Chapter 26 You! 3

The steam from the in-built pool filled the entire room and overwhelmed her. She sat in heat and steam with her eyes closed and her head resting backward. That night replayed in her shut eyes as she remembered the touch of his skin. The look on his face. The intensity in his eyes. His deep daring voice.

What the fuck?

Who does he think he is?

Why am I thinking about Nicholas Alviero Ross?

Her eyes slid open as she swam out of the water holding the stairs support iron as she climbed out of the pool. She took a robe from the tons that were carefully folded neatly and started walking towards the door.

She walked into her room cleaning her wet hair nonchalantly with the pure white soft towel she held as she sat on the bed. All she thought of was the man she was going to meet again. Something was not right. She had a hunch that this meeting was going to be disastrous. This was the first time she was going to meet with someone that somehow affected her and she was going to be alone with him.

That proud jerk fucking affected her.

She remembered his words one by one as she felt a certain type of shiver. She loves a challenge and his personality tugs that part of her.

I will be seeing you, Mr. Ross.

She stood up and walked into her closet putting on her most comfortable pajamas. After a few minutes, she strolled out, making her way to the bed as she climbed it relaxing her back on the extraordinarily soft pillows behind her.

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In Nicholas Ross's estate.

For the first time in his entire life, he couldn't shut his eyes even for a second. He laid down on his large bed thinking of her. What could she possibly want to talk about? Why did she suddenly reach out to him? Even if he doesn't know her reason, does it even matter? She is going to be right in front of him and he is going to treasure every moment with her. She will be his.

This thing he has for her would never go away until he has her, it had become an obsession. All his life, he had always gotten what he had ever wanted and he is used to it.

He stood up from the bed restlessly sitting up, he stretched his hands towards the in-built mini fridge on the wall just beside his bed and tapped the button effortlessly, taking out a bottle of water as he drank, trying to chill out a bit. He emptied the bottle tossing it in frustration.

This was the first time he had encountered sleeplessness and it was all because of her. Why can he not get her off his mind?

Damn it!

She has also deprived him of sleep too?

Great!

Just one woman has turned his fucking world upside down, controlled his heartbeat, occupied his fucking thoughts, taken his eyes, stripped him out of control, and made him desire her like she owned his entire world.

This is it. This is how it all ends.

He is done for. Zhavia Mckay is going to be the end of him. She will be the end of the all-powerful Nicholas Alviero Ross.

He found himself on the couch as he laid down on his back. His eyes were shut and his arm covered them.

It is just a meeting.

What could possibly go wrong?