What the fuck? Since when did you become so cowardly?! I face-palmed myself.
I could always get married to Nick before the end of the month, she won’t force me to divorce him now would she? The deal was to get married after all.
Wait… the deal was I check out the suitors first… which would be a waste of time as I wouldn’t be interested in any of them. The only problem was…
“Does he even love me back?” I asked aloud and sunk even further in my chair.
“I can always come back another time,” Nick said.
“It’s no problem Nick,” I sighed, “What did my…”
Wait… Nick?!
I looked up and saw him in my office with his glasses on. He had a different presence… Absolutely focused on me… I felt he had an intent to consume me. With just a stare, I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy leak.
“Nick, ah uh… when did you come in?” I asked, although my voice sounded a little squeaky.
“From the time you face-palmed yourself,” he said as he walked over.
“Ah… that’s… embarrassing,” I don’t know why but I was feeling weaker than usual.
“Miss Wolfe, I talked with your mother,” he said, “I heard you’re getting married.”
“Oh, that.”
Mother how dare you?!
“Well, it can’t be helped,” I said, “It’s her decision and I’m to go along with it.”
“In other words, you aren’t happy with her decision,” he said.
“Well no one would want to be forced to marry,” I smiled weakly, “It’s my fault. My lifestyle has forced her hand.”
“Your lifestyle?”
“Do you have to make me say it?” I groaned, “I’m a nympho. God knows how many men I’ve slept with.”
“So?” I turned, “It means that no serious man would want to be with me. I bet the suitors mother has lined up are just in it because I’m about to become a billionaire.”
“Do you truly believe that?” he asked, “That no one would want to be with you?”
How could he ask that? Especially after he…
“I don’t believe it though,” Nick said as he turned around my table and towered over me.
“What?”
“Aria.”
He called me by name? Without asking or hesitating?
He leaned in closer, his left hand secured my chin and made me face him.
“Aria Wolfe,” he called.
“Yes?” I gulped. My mouth slightly opened waiting for the tiniest of opportunities to be taken hostage.
“I’m in love with you.”