He watched her hands as she sank the needle into his skin and pulled it out calmly; the rage on her face told him that if he did as much as breathe a little too loud, she would jab it into his head.The moment sent him back to when they were little; his mother had always been their nurse for minor injuries, well, if you could call it that.But the next thing, they were stuck on a chair in her room, knowing they would be spending the night in her cozy embrace while the others watched on, jealous.Milo was most likely to occupy the chair anyway, ending up with stitches he'd show off like a trophy, and their mother perspiring with worry behind him."Keeping such injuries to yourself? What did you do? Walk into a den?!" she muttered fiercely.If he told her what happened, there was a high chance he would be getting whooped. As long as she didn't call him President or Nikolai, he was just fine."Clara was available; you could at least walk up to her, but nope, it's all about suicide."He sm

"Do we have to begin today, Ma? can't we stay one more week?" Matteo asks; good thing he did that while choosing his bat, already knowing my answer, but I gave it to him anyway."No, baby.""If Dad was home, I'm going to have more luck with him," He groaned.If only he knew Nico was home. After a couple of days being away, being busy, of course, I was in the sitting room when his car rolled in, and I traced out his figure from the window and flew up the stairs back into the room.It was a case of not wanting him to know that I was having less sleep without him being there, and so in the room, from my window, I could see him speaking to Noah. Poor Noah was always available when needed, even deep into the night. However, I knew it was more of a Don and an assistant relationship instead of an Employer and his employee.When he began to walk into the house, I got under the sheets, my eyes closed, waiting.But he never came in, not even once, to get clothes or shower, so I was under the

And just like that, in a second, my doubt evaporated, and what remained? A heart turning gooey, holding unto him.His palm was at the back of my head, pushing me into him as he savored me like it would be his last. Pleasure and hunger messing with my head in just a single kiss.His tongue was possessive, demanding entrance, and like everything that had to do with him, I let it.Heartbeat thudded against my chest, and my fingers trembled; I curled them around his shirt, above the tuck, and pulled him further into me, my back crashing against the wall.I knew I was going to leave crumpling; I knew my lipstick would be smudged, but then I didn't care. This was my little chance to have him for the night.But when his fingers moved to the zipper of my dress, alarm seared past my head at the reminder that we were in public. My zipper moved down, and I caught my breath. Should I say something? His lips trailed further down my neck. My reaction was spontaneous; throwing back my head and par

But the next day, instead of waking up to an empty bed and feeling sorry for myself, this time, I was ready to put in the effort and dress my best for my son.They had gone to school first. The parents were to come in later, my instincts telling me Nico would disappoint; I had gone out of my way, ready to prove I could be both parents for him, even if only for a while.So instead of wearing my regular black suit to work, I wore a pair of trainers and a tracksuit, my hair in a ponytail, and my only makeup was a lip gloss. Staring at myself in the mirror, I nodded with satisfaction; I looked like I was about to run a marathon.Noah had left with Nico, so this time, I was taken by Nico's bodyguard, driving Nico when Noah was busy with me. The advantage was the car was quiet, without anyone peering at me from the rearview mirror.When I stopped in front of La Belle, I was surprised to find no journalists in sight, holding microphones and struggling to sneak past the line. Considering the

AUTHOR'S POV.When Noah stopped the car in front of the gate, Nico, sitting next to him, poked his head through the window, scanning his surroundings. When he saw the numerous cameras scattered on the fence, he smiled.Noticing Noah throwing him a concerned glance, he raised a questioning brow at his bodyguard, "What is it this time?"Noah returned his gaze to the windshield, his eyes on the high gates the car faced, "For someone who has a meeting with the candidate of the opposition party, you look dressed to kill, Boss" His slight glare fell back on the president, "You know you can't take out Alessandro, least not now,"The President shrugged before pulling out a small knife hidden between the jogger and his waist and threw it on the headboard of the car before relaxing back in his seat, "I promise you that wasn't for Alessandro. I incidentally had it in there."Noah snatched the instrument, scrutinizing it; alarm stomped on his face, "Boss, isn't this a scalpel?"Nico threw the hoo