Prologue
Natalie's POV
Beep. 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 can be able to make a difference. To help people. People with actual problems. Kids who gets bullied. Women who gets abused. Men with PTSD after military. People with actual psychological problem. I didn't pull out sleepless night before exams just so I can be someone, rich fellas pay to rant to.
Beep.
Goddamn it, Sarah.
I groaned and pressed the answering button. A frustrated sigh rumbled from my throat and I mumbled, "What?"
"The last client just called, he'll be about fifteen minutes late," Sarah answered, and I rolled my eyes. Just what I needed.
"Natalie," She added in her angelic-I-want-something-voice, "I really should go. I need to make dinner for the kids, you know Steve, he can barely boil an egg." She mumbled tiredly and I nodded, "Yeah sure, go ahead, I'll deal with the last client and close up."
"You're the best!" She said, the enthusiasm in her voice alone made me smile. I heard shuffling and mumbled, "Kiss the kids for me."
"Will do!" She said and I removed my hand from over the intercom and pressed my forehead against my crossed arms. I closed my eyes, feeling my energy drain away. Tiredness weakened my brain cells and I felt myself immediately dozing off. I sighed; a ten-minutes nap won't kill anyone.
*******
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I groaned.
Knock.
"Dad, open the door," I mumbled sleepily.
Knock.
"Dad!" I whined again.
Someone cleared his throat.
My head snapped up and my eyes went wide as I noticed the other presence in the room. I gasped.
Wait, why is there a stranger in my room?
Wait, why am I sitting instead of laying down?
Wait...this is not my room.
Oh shit.
I blinked, kicking the haziness away and fixed my hair before my eyes registered the figure standing by my office's door.
My gaze first caught the eyes confusingly staring back at me.
Woah.
His eyes...I blinked, they...they weren't any plain green eyes.
Excuse me, sleepiness made me a little bit poetic but his eyes, they reminded me of a forest. The kind of earthy green that revives the grass after a cruel, unforgiving winter. Interwoven shades hiding the chaotic nature behind. Never have I seen eyes that held such danger and beauty all at once.
If I had to describe him based on his eyes only; I'd say he is like a wildfire: reckless, untamed, yet undeniably captivating.
A few strands of his hair fell over his forehead. Hair so black, like prominent ink. Hair so soft. I should ask him what shampoo he uses.
Perfect eyebrows drew closer, the sharp jaw covered with a light stubble tightened.
I shook myself out of my daze and cleared my throat, "Uh," I cleared my throat again, "Uh, the modeling agency is in upper floor," I mumbled, pointing my finger to the ceiling.
Oh, it's one of the advantages to have my clinic in the same building as the modeling agency. Eye-candies everywhere and this man, well, he looked like he walked out of a magazine.
His eyebrows drew even closer, he blinked and confusingly asked, "Dr. Blake?"
Oh, his voice. Fuck.
I gulped and nodded, "You're here to see me." I said, realizing he's the new client.
"Why always the hot ones are the messed-up ones," I mumbled to myself as I straightened my back.
"Excuse me?" He questioned.
I shook my head and flashed him the fakest smile, "Sorry, I just had a long day." And you had to make your appointment at freaking...seven pm. What the hell?
"You're late!"
Hot but not punctual. Such a turn off.
He licked his lips and I sighed; such a turn on.
"Something came up." He said as he made his way forward and seated himself down.
My brows pulled together, "Well, if we're gonna be seeing each other more often, then we should definitely make your appointment way earlier," I shook my head, "I don't function after five pm."
"But I am not available before five."
My lips pursed out as I thought it through, "We gonna have to figure that out."
Something flashed across his eyes and he shook his head, "You know what, seems like our schedules doesn't fit," He got to his feet, way too excited, "Thanks for your time," He smiled, so fake, still so hot...
He started to walk away, and I stared at his back dumbfounded, "Uh, wait, wait-" I got up and he stopped. A harsh breath left him before he turned around and gave me an impatient questioning look.
The psychologist in me started to wake up, "I said we can figure out a way to arrange our appointment," My eyebrows slightly pulled together, "But you seem way too eager to get this done with."
I remembered how he is not the one who booked the appointment, "You don't wanna be here." I added, in realization. Someone is forcing him.
Hmm...interesting.
He nodded his head, "You caught me," His words were void and empty. He let out another breath before his fingers raked through his black hair, pushing the strands from over his forehead away, "Look, if whoever called you for this, calls again, can you just tell him that I came and everything worked out."
"I really don't wanna do this and believe me," He added, stressing at the words, "You don't want this either."
Well, well, you are making me more curious, buddy.
"Who wants you to have therapy?" I asked. It was a male who called. A father? A friend? A brother, maybe?
He hesitated at first, "My...friend." He answered.
Oh, don't tell me he is gay. Well then, the male species are so damn lucky to have him.
"And why don't you want this?" I asked, "If your...friend thinks you need therapy then maybe you actually do." I added, "This could help you."
He shook his head, "No, it won't." He sounded so sure.
"I am kinda offended." I answered, matching his confidence, "Are you questioning my methods?"
He shook his head again, "It's not you."
"Then what is it?" I asked, intrigued, "I could really help you."
He smiled, it was small, barely noticeable, "It's because I am beyond help."
Oh man, I am pretty sure god has sent this guy specially for me. Going to church every Sunday has finally paid out.
"Lucky for you, I don't believe in that." I shook my head, "No-one is ever beyond help."
