Viola
Nikolas was not in bed when I woke up the next morning. His side of the bed was cold but his woody and musky scent was still in the air.
I put on a robe and went downstairs to look for him but I found it a little hard to walk normally because of the sting I felt between my legs.
However, it had subsided a little because of the aftercare Nikolas had given me.
Plus he'd licked my center until I passed out after we showered. That probably also helped.
When I reached downstairs, I noticed the room was squeaky clean, like Carlo's hand hadn't been cut in that very room. Nikolas was at the dinner table with a buffet of breakfast there.
He was fully dressed in a suit reading a newspaper. I was starting to think that he didn't like wearing his suit jacket or his tie.
"Good morning, splendida," he greeted me when he saw me. (Splendida - gorgeous)
"Good morning."
