All Chapters of The Crime Lord's Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Warning: R-18 content. Reader discretion is advised. A month had passed since that evening. Life with Nikolai had fallen into an intoxicating rhythm. Every morning, he would drive her to his private office downtown, his hand resting casually on the steering wheel, the other occasionally brushing against hers up to her just to see her blush. He made sure she ate, worked, rested, and stayed close. His office had an adjoining private suite. The first day, he caught her doodling on a napkin, and the next, he’d cleared out an entire room and brought in a drafting desk, sketching paper, and art supplies. "You can work here," he’d said, standing behind her with his hands in his pockets. "Until I’m done with my meetings." She had tried to protest but he silenced her with one of those looks, the kind that melted her into silence every time before stealing a kiss from her leaving her speechless. Now, a month later, she had grown used to being around him, the scent of his cologne when he

The clock on the wall ticked softly in the silent room. Isabella sat curled up on the couch in Nikolai’s private office, a sketchbook open on the table before her and a pencil held idly in her hand. For the past hour, she had been staring at the same half-finished dress design. She couldn't bring herself to concentrate anymore, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Nikolai was late again! It had been happening all week. He would drive her to the office before leaving, his voice low, barely a whisper promising to return soon. But 'soon' always became hours. Since he had warned her about walking around, she had always missed lunch. She had only taken lunch once since the beginning of the week, and even when he came back he didn't seem to care anymore. There was a tremendous change in his personality that even a blind person could see at a distance. He had failed to come home twice, and in those days he'd only send Roman to send her home very late in the night, like he had even forgo