The Real Owner

DIANA'S POV

"What the hell are you doing right now? He killed your father, remember?" These thoughts shook off all emotions for him.

It seemed as if my thoughts had the power to weaken his dominating aura and lessen the power of his mesmerizing eyes because even though I was still staring at them, my expression changed.

I removed my hand from his face and traced it down my skirt in search of the knife. I have always kept it in the pocket of my skirt waiting for the perfect timing and opportunity to make use of it and it looks like now is the time.

Just as my hand landed on the knife and I was about to pull it out, I heard a beep on the door and the elevator stopped moving and slowly began to open. Nicholas finally left my side and stepped out of the elevator first.

"You should continue to the next floor. I'm stopping here." He said in a calm and composed voice that I could almost swear wasn't the real Nicholas that I used to know.

He was never calm with me. He was always ver