Chapter 152 I Need You (Nicholas)
The knock on the door had Genevieve wondering who was behind it. She was still in that conversation with Aliyah when the butler came walking in.
"Good morning ma'am, breakfast is served".
She only nodded turning back to face Aliyah that sat comfortably on the bed, listening to her supposed plot.
"You're staying for breakfast right?"
Aliyah rested her head on the soft headboard and rubbed her tummy gently.
"I feel like shit".
Genevieve nodded, nuzzling on her nose.
"Yep, you also smell like shit".
Aliyah rolled her eyes at her words as she got up heading to the bathroom.
"I should hit the bathroom".
"Yeah you should, you'll feel a lot better". She added still looking at Aliyah that was already backing her and at the entrance of the bathroom.
"And head to the dining room when you're done".
She yelled after her and stood up after some seconds leaving the room. She opened the door to head out, and just as she was about to, Aliyah's phone started vibrating.
The buzzing sound was so loud that it caught her attention. She turned around to see where the sound was coming from and shook her head as she turned back at the door to head out but she couldn't help but get tempted by the flashing screen that called for her.
In a swift, she was headed to the bed.
No Genevieve.
She paused trying to control herself.
This is not your business.
Fuck, this is tempting.
Ever since she was a child, she had always had this problem. She can't seem to control herself when she sees flashing things. It is her obsession and her hidden secret. It is also her biggest shame but she can't help it.
She tried to look away but it kept calling her attention and she finally gave in and walked to the bed.
Just as she was about to see the caller, the call image in her grip had her furrowing her brows as she began to wonder.
Why the hell is Tyler herdes's image on her phone and her cover photo?
Does she know Tyler?
Her eyes opened wide as she put two and two together in one go— if there's one thing, Genevieve is very smart.
Fuck, Tyler herdes is Tyler?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
How didn't she think of this?
She fucking dated the heartless and stone-cold Tyler?
Genevieve had a million and two questions running through her mind as she stood up and exited the room with a shocked rode face.
She took the long spiral stairs downstairs, still in her thoughts. She had this confused look on her face that she hadn't found the courage to let go of.
It was still surreal to her and she kept imagining how Tyler would date Aliyah. How was she even able to stay with him? He is one of the toughest and the most insensible men she had ever met apart from her obsession— Nicholas.
As she walked to the large dining room, all of her thoughts were still wrapped around this that she didn't even notice that Andrea was there. She didn't even know how to keep this shock in that she exclaimed out loud.
"Fuck!"
"Language".
Andrea spoke out for the first time since she got into the room. It was at that moment that Genevieve realized herself and turned in the direction where the voice came from.
"Oh, Good Morning, Mother".
She took her seat.
"I didn't know you were here". She added.
"Of course, you didn't". Andrea replied blandly.
She had this look on her face that had Genevieve wondering what had her worked up, but she couldn't because the look was directed at her, so she knew that she had certainly done something wrong.
She croaked her throat nervously and picked up her spoon to drink her soup when Andrea's eyes had her keeping the spoon back at its position.
She let out a long exhausting breath.
"What did I do this time, Mother?"
Andrea just sipped her tea and kept looking at her for a while.
"How could you be so foolish?"
Genevieve furrowed her brows to her words as she sat up erect.
"What do you mean?" She asked calmly.
Andrea took a deep breath fighting so hard to keep her anger in.
"A Royal invitation was sent to you, did you see it?"
"No, I didn't".
The smile on Andrea's face was very much an expression of anger.
She scoffed.
"That's what I thought". Her palms were now in a fist.
"How could a child of mine be so discourteous?" She rubbed her temple and frustratingly closed her eyes.
The only time Genevieve had seen her mother this way was when she cut her hair when she was eight. Seeing her mother like this again got her alert. This had to be something very serious.
"I don't understand, what are you sayi...".
"What I am saying is The Rosses were holding their yearly gala and all the royal families got that invitation, that invitation which was sent to you, not just from anyone but from Meredith herself. And of course, the heir of the empire, Nicholas was present. All except my unreasonable irresponsible daughter who thinks opportunities happen every time naturally".
Andrea was far from calm this time as she interrupted Genevieve that kept asking unintelligent questions.
Genevieve opened her eyes wide from shock. She wasn't sure she could hide the pain she felt from her expression.
"Oh my God... How?"
She ran her hands through her hair still in that shocked reaction.
Andrea just shook her head in disappointment as she stood up.
"Mum".
She called after her as Andrea held her hand up in dismissal.
" Don't even...".
She said backing her as she walked away.
How did this happen?
Fuck!!!!
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The day moved fast as she laid down on the mattress all day staring at the chandelier above her. Sofia had tried to cheer her up, but she felt completely dead in the heart. She wasn't even sure her heart was functioning properly anymore. She just wanted to stay in a place to recover.
Her eyes strolled from one light to another as she remembered how good he looked in bright light, She also recalled his last words to her.
'Please don't make this more difficult than it already is'
She kept staring at those beautiful lights that seemed to be the only light in her life when the scent hit her.
She immediately stood up and sat on the bed.
This couldn't be real.
She is probably just hallucinating. She laid back on the bed but the scent was still there.
She tried to shut her eyes to see If she could shut his thoughts off her head. Maybe she smelled him because she thought of him but this time it became even stronger. It was as if he was present.
Her eyes slid open again and she was up in a quickie. She suddenly realized that this was real and her heart thudded with that realization. Her eyes went to the door as she started walking slowly towards it with soft steps.
Somehow, deep down she had a feeling he was behind the door, but she had doubts.
What would he be doing here?
He clearly sent me away.
Slowly, her unsteady hands reached for the handle of the door. She knew she had lost it but she just wanted to prove to herself that she would always be hurt.
Her hands lingered on the handle for a while before she opened it.
Before her very eyes, he was there.
She froze as her brain screamed his Name out fucking loud that her body shivered.
Nicholas.
Her eyes were on him, never going off as he walked towards her. She looked paler than she used to look. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and hold unto her tightly. He looked into her eyes and saw hurt and pain. The fact that he inflicted that on her, killed him. He hurt his baby and hated himself for it.
"What are you doing here? Why are you here? I don't want you here". She said fiercely.
"My life does not revolve around you. I don't need you". She said trying to convince herself.
"You do". He managed, taking a deep breath in defeat and regretting the last words he just said. " I do".
He admitted and her body trembled at his words because it was getting to her.
"I can't give you what you want". She cried. "You can't keep doing this to me".
She fought so hard for composure, trying her hardest not to break down in front of him " i-i can't be what you want me to be". But she was failing badly.
He frowned at her words, moving closer to her to the point where his breath was on hers. "Who asked you be?". The anger was etched into his tone as he spoke.
"You can be whatever you want to be when you're with me but you don't just know it". He trailed his hands on her cheeks as he spoke.
God, he was a fool to send her away.
The surge of electricity that rushed through her veins at this point made her shut her eyes because she couldn't quite understand what she felt. The moment his palm came in contact with her skin, her breath was hanged. This was what he does to her every single time.
"I-i do". She managed with a hoarse voice.
"No, you don't". His palm has now claimed her arms as it strode its way up to her shoulders that were bare, making her shiver to his touch.
"If you do, you should know what I make you feel". He kissed her temple and her skin turned to fire. "What I make you long for". He trailed his kiss to her eyes which were closed from the minute, he stood close to her. And to her nose, as he waited for her to open those eyes that drove him mad.
Immediately she opened them, he devoured her lips, pulling her closer as he slid his tongue into her mouth.