Nicholas's POV
Shit, what did I do?
Why the hell did I yell at her?
I don't know if I was more shocked that I yelled at her or that she yelled back.
My wife whose voice I have to strain to hear most of the time yells at me. She left me speechless.
Her dad warned me that she had a hidden side but I never figured that it would be her being a hidden firecracker. Everything about her is sweet and soft. Her golden eyes hold a tenderness I haven't seen since my childhood. Her brown hair is always lying delicate across her back.
Her delicate features are the first thing I see when I wake up. Waking up next to her every morning has been like a dream. Seeing her little button nose scrunch up in her sleep, her lips turned into a pout.
Everything about her is so sweet and gentle. I never knew she had this hidden fire in her.
Fuck!
I'm not even ashamed to admit that she looked fuckin hot yelling at me. I thought it was a myth that people would say their yelling wives were hot, but I never believed it. I mean how could being yelled at be hot?
Man was I wrong.
Seeing her in such a demanding way was so much different from how she usually acts. I don't know how many times I can say this but that was hot.
The worse thing is I don't know how to fix this. I know I need to apologize to her for taking my anger out on her but how?
It's just that more threats have been coming in about her and I still have no idea who is sending them. If I don't know who is the threat how am I supposed to protect her?
Ring Ring Ring
Great Cole is calling me.
"What!?" I bark into the phone not wanting to deal with any of his bullshit.
"What crawled up your ass and died?"
"Nothing. Why did you call me?"
"Well, I was wondering if you talked with Sera about coming to the opening tomorrow?" Since when did he have a nickname for her?
"No, I haven't. I came across a little hiccup when she came home."
"Hiccup? What do you mean by hiccup? What did you do? Oh, you fucked up didn't you, you better apologize to her right now or I'm never talking to you again." He hangs up on me. Why does he care about her so much?
This is how I can talk to her. I have a new club opening up and it would look weird if my new wife wasn't there with me. But how do I get her to listen to me?
Cleo.
I pull out my phone again finding her number.
"Hey, asshole." I roll my eyes at her usual greeting. You'd think after years of knowing her I would be used to it.
"Cleo, I need you to do me a favor."
"Are you asking me or telling me?" I could hear the smirk on her face.
"I'm telling you as your boss."
"Alright Bossman, what do you need? Is it another mission? Who do I get the displeasure of spending my evening with?" The fake excitement in her voice is not lost on me.
"No one. It's not that kind of favor."
"Oh... you're not my type but I could pretend for a night."
"Shut up. I'm going to send you something you are in charge of getting to me by tomorrow night."
"How cryptic. Is this thing important?"
"Very." I hang up on her. Every time we talk she gives me a headache. No matter how much she frustrates me she is the best. Cleo is one of my assassins. I employ multiple but she is the best, she deals with more seduction jobs than anything.
As much as I hate asking for help, especially hers, she's my best bet at getting Seraphina's forgiveness.
Running my hands across my face I breathe in deeply.
I make my way upstairs towards our room where I assume she is. I go up and see my door closed. Walking over I leaned my ear against the door like a child listening in for moving. I can hear her crying.
I knock on the door trying to give her a little bit of privacy.
"Go away." Her choked-up voice calls from. She sniffles after she speaks.
"Seraphina, please open the door." I plead while leaning against the threshold.
"No. Nicholas, you said all you need to say." I could hear the pain in her throat as she spoke.
"Seraphina, please. I- I'm sorry."
"You're sorry." She moves around and the door is yanked open. I trip over my feet a little as the door moves on me. "You're sorry! Oh well just let me forgive you then." She waves her hands around the air, still pissed. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her nose red. I can see wet tracks across her cheeks from her tears.
Her tears start up again as she looks at me.
"No."
"What?" She wipes under her eyes.
"No, you shouldn't just forgive me. I want to apologize and earn your forgiveness. I know I messed up, I know I can't expect that you will just forgive me without reason. I called you names that should never be spoken to you. I treated you unfairly and made you cry. I don't want you to give me your forgiveness I want to earn it. I want the chance to treat you like my wife and not an unwanted guest in my house."
She looked at me without saying a word. I looked at her waiting for her to slap me. I would slap myself.
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why do you care?"
"Cause your, my wife."
"Your wife that's rich coming from you. Someone who cares about their wife wouldn't call her a whore the minute she comes home after you've been ignoring me since I got here." I can't help but look down at the ground knowing what she said is true.
"I know. But please can you at least see it from my view? I don't know what I'm doing. Having a wife, someone who I can come home to. It's all new to me."
"It's new to me too."
"I know so why don't we figure this out together? We spend the entire day together tomorrow and hopefully, you can consider forgiving me." I take a small step toward her. When she doesn't move I take that as a good sign and lean forwards. I press a kiss on her forehead and step back. She looks up at me and nods.