It was nearly 7 in the evening when Nicholas walked through my door. His hair was a mess, sweat was coating his features, and his face morphed to show the relief he felt when he spoted me perched on the end of my bed reading a book. “Why did you even come here? I meant for you to go back to my place,” he said.I watched impassively as he placed his briefcase down on the floor before crawling onto the bed beside me but I didn’t say anything. “I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry,” he pleaded.When he met my eyes, I knew that he meant his words but that didn’t make me any less upset about what had happened. “You were not supposed to find out like that..." he started but I interrupted him. “How was I supposed to find out then?” I asked and he winced at my harsh remark, and that made me to recoil instantly. “I know I shouldn’t be mad because we weren’t together when it happened, but..." This time he was the one to interrupt me as he said, “No, you should be mad. You have every right to
A trace of a smile flickered across his face as he watched me take this in. “I am sorry about Sarah. And I am also sorry about all those women, but they are in the past now, Ophelia. I can’t change the past, not even if I want to.” I shuffled upright so our faces were now inches apart. I could almost see the electricity crackling in the air as I licked my lips. His eyes darkened at the action, and I smirked before my expression turned serious again. “So you mean that have never felt anything more than physical attraction towards a woman before? You have never been in love?” I asked.I knew that he had told me the answer to this but at the same time, I just couldn’t quite grasp how it could even be possible. “No," he replied and I looked away. How could that be? I really wanted to ask him but I refrained from doing so. “I don’t believe love is as easily achieved as people think. I think… I think you can say ‘I love you’ as much as you want but it doesn’t mean anything when you get
NICHOLAS ONE WEEK LATER I stared straight through the woman standing opposite me, feigning interest as she delivered a speech about something likely unimportant and not worth my attention. I had mastered the art of appearing like I was listening over the years that I had been working in business. I sighed as my financial advisor placed a hand on her jutted hip and inhaled a sharp breath before she went on. I ran a finger over my bottom lip as I wondered for a moment if this week would ever draw to an end because of how long it had stretched out for. It had been really draining, even much more than ever, yet nothing particularly eventful had occurred. Well, that was if I was excluding the inevitable, which was the end of Ophelia and I's relationship. I tried to dismiss my thoughts of her as soon as they came to my mind, but still, just as I had expected, the feeling hit me: the miserable and undeniable pain I always felt deep in my chest. It had been there since last week and it ju
NICHOLAS l looked deeply into her eyes as I asked about her passion for writing and reading, searching for something, anything behind them that could enlighten me, but she gave nothing away. She didn't give off a vibe like she had been hurt in her life. She was perky and confident and talked freely for minutes on end about her college and work experience, but I had a feeling that it could just be a facade. Kind of like the way I was.My laptop repeatedly buzzed with notifications as we spoke and eventually, I was forced to press the mute button; a very dangerous thing for someone with my power to do. Soon I noticed the professional wall she had built up for herself finally began to crumble. She started to look uncomfortable, as she began to shift her weight from side to side, and her eyes were barely even hiding her anxiousness. Why was she so skittish? I wondered.With an apprehensive sigh, I shut my laptop. Her eyes were wide and alert once more as I placed my elbows on the tabl
NICHOLAS I was dripping with sweat and coated in dust by the time we headed back to the car. It turned out that the plot of land Brian mentioned was literally a plot of land with grasses, mud, a few dying shrubs and nothing else. I genuinely didn't think that those types of barren and undeveloped plots still existed in the metropolitan area, but lo and behold, there it was. I also noticed that the unexpected humidity of November was clearly not agreeing with me, but after downing a few bottles of water, I eventually managed to look decent once more. I realized now that we would have to build the entire warehouse from scratch if we were to pursue this deal, but Cole knew as well as I did, that we had a large amount of money heading our way, anyway, and it was owed to us by Ms Taylor's extravagant assistant, so it wouldn't be damaging in the slightest if we did so. Never break a contract with Kendrick Incorporation if you knew what was good for you. Well… unless you were Ophelia Mor
NICHOLAS Ten days. I waited for ten whole days. I was more restless by the hour, I fired more people by the minute and I broke more things by the second. In fact, everything was absolute agony for me. But I managed to go through it all. I forced myself to wait until her special day. November 20th was her birthday, and that was something I easily remembered from her resumé. And that day was also today. I sat fidgeting in my car for at least half an hour before I finally found the courage to drive to her apartment. I arrived much sooner than I would have liked, clutching onto the gift I got for her for dear life as I left my car. God, I hope she likes it, I thought.I knew that it made up for nothing, and I wouldn't even blame her if she slammed the door in my face the moment she saw me but I just couldn't show up uninvited and with no gift. I had everything I wanted to say to her in my head for days now, but it all vanished the moment her tell-tale apartment door came into view. I
OPHELIA "Right, and that is all?" I said, somehow shielding the hope in my voice well enough that he didn't detect it. There was another moment of silence, and I realized that I was still holding Nicholas's present in my hand so I stared at it. Why would he even bring me a present? I asked myself."Please open it," he said and I noticed that his voice was quiet and pleading. I glanced up. "Then I will leave." "Fine," I agreed.A flicker of a smile appeared on his face, and my heart fluttered in response. Wow, it was still there. "Ophelia!" There was a pounding on the door and I let out an irritated sigh before I spoke to Nicholas. "Stay for the gift opening, and then..." I trailed off as the thought of him leaving my life once more brought pain to my heart even after weeks of coming to terms with the end of our relationship. As he nodded solemnly, I finally opened the door and stepped into the living room once more. Everyone's eyes were on us as we finally joined the circle fo
OPHELIA “Are you sure?" "Yes, Rianne," I repeated one more time as I wiped at my nose and tossed the tissue down the toilet. "They were really happy tears?" she asked.I paused for a moment, staring at my puffy face in the mirror with something close to disdain before I spoke. "Well, more like shocked and happy tears at the same time," I said.She sighed and placed her hands on her hips which were very visible in the skin tight, silver dress she was currently putting on. "Well, now I feel bad for kicking the asshole out," she said and I giggled, and the action was very refreshing after crying. "No, it is okay,” I said and she raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing that as I cleared my throat and hurriedly readjusted my dress before I followed her out. "Why do you still have your coat on?” she enquired, and I made a comment about not really having a spare moment to take it off before I finally stripped it off and she gasped.She waggled her eyebrows as I hung it up with the rem