EXACTLY WHAT, ARE WE?

The demon like man stood there happily staring at her lips, his eyes changing emotions and she knew he was thinking of vulgar things to do to her.

Phantasy finally caved in. "Fine. I promise to go on a date with you once you are discharged."

A rare smile formed on his lip and he moved away, letting her leave the closet. Phantasy went to the bathroom to wash her face and came out after a minute. She did not dare to spend too much time there for fear that he will corner her in the bathroom.

Nicholas was already lying in bed and motioned for her to walk over. She dragged her feets over and sat on a stool, but was quickly pulled up by the man who made her sit in bed.

"Missed me so much?" his coarse voice asked and his callouse fingers toyed with hers.

Phantasy nodded, not denying it. "I was really scared that something will happen to you." she stopped to glare at him who found her expression amusing. "Which is why you should rest more and not over work yourself. You already have lots of money anyways."

"What to do then? I enjoy working."

"Do something else then. Something you enjoy doing."

Nicholas sat up and moved his upper body closer to hers, then seductively whispered. "You mean you? Am I getting the permission to do you right now?"

She pushed him off and crossed her arms. "Can you not be serious. I am serious right now."

He relaxed and glanced at the door. "So am I. The only thing I enjoy doing apart from work is you my little girl." his piercing gaze took in her slim fitted blouse and well shaped breasts before resting back in her blue orbs.

Exasperated she gave him an option. "Go on a vacation or something. Dont rich people have a vacation house."

He abruptly asked. "So you can have time for some James?"

Phantasy wasnt surprised and replied. "No." Drawing that one syllable for emphasis. "He used to be a crush." she admitted.

His steamy eyes trailed to her fingers and he held them. She let him fiddle with her fingers while she waited for him to say to say something.

But...the mans next words shocked her more.

"Were this the fingers that gripped my Phallus that night? So small...."

"Nicholas!" she flushed. "Be serious. You are too vulgar."

He shrugged his shoulders and shifted his attention to her. "Who I am? You know it."

Phantasy gave him an incredulous look, refusing to believe he was always like this with everyone.

"On a vacation hun...?"

"Go somewhere and take a long rest."

"Pushing me away?"

Phantasy face palmed herself and stared at the man. "I am just worried about your health."

"But it's a pandemic." he then gave her a smug look that mocked her. She knew those words as she had used them a lot as well.

"Dont give me that...I know you have a private jet or whatever it is called."

He countered. "Worried about my health? But still on social media smiling."

Skeptical, she asked. "How did you know that Mr Fretakis? Stalking me on net?" one of her brows carved upwards, blue orbs teasing him.

He released her fingers and moved to the hem of her sleeve. "Saw it on Saraphines money gram...or whatever you little ones call it."

Phanatsy chuckled and tried to keep it low, afraid someone might hear. Of course, he is so wealthy, the only thing he knows is money gram.

"Its called Instagram Mr Fretakis. Even my grandma is on it."

He scowled at her but did not reply. "Will you be going on a vacation?"

"Where do you want me to go?"

The few seconds silence that engulfed the room felt like eternity as he watched her with his eagle eyes. The confusion in her eyes like she coudlnt believe he was agreeing and letting her decide where he should go.

"I...I am not sure up to you."

Nicholas found her more adorable and moved her closer. Phantasy wrinkled her brows and gave him a questioning look. Why does it feel like this man wanted her closer than before. No matter how close he was, he could not get enough and couldn't keep his hands off her. By now, there was barely a feet between them. His mugged breath made her look down, not daring to look into his eyes that seemed more gold and intense.

"Pick an alphabet."

She glanced up at him and fiddled with her fingers, leaving him with her sleeve. "P."

He smiled. A genuine amusing one this time and it almost took her breath away again. "Your name? Pakistan?"

"What?"

"Vacation country."

"Oh..." she muttered before realising what he had done there. "Maybe. When will you leave?"

"When will you be ready?"

"I dont know...wait what." she glanced at the door and looked back at him only to see that he had moved his face closer, if she had not stopped so quickly, there was a high possibility she might crash his lips with hers. His high nose made her jealous and she looked away. Focusing her gaze on the drip. "I am not coming along."

"Not asking for your permission." he did not let her get a word in before continuing. "Can't risk some James or little boy flirting with you."

She accused him. "I am a little girl. Little boys are meant for me. Not you. You are old."

He did not seem offended and instead replied with no trace of shame. "You did not say that when I let you ride my cock, two years ago."

She clenched her teeth and tightened her jaw. To prevent herself from going deaf from all his vulgarity, she closed her eyes and calmed herself. Nichola Fretakis sure knows how to frustrate her. When she opened then again, gold eyes were trailing on her lip and she moved them to ask.

"Exactly what, are we?"