Chapter 115 Mistake

He could feel her breath on his neck, her scent, her arms around his neck, and the tugging in his belly increased by ten. What this woman did to him was unimaginable and sincerely unbelievable. His heart thudded heavily, and his body reacted in some kind of way as he held her. He wanted to feel her skin on his to be able to satisfy this sudden feeling he felt, and the only thing hindering his skin from hers was the clothes they wore— suddenly they had become his number one enemy.

The moment they approached his room, her heart rate increased to the highest pace. The thought of what had happened earlier stroke her hard and she started imagining what he would do now that there is a bed. She would just give in because on a personal note, she is powerless when it comes to him. She knows what he does to her, and knows the effect he has on her. She knows what she does to him too. She also knows that they are undeniably attracted to each other, like the rate at which they desire each other is massive. Allowing him in the room with her would be like keeping a hungry lion with a deer, and she is not up to that game just yet.

She is not the kind of woman that desires a man and throws her body at him just because of some undeniable emotion. She is a woman of dignity and diligence. She has her own principles. Just one kiss from a guy wouldn't make her go insane and forget everything she is known for.  Right?

He walked into the room dark room with her still in his arms. This brought goosebumps to zhavia's skin and made her wonder all over again; just what kind of mystery is hidden behind this mysterious man? How can a person stay so secluded and away from people?— okay, don't answer that.

Why does he love freezing places? Why does he stay in a dark room? Immediately he placed her gently on the bed, he was up. It was a very swift movement. He didn't want to bother her anymore. He didn't want her to feel tense and didn't want to put too much pressure on her. He just wanted her to feel natural and normal again. Whatever it is going on between them, he wanted to take it slow, he wanted to make her feel comfortable because, at the end of the day, she is going to be the woman for him. She is the woman for him.

"Get some rest now". He spared a glance at her again when she called him back with her unexpected question.

"Where are you going?"

Wow, zhavia, just wow.

All the thoughts she had a couple of minutes ago had been rendered futile and forgotten. The question she asked herself had also been answered too. She will and can go insane over this man in front of her. There is no way she is going to let him go just like that.

This question also took him unaware too, he didn't know what to say, she just asked out of the blue. Fucking hell, this woman is going to murder him tonight. She is going to make him lose it completely. "To the other part of the room". He concluded. His voice was low, his eyes wandered everywhere but on her, his beautiful peach color lips were straight— that glorious soft lips he kissed her senseless with. She remembered the kiss and her face turned red all over again. He looked like the god of sex right now. He was smoking hot and he didn't even realize how much he was roasting her at this point.

Keep it together zhavia.

Just because he's soul blazing damn hot doesn't mean you're going to lose it. Right?

Keep it together woman.

"Do you need something?" He asked wondering why she had stopped him. He saw the look in her eyes and his dick hardened to it. Just a look from this woman was basically driving him to the moon. She looked at him with those lust-filled eyes and he lost his senses. He realized that she wanted this too. Does she want to talk about this? Does she want to also tell him that she felt exactly the same about what just happened?

"I-i I can't sleep just yet". She managed.

Really? 

Really? Zhavia?

That is your damned excuse?

 God this man was going to be the end of her. It was as if her head was playing the direct opposite of every word she wanted to say from her mouth. She wanted to tell him to go but her stupid mouth asked him to stay. It was as if she wasn't in control of her own lips anymore.

His eyes were on her this time. He couldn't help it. He knew that he was eventually going to fall for it and there is nothing he can possibly do about it because as of now, she basically owned his entire being. Her eyes were on him too. "Do you want me to stay?" This woman had clearly made him a weak mess. He becomes powerless when it came to her and sometimes he wonders why.

How the hell does she command his emotions like this? How the hell does she make him crazy and head over heels with just her eyes? How the hell does she make his soul surrender like it has no purpose? For fuck's sake he is Nicholas freaking Ross. He should be the one making her surrender, he should be the one doing things to her.

She wanted to tell him no, she wanted to tell him to go, but once again, her mind directed the completely opposite of what she wanted to say and delivered it like she wanted to say it to him. She nodded slowly and his heart jolted like it had seen its savior.

He smiled and her heart stopped.

'Take me' her senses screamed. 'touch me'  her body ached and before she knew what was happening, her hand gestured to the bed for him to seat down right next to her.

That is a dangerous move zhavia, wake the fuck up.

Left brows raised to her action.

Does she fucking want me to sit on the bed?

He wanted this, fucking hell he wanted her, but this is madness. This is tempting his control on another level and for the first time in his life, he doubted himself. He doubted that he would be able to control himself when he settles right beside her.

He hesitated and shook his head. "I don't think that is a good idea. You should just go to sleep". He turned his back around to exit the room as the words she spoke out of her mouth stripped him of breath.

"I agree". She blurted. She didn't even know what she was doing anymore but she just wanted this man to be hers before the break of dawn. She was fed up with being afraid of her emotions. Maybe, just maybe, if she chased it, it would stop chasing her and eating her slowly.

"What?" He managed, still confused about why he couldn't breathe as he waited for her to clarify his thoughts.

"I agree to your terms and conditions, Nicholas". Her voice was low and calm, in a surrendering type of way. 

His head was spinning. It was as if he was dreaming. He couldn't believe it. Did she just agree to be his goddess? Did she just agree to run his empires with him? To be tagged as his? Did she just indirectly tell him to claim her?

His mind was blank. He was still trying to process this but his eyes were on her, never leaving her face.

She saw the excitement in them— something she had never seen before. She saw pure joy. All of his emotions were just in his eyes but his facial expression was blank.

He didn't know what she thought. He didn't know her aim because the woman he knows would never ever agree to his terms and conditions. Zhavia is a proud being just like him so, she wouldn't be that indecisive to agree with him. Did she agree to it because she wanted to leave by all means? Did she not want to stay with him anymore because she feels unsafe? Had he made her uncomfortable?

He approached her slowly. His steps were far from fast and he looked damn grim. "What brought about the change of heart?" — he is the king of honesty alright, and don't you forget it.

She didn't understand. Wasn't this what he wanted? Didn't he want her to agree to his terms? Didn't he just ask her to be his empress? Is he going back on his words? Does he not want her anymore?

Her thoughts wandered. She was so confused.

Had she made a mistake?

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