Nikolas's POVMy eyes fell on that Peter person, leaning against the desk, talking with the receptionist girl. She smiled at something he said before she brought her hand forward, fixing his hat and tucking the loosened curls of his hair under it before she edged her head forward and pecked his lips quickly, both unaware of my presence.I rolled my eyes and ignored them, making my way outside the door. Some people just have it easy, don't they?I looked all around the station and the motel, I even gave the opposite side of the road a full scan. Fortounality enough, nothing looked suspicious or out of the ordinary. No one was around, just proving my instincts right. Isaac delivered his message loud and clear, and then he let me go. He saw it in my eyes that I gave up. He didn't need anything more.So, let him live with his precious heir for as long as he wants. Let him create another monster, it's not my problem anymore.I stayed outside, in case something happens, and just waited for
Natalie's POVI woke up like three hours ago, yet I still refused to leave my bed. It's the weekend and for some reason, I ended up wide awake at six a.m., not that I am able to sleep well lately anyway.I've been going through the first stages of heartbreak like a pro. I am not sleeping, I am not eating. I just lay down in my bed and think. I zone out at every passing second of the day, even during my sessions, people talk and I silence their words, my mind drifting, thinking and yearning for two specific green eyes. Always wondering what he is doing; if he is okay. Is he eating? Is he sleeping? Or is he as relentless as I am?Massie snuggled closer to my side, seeking some attention and I couldn't get myself to pet her. My gaze focused on the ceiling, lost in my own head. Day-dreaming. Thinking of what could've been, reminiscing every moment we shared, even the smallest of them.The sound of the bell ringing had me shooting up from my laying position in shock, my eyes slightly grew
Natalie's POVI got up to my feet and to the kitchen, getting a bowl and filling it with warm water. I went through the drawers, searching for a cloth and some rubbing alcohol. I could at least clean his wounds, decrease some of the risks as I wait for Malcolm to get here."You know that I could've just called for a doctor myself," Ronald said, annoyance flared in his voice as he stood by the door, arms crossed as he watched me move around and get what I need.I gathered the materials and walked back to the living room, "Well, why didn't you," I shot back, placing them on the ground as I settled by the couch's edge and started wetting the clothe with the warm water, "Because he isn't a big fan of doctors touching him, so I thought he wouldn't mind his...girlfriend doing so," Bitterness coiled his words and I turned my head around to look at him, "Well, I am not his girlfriend anymore, so you can gloat now."His eyebrow raised, a bit taken aback by the information and despite all, he d
PrologueNatalie's POVBeep. Beep. Beep.I sucked into a deep breath as my eyes drifted to the red-light flickering over the intercom system, signaling a call from my assistant. I pressed my chin over my crossed arms and sighed. What's the worst thing that could happen if I didn't answer?I'd lose a client.To hell with him. Ugh. A strand of my hair fell over my eyes, I huffed out a breath, pushing it away, too tired to untangle my arms and tuck it away.My eyes flickered to the clock hanging by the wall. My eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. Who books a therapist's appointment at freaking six pm?I have been listening to people's shitty problems from freaking eight in the morning and all I want is to go back to my flat, kick off these shoes, wear my pjs, grab a glass of wine and binge my tv series but instead I had to choose damn psychology as my major and open a clinic to deal with spoiled rich brats whose biggest problem is her weight gain paranoia.I picked up this major so I
Natalie's POVNikolas.Nikolas Viarchi. His name has a nice ring to it.Damn.Natalie and Nikolas. Nate and Nik. The two N's. Even our names fit.I snapped myself out of that dreamland and focused more on my actual job here, "How about you tell me a little about yourself first," I checked the file over my desk, "I see you haven't filled out the form yet," I still don't even know what brings him here."Like what's your job? Your age? Where do you live?" I started, "You know consider this our first date and tell me everything about yourself." I added, trying to lighten the mood but it didn't seem like he got the humor in my words."Job?" He asked, the corner of his lips pulling up, as if its funny, "You can say I own a business."Oh, him in a suit. I can build all of my fantasies over that image only.Jesus Nate, get back to yourself. So damn unprofessional."Age?" I asked."Thirty four.""Oh, great! " The words left my mouth without permission. The excitement in my tone alone gave me a
Natalie's POV"You look extra hot today," Sarah commented, her eyes narrowing as they went up and down my body, "Is this a new skirt?" She asked, her gaze flickering all over my face, "And your hair, you never let it down when you're working, and oh my god," She walked closer, her head tilting, "Is that makeup on your face?" Her eyes widened, "Since when you put makeup just for work?"Jesus, was it that obvious? Have I really neglected myself that much lately?I straightened my skirt and looked down at myself, "Yes, it's new, got it on sale, fifty percent off actually."Her eyes stayed narrowed, "Are you going on a date after work or something?" She asked, "I am getting a very bad vibe."I rolled my eyes at her and went back behind my office, "You came here to give me some files before you leave, right?"She nodded, her eyes still skeptically following me as she placed some files and papers over the desk, "Anyway, it's already six pm, won't you be leaving for your date that you are no
Natalie's POVIt's been four weeks since I first met this man.A full month.Four weeks equals twelve sessions. Twelve sessions means twenty-four hours.I've spent a total of twenty-four hours with him yet I am no way near close of figuring him out. If possible, with every session, he gets more complex and harder for me to read.He never gives me a direct answer to my questions. He is always so mysterious and full of secrets.I keep arranging the pieces of his puzzled mind together in a very wrong way and every time I mess it up, I am obliged to restart all over again.In short, this man is driving me crazy. Literally.I huffed in annoyance as I gathered my things, I placed the notepad into my purse and with one last look at my office, I turned off the lights and headed out. As I waited for the elevator, I turned my head and looked at the window outside noticing how the darkness had already blanketed the city. I scoffed, of course.Our twelfth session just ended a few minutes ago, and
"I play with the fire of my own truth, I will burn for the things I love."************Natalie's POVI watched in pure confusion and dread as he turned around and walked away, more than ready to leave. The devastation flickering in his eyes as he muttered the last sentence crushed me, it reflected how every hope he ever had was splintered, fragmented, and torn away.He did something. He has hurt someone. That's the only information I was able to grasp. Clearly, it's someone he cares about, someone close to him and his heart. A friend? A girlfriend? A family member?I have no clue. I couldn't figure out the rest.All I saw was guilt, tearing at his insides ever so slowly. I saw a mess of a man, those scares graved over his skin are alone proof of his struggle with life. The people who followed us tonight are another evidence of his dangerous, unbalanced lifestyle. He is in trouble, and he is in too deep.But what shook my core is seeing in his eyes a man who held so much hatred for hi