Chapter 242 - Two Hundred And Forty-two: Yearning
Niklaus' point of view
Today was D-day. And no, it wasn't the day when I kidnapped the owner of the company Nirvana but speak with him. Oh, scratch that, it was her, contrary to my belief.
Princess Reina Armani
I couldn't help but grimace at that na, hoping to God I wasn't about to deal with so spoiled young miss who has fallen for or sothing. Over the years, I've seen a lot of won try every possible tactic just to get to date them - I didn't know I was still that famous.
However I didn't have to lift a finger in chasing them off, Isabella was there to do the favor. Just a glare from her and they were sent running - after making sure to remind them that they'd be dealing with her if they dare marry .
Nevertheless, there was sothing mysterious about this particular woman. No matter how much I searched, I couldn't co up with anything-not even her photos - almost as if she was hiding on purpose.
Further details showed that her company Nirvana sprang up in less than six months and was doing marvelously well in this city. It wasn't as widespread as mine, but taking over this place wasn't an easy feat either, especially with a company that young.
I just hoped I was not dealing with royalty since her na had "Princess" attached to it hence her need to remain unidentified - those people had to be dealt with carefully.
As I dressed up, I couldn't help but feel unsettled; I had butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous and there was this strange premonition that sothing huge was about to happen.
But why? This wasn't the first ti I was having a private eting with a woman - I've done that a lot over the years. To be frank, I didn't even have this extent of disturbing feelings when I t Adam after seven years.
Talking of that man called my father, I couldn't help but notice the odd relationship between him and Eden. Upon the fact Eden was currently the new Head - a dream he fought with to achieve over the years - he was almost submissive to the man as if Adam got sothing on him. Well, that was none of my business. I had already done a huge favor by relinquishing that position, the rest is up to Eden.
I dressed up casually; donning a designer long-sleeved shirt paired with jeans and sneakers - and of course, my aviator glasses. I still had that unpleasant looking blackeye from that bastard who didn't dare to sue . He knew it was a losing case anyway, he was the first to assault .
I was the first to arrive at the restaurant which I cleared out for the rest of the day. I figured out the woman must value privacy and had to create a favorable first impression - the future of my entire sumr collection was hanging on this eting.
But when I waited close to an hour without the sign of the woman, I beca uneasy. By chance, had she forgotten that she had an appointnt with ? So I called her secretary who had set up this eting and she gave the sa reply I received an hour ago, "She's on her way"
With that assurance, I sat back and ordered a drink, deciding to while away my ti scrolling through so contents on the internet with my phone. I was so carried away by various news and information on the web that by the ti I checked my ti, I had spent another hour idly.
This ti, anger burned its way through my veins because it was now obvious to that I was being played with. Even if there was traffic on the way, thirty minutes - at the maximum - was enough to get through it. She already knew she had a eting and was supposed to have prepared beforehand.
That mont, I decided I was not going to go through with this arrangent anymore. How could I possibly change the mind of this uncultured CEO? I had already stood to my feet to leave when soone walked through the revolving door.
The first thing I noticed was a pair of fair legs in sneakers coming in my direction. Gradually, my eyes moved upwards until it rested on her face and I froze.
How was that possible? That face.
"Hi, you must be Niklaus Spencer. I'm Princess Reina Armani and it's a pleasure to et you," she stepped before , thrusting out her hand for a handshake.
That voice, how was it the sa?
That face? Though it got more defined, it was undeniably hers.
"Maya," I breathed, standing up to my feet abruptly.
She was alive all this ti? How was she alive all this ti? Oh, I'm glad she's alive all this ti.
"It's really you," tears stung my eyes, my hands going up to clasp her face- an action she was obviously not comfortable with.
"God, I missed you," I dragged her into my arms and hugged her as my tears broke free.
"Urm, Niklaus. I think we're mistaken here…"
She was still saying when I wrapped my arms tighter, resting my face in the crook of her neck which made her stiffen and cried my heart out.
It was really weird seeing a fully grown man crying on the shoulder of a woman but I didn't care. I was just full of joy, relief, guilt, and longing. I was so happy to see her.
"Alright, Mr. Niklaus," She struggled out of the hug, "This is enough. I don't know what is up with you but I'm here to... Umm,"
I must have gone crazy with happiness cause I found myself kissing her notwithstanding her protest. Her hands pushed at my chest, trying to pull away but I already countered that move by snaking an arm around her waist, molding her to .
My hand traced the contours of her hips and though, she was fuller but the feel was the sa. I kissed her fully. Mouth on mouth, tasting wine from her lips - oh wine, she never changed. She still tasted the sa. So things never change, do they?
We pulled away for air and saw the fire in her eyes. But before she could vomit the profanities from her mouth, I reclaid her lips once more, I couldn't get enough. Sothing must be responsible for this. Yearning? Yes, it must be it
This ti, my tongue invaded the interiors of her mouth, drowning in her taste, and relieving the mories of the past; recalling every mory we've spent this way.
She moaned, her protest diminishing without a trace which fueled the desire in and I ravished her.
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