scanning me from head to toe with her eyes.

“Thank you,” I whispered as she held me by both arms. “Nicolas is so lucky to have you." She spoke with confidence, and I was battling with the urge to voice out that he wasn't.

“I know, right?” Nicolas responded with a pretentious smile, slowly caressing my cheeks. I shook my head in disdain at his pretence, forgetting my deal with Nicolas.

“Are you okay?” Mrs. Don quickly showed her concern. I totally forgot that they were all staring.

“I'm feeling a little pressed; can I use the restroom?” I spoke out, finding an excuse right away.

“Sure. It's on your left. Hurry up. We will be waiting for you at the table,” Mrs. Don said, pointing her hands in the right direction. I needed to breathe in and out and compose myself, or else my emotions might get ahead of me and ruin everything.

I walked away and found my way into the bathroom. I kept my pause and stared at myself in the mirror. “Compose yourself, diamond,” I warned myself while staring at the mirror.

I was still inhaling deep breaths as I felt someone slowly grip my waist from the back, hugging me. My eyes widened, unable to fathom who it was.

“I have missed you so much, Debra. How is our baby?” He asked, and I flinched. 'what baby?