His body was facing the door but at my words, he turned around, facing me now. His eyes made full contact with mine, he seemed to be more focused, interested. It signaled that he is actually listening.
"Why don't you just give this a chance," I started, trying to persuade him, "I mean I waited for you long after my usual working hours," My eyebrow raised, "You look like a gentleman who wouldn't make this wait go to waste, right?"
He glanced at the door for a second, as if contemplating his chances of just running away and never having to face me again.
I noticed the bob in his throat, the hard swallow, how his right hand went to the side of his neck, and he scratched it.
That's when I noticed the scar running from under his hair, to the side of his neck and it disappeared right under his shirt.
My heart knocked it up a notch and excitement pumped through my blood. He's a man with a story.
A story worth telling. The kind that I'll have to discover on my own. He doesn't seem to be the straightforward type. I'd just have to patch him up together, piece by piece.
A low sigh parted his lips and he nodded, "I guess you're right."
A satisfactory smile crawled up my lips before I took my notepad into my hands and circled my way around the desk.
I sat down on the chair and pointed toward the couch facing it, "Have a seat first."
I am always known as a very good profiler. It's what made me good at my job. The best in my field, actually.
So, if I have to describe this guy just based on his body language. I'd say troubled. Tortured. In pain. And on the verge of giving up.
On hesitant steps, he walked closer and seated himself across of me.
He raked his fingers through his hair, he is nervous, it's obvious, "So how does this work exactly?"
"Have you been to therapy before?"
He paused for a second, "Kind of."
Vague. His answers, they're so vague.
"How about we start this, step by step?" I asked, the pen tightly held between my fingers, more than ready to write down this man's story.
He nodded so I asked the first most obvious question, "How about we start with your name," I smiled as I checked my schedule and read his last name, "Mr. Viarchi."
He leaned backward a little, I felt him trying to get more comfortable.
His eyes focused on mine, he doesn't seem to be afraid of eye contact at all, his gaze is strong, daring, the total opposite of his body language.
"Nikolas," He answered, "The name is Nikolas."
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
Nikolas's POVFrom the moment I knew he came into this life, I was fully aware of the fact that I am no way near ready to see him.I didn't want to. I just can't.But now, as my eyes fell onto his little body all tucked up to hers, I just wished, if only for a fleeting second, she'd turn him around and I can get the chance to finally see his face.The thought alone had anxiety gripping me by the throat. My heart was beating so fucking hard I was sure it was going to hammer right through my chest."What are you doing here?" Were the first words leaving Cara's mouth, her jaw tightened and the fear in her eyes got replaced by something so fierce as her hand protectively hovered over his frail small body, as if scared I may just snatch him away.Does she not know that I'd never do that?That if I wanted to, I would've done it a long time ago.That I can't even master the courage to look at his face, or into his eyes. Because I know, I am sure, that hell would break loose after. It could e
Nikolas's POVMy eyes traveled from the beer in my hand to Alex beside me. He took his last chug and placed the can aside, his eyes on the TV. He somehow decided to drop by unannounced as he always does and I've been contemplating on how to tell him what happened."Okay, what's up with you?" He asked with a loud sigh, his eyes drifting from the TV, all of his attention now on me.I shrugged, "What?"His eyebrows pulled closer, "You keep looking at me, and that kind of scares me, what do you want? Or what did you do?" He added, suspiciously, "You did something, didn't you?"I sighed and leaned forward in my seat, my eyes anywhere but at him, and told him what's on my mind, "Lilly saw me," I mumbled.When he didn't reply, my gaze drifted back to him. He stared at me confused, "Saw you? When?"Okay, he doesn't look angry. That's a good start."I dropped by your place a couple of days ago, I wanted to talk to you about something, and then-" I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face, "She saw
Natalie's POVFrom the moment I opened my mouth and said those words out loud, Nikolas decided to keep silent. He didn't give me any reaction, just like I expected him to. He looked right ahead of him as he started the engine and pulled off into the street.The ride to his house was silent, he loved the silence. I always noticed how annoyed he gets every time I try to open a new conversation. As much as the thought of annoying him felt appealing at the moment, something about the energy radiating off him had me deciding against triggering him.I've seen a different side of him today.A man who kills for a living, and who enjoys it quite well.Still, I didn't feel scared or the least threatened by him. Maybe it was me being naïve, or just the psychologist in me who saw much more behind that hard surface.The ride to his house took longer than I expected, he really wasn't kidding when he said no one knows where he lives. We took turns after turns, going to a part of the city that I've n
Natalie's POV"So," I started, breaking the odd uncomfortable silence in the car, "As I expected, you didn't attend our sessions the last week because I kissed you, isn't it?"He turned his attention from the road to me, confused at my out of the blue question and my eyebrow raised, calling him out on his bullshit. He said it wasn't the reason yet just an hour ago Alex exposed his lie.He just gave me a shrug, like he couldn't bother to even explain it. I shook my head and turned my attention to the window beside me, "You're unbelievable," I mumbled under my breath, "You knew that was part of our fake-date experiment, so there was no need to make a big deal out of it." I was half-telling the truth, half-lying.As usual, he didn't give me any answer or even a reaction.I huffed out an annoyed breath at his lack of words and turned back to him, "If I repel you that much, then why did you kiss me last night?"His jaw ticked.Oh yeah, I am so playing with fire and yeah, I totally like it.