The morning sun illuminating through the grey cotton, I did not open my eyes immediately, the light is so formidable.
I open my eyes slowly, taking in the room. It was our room, Klaus' room to be precise.
The scent of the man whose head is resting on my stomach, and his left hand on my left breast, his hot breath fanning not only my stomach, but my inners too.
His naked upper body and tatoos all over. Of which I am wearing his shirt now.
I wish for him to not wake up yet, these things he is doing to me is making me feel tingles all over.
Oh is these how it feels like to like someone?. I have seen it in a drama before, at Klaus' house in Los Angeles. Another smile appearing on my lips as the memories.of last night replays in my head. He has a fucking excellent tongue, his word,"Well, you did fucking great" makes my cheeks burn.
I smile at the thought,he was doing mad things to me. And I do not attempt to resist these.
And I do not care for anything else in the world, either he is a killer or not, a mafia ot not. Either has done bad things or not. I find peace and solace in his delicate arms.
Tracing the antler tattoo on his knuckles, that is wrapped around my boobs.
I stare at it, it looks so clear and beautiful in the light.
I admire these one. Yes!. I love all his tatoos. But I admire these one more after the Phoniex.
I am a sucker for his tatoos. Heavens help me, by his hands I shall die.
He snuggles near to me, inhaling my scent, I feel the butterflies in my stomach buckle up to start humming.
"Good morning" I greet shyly, his voice came out rather raspy and cold than expected.
"Morning. You look like tomato, Amore." He commented and I blush harder as my cheeks turn reder.
"Well, you look fucking hot in my shirt. No offense but you are too delicate to be true". Should I take that as compliment or tease?. Yep. Definitely the latter.
"Okay?" Was my response, grabbing the sheets harder as his fingers traces the thin line on his shirt on my body. Oh no, not these morning again.
I really going to scream, considering there are men_ men!.
"Your men, Klaus, the meeting you are to have these morning!". I half scream, informing him.
"Shit!" He cursed biting his lower lips, Oh that simple gesture, yep!. Definitely hot.
Without wasting time he jumped out of the bed, grabbing his grey towel from his closet, and running to the bathroom.
I stiffled a laughter.
These man, who could have thought the great Nicklaus Rosario was a sucker for female boobs, because he already forgot his own meeting.
His brain had stopped working. Yep! Definitely that.
I adjust on the bed, bushing my hair, at the front of the large mirror before me.
Not too long, he returned and pecked me on the lips.
"You go get your shower and get dressed too. You attend the meeting next to me, my queen"
His queen?.
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NICKLAUS' POV
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Never have I ever slept these late before. Especially after having a heated conversation with my father a day before.
I don't usually get a sleep whenever I I am mentally stressed. Even pills don't work for me again.
That's how fucked up my life is.
Happy that I atleast slept for 10 fucking hours straight, don't even remember the last time I woke up in my bed at 12pm. Considering I and Crystal made out last night.
I could not get off her scent from my head, hell, she smells heavenly. Like roses.
Staring at my laptop, I don't even know what I am staring at, I am trying my best to not think of her at all, but all my thinkings still round up to her. I am so fucked up.
She have me at her damn mercy.
The bathroom door opened. She walked in the closet quickly, not sparing me a glance. I smirk at that.
"Well, I am done. How do I look?." She asks innocently after her little period of dressing and making her hair. She did not even attempt a make up.
And she didn't have to. "You are fucking perfect" i compliments, in my own way. Her in these fucking red dress, her dark hair sprawled all over his body reaching her delicate waist. Oh, heavens. She would be the death of me. And I always love it when she blush's for me. For me alone. Was I sounding too possessive?. Well fuck it.
Typical Klaus.!
My subconscious scoffs.
I never ceases to with the "F" word. And I am embarrassed at the way her simple dress makes me want to bend her over on these bed and have her.
"Well, shall we?". She urges, she must have noticed my intense stare. So I cleared my throat and lead us out of the room. Me in my seemingly intimidating red suit and her in her fucking perfect red dress.
I walked in the conference room, with her on my arms, my men are busy checking out a video on the projector, hell! They must have been waiting for me. I saw Grayson's calls and didn't bother to check my texts. I know better than to check them. They could be teasing ones.
My men quickly stood up from their seats as I emerged.
I could sense the shift of atmosphere. They look intimidated.
They fuck I don't intimidate them. Then what boss am I?.
"You may seat." I start as I stood, making Crystal sit on mine. My men looked shocked,many gasps escapes some mouth and I chuckled at that.
"Well, firstly , I apologize for my lateness, as you all are aware that I preoccupied by the bussiness at hand". That been said, Arianna chuckles and I glare at her and she composed but Grayson didn't back down, he looked away from me and threw a fucking wink at my girl.
My -fucking -girl! And -she -fucking -blush.
I clench my fist at that.
I clear my throats. And I started to give out orders to my men. Purposely instructing Grayson to go watch the Russians quietly. By siding with non other than me, and making it obvious.
Yes! Pekhan would want his head, but that was better than me murdering him for making my girl blush for him.
Damn my jealousy. I don't give a shit.
I received a message on my phone and halt my conversation with my men. They nodded and I opened it only to get a message from freeking Logan stating;
"Man, quit thinking with your dick. I can see you throwing daggers at Grayson. You gotta keep cool. That aside, your girl looks so fucking hot".
I swear to fuck, I shall fucking murder Logan.
Crystal could feel the intensity of my grip on my phone, because she held my arm, standing up In the process. Oh shit I didn't mean to worry.
"Asshole. Fuck your feelings" I texted Logan back. Fuck whatever he was feeling for me.
He was the one thinking with his dick not me.
I walked out of the conference room, with Crystal in my arms, I assured her I was okay. That I have everything in control, not intending to inform her about Logan's feelings for me.
That guy is not only an asshole, he is also a creep.
Not long after, Alejandro informes me that Pekhan invites me and my woman to the ball party he is throwing in Russia.
Damn that man and his ball party.
I have no fucking choice, I need to form more alliances, especially that, these is the only time I can have to be in Russia, I am going to be busy with work. So he's, I am going to Russia, to attend Pekhan's ball party.
Dangerous or not.
My father must have asked him to do that out of his feelings. Anger.
Damn what is it with people around me having crazy feelings.
Well' fuck their feelings!