Chapter 5

~NIKLAUS'S POV~

I wake up wincing from the bright light that shines into my room from the window. I slowly turn to my right to look at the clock and I heave a sigh when I see it's already past 12. I place my head on the bed and turn to my other side hoping to find the beauty from last night but her spot is empty. I narrow my eyes in confusion, where has she gone? Just like every other hook up that I have had, I expect to find her still overstaying her welcome on my king-sized bed but this one's absence is strange. Please don't tell me she has gone into my kitchen to start the duty of a house wife.

I manage to sit up while groaning. My head is still pounding from the drinks I had last night and this light is still making it worse. Just as I'm about moving out of my bed to close the blind, my assistant beats me to it. I stare at Carlos and frown.

"When did you come in?" I ask running my hand through my rough hair.

"30 minutes ago, Sir." He answers me before shifting his oversized glasses.

"What is it?" I ask still frowning hard.

Carlos turns to me holding on to his briefcase like they are his life. "Your mother wants to see you at once, she asks for your presence at the house immediately."

Oh please, what does the witch want this time?

"I am busy, I can't come." I frown harder while my head keeps pounding. "Get me a hangover cure, Carlos."

Carlos nods before he walks over to get me hangover drink which I quickly collect from him. The thought of going to that house to see the witch is making my hangover more serious.

"She is not happy, Sir." I hear Carlos say and from the way he sounds, I am sure he must have already gotten an earful from her. Is she ever happy?

I heave a sigh and after drinking the hangover drink, I turn to him. "Fine, I have heard you." 

Now back to that girl, where has she gone? As I am about saying something, I hear a knock on the door and I turn to it. That should be her.

"It's butler Stevenson, Sir Niklaus."

It's not her?

"What is it?" I ask quickly.

Butler Stevenson walk inside, "Your lunch is ready, Sir." He announces.

"Butler Stevenson, I need you to handle Camille."

"She's not here anymore sir, she has left." He answers.

I arch an eyebrow, "What do you mean she has left?" I ask in confusion. 

"She left so hurriedly that she didn't even eat anything Sir."

Wait, what? That's absurd. I have had so many hookups and have even lost count but none of them would just leave like that without either trying to force themselves on me because of my money or try to play the uncalled girlfriend role. I would most times have to force them out of my house.

"Are you sure you know who I am talking about? She's brown skinned, tall, she has really pretty brown smoky eyes with a long black hair and..."

"I know exactly who you are talking about Sir. She left so quickly that she even tried to refuse being dropped by the driver."

That doesn't make any sense. "Are you sure she's not hiding somewhere in the house? Probably buried in the heated pool at the..."

"I watched her leave, Sir. She's not here."

This is new. I know I should I be glad that she has saved me the trouble of having meaningless conversations after a hook up but she sneaking off like that, does not make any sense at all and it's surprising to me. I was expecting her to start thinking of making our hook up to a regular thing or probably start trying to become my girlfriend just like the others. Who doesn't want to be known as Niklaus McDonalds's girlfriend? It's not possible that she does not know who I am.

I was even planning on taking her to the most expensive jewelry shop and getting the most expensive jewelry she could lay her hand on just in case she would give me a hard time by refusing to leave but she sneaked out on me? Who the fuck does she think she is? 

Thinking back to last night, I won't say that it was best sex that I have ever had but it was good. Her body responded to me and it was as if I knew her body well. I liked the way she moaned my name like no woman had ever done. She obviously enjoyed every of the moment we shared, so why the fuck would she run off like that?

"Are those not her clothes?" Butler Stevenson points to the ground at the side of the bed where the clothes laid and I stare at it in disbelief. She did not even wear her clothes?! Was she so much in a hurry to get away from me that she left naked?! The fuck?

"But she didn't leave naked though, she was wearing a black shirt which was obviously yours." I hear Butler Stevenson say and I turn to him.

"She left wearing my shirt?" 

He nods, "Yes, she did and apart from that, she took nothing else but her phone."

I scoff, "Oh wow, this woman amazes me. Take the clothes out and ask the maids to wash them."

Butler Stevenson nods, "And your lunch?"

"I am not hungry; I will get something later."

He nods and after picking up the clothes, he walks out of the room. As I am about returning to bed, Carlos stops me.

"You still have to meet the chairwoman."

I groan loudly in annoyance. "What the fuck do you people want from me?!"

"You know very well that if she comes here herself, things would..."

"Fine fine fine! Fuck! I will go and have my bath."

Carlos nods and heaves a sigh of relief.

I reluctantly drag myself out of the room while Carlos remains standing by the bed. I already know what the witch wants me for. She is going to shout again and break a few sets of expensive wines or vases or probably fire a few servants and then put the blame on me just because I have been absent from the company for the past two days. She will definitely give me an earful. I just fucking need a break! It gets tiring to bury myself in so many duties that I'm forced into doing. As if forcing me to pull out from my art school wasn't enough, she is still hell bent on making me take over the family business. I drag myself into the bathroom, making sure to waste time under the water just to buy more time. I will definitely need more than just a hangover drink after meeting her.

This whole CEO thing is very exhausting and it's freaking me out. Fuck! I finally step out of the shower and dry myself. For the first time, I notice a hickey on my neck as I clean my face in front of the mirror. Oh wow, she sneaked out on me but not without marking me?

"Sir, chairwoman just called..." I hear Carlos start to say from the room. "She said she will come over to meet you here if you don't come over at once."

Oh God! "How many times will you tell me that, Carlos?!"

"No, she just called Sir, so I said I should let you know."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, right. Thanks for the reminder." I say with sarcasm.

There's no way I will let the witch come over to my house.

XOXO