Nikolai POV.
Things you’d feel after a good fuck, happy, relaxed, and happy, that’s what most men would say, especially after spending a night with the Devil herself, she’s good at everything she does, a psycho, but the good kind.
On the other hand, I was not happy, I was not content, although I enjoyed every second I spent with Devil, the emptiness inside me wouldn’t go away, I tried to push that feeling off, the feeling of being lonely, the fear of dying alone, for god’s sake I’m not even thirty and I’m sounding like an old man who’s family won’t visit him, but I’m not, I’m only twenty-eight, I’m head of my family but still I’m feeling lonely.
After Devil left, she simply put her clothes back on and left, thanking me for the night, one of a kind, that’s the best words I could use to describe her. I on the other hand stayed in the room for some extra time, it’s not the physical aspect of sex that got me, it’s the mental one, my therapist once said I need the emotional aspect to enjoy the sex, and I told him he’s an idiot and never went back again, it wasn’t my idea to go in the first place, it was Helena’s. She’d act mother hen of the whole family, although she’s a trained bodyguard, she’s a scary woman when she wants to be, also not to mention she’s my cousin who’d kick my bum growing up.
I told Helena the therapist said nothing was wrong with me, just that I’m a jerk, nothing he could do to help with that aspect, she didn’t like the joke, and she tried to slap my shoulder that turned into a little wrestling match, things didn’t change much since we were just kids. In the end, I had a family to run, I had work to do, and I couldn’t simply stay here, I decided to get a shower, a cold one, Devil left before round two. If she was mine, I’d tie her up to the bed and never let her go, there would be a round two and round three, but she was a sneaky thing who ran out the second she could.
I changed back into my suit, fixed my hair, and fixed my looks, I could fix everything but the empty look in my eyes before I finally left the room, putting away all the toys we used, and leaving the bed to the housekeeper. I left with a fake smile on my face, making it downstairs to the reception, I smiled at the girl there before I got out toward the valet parking, the guy ran to get my car, and I thanked him handing him a tip before getting inside and speeding off toward home.
I made it back to the house late at night, I parked the car and got in, moving toward the kitchen, and pouring myself a drink, I hoped that no one would be here to see me, I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone, to talk to anyone. Sadly my prayers weren’t heard, someone walked in on me sipping my drink of choice, I looked behind me to see Angelo, his hair was all messed up, he had red lipstick stains on his neck, and his shirt was fully open.
“Angelo,” I say through gritted teeth, he knew I don’t like him to get random hookers inside our home.
“Yes boss?” he replies with sarcasm dripping from his voice, I just grown in answer.
“Next time take them to some hotel,” I say, this is our safe house, our place, only family is allowed inside these walls.
“At least I’m getting some, you should try that too,” he says laughing before getting a water bottle and leaving the kitchen, I drowned the drink in one gulp and left toward my room.
I started to lose my suit from last night, I threw everything on the floor, and I took another ice-cold shower, I need this one to help me calm down after I meet with Angelo. He’s also my cousin, Helena’s younger brother, he never liked me, and I never loved him back. We have had each other ever since childhood, he was everyone’s golden boy until I came back, he hated me, hated my name and my looks. Unlike my brown hair, green eyes, and fair skin, Angelo was my opposite, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, and even dark soul.
I buried myself in my bed and fell into deep restless sleep, I always wanted someone to cuddle with, someone to hold even while sleeping, I’m lonely, I need to sleep, I closed my eyes with some force finally falling asleep. I woke up late the next day, feeling groggy, I need coffee, it’s the best drink that’s nonalcoholic, maybe the Irish knew how to do one thing in life, they added alcohol to their coffee.
I got out of my room and moved toward the bathroom, I washed my face with cold water and brushed my teeth, I had this horrible taste in my mouth after last night’s drink, I finished my business and left the bathroom back to my closet, I didn’t feel like dressing up today, I put on my usual suit, fixing my collar and moving downstairs for coffee. It was late morning, and I didn’t expect to see anyone in the kitchen, everyone was busy with their day, except me, I don’t wake up this late usually, but last night was kind of special.
The coffee pot was empty, of course, it was, I didn’t expect them to leave any for the head of the family, their boss, and their provider. I moved toward the coffee container to make a new pot, joke on me, there was none. I groaned, now what! I have to leave the house to get my coffee now, with another groan I left the house and moved toward the car, I drove like a crazy man, or maybe just a guy who didn’t have his morning coffee, the first shop on my way happened to be a cafe, perfect they must have some good quality coffee. I parked my car and got out of the car, I walked toward the cafe with a big frown on my face, I needed coffee before I could even master a fake smile today.
Taking a seat on one of the chairs, I saw a girl move toward me, she had long brown hair styled in pigtails, half up-half down, style. Her eyes were brown shining with happiness, her smile was genuine, and she had an innocent feeling around her. She came toward my table with a big smile still on her face, she looked very familiar, I knew her from somewhere or at least it felt like it.
“What can I get for you?” she asks.
“A cup of your strongest coffee” I ask her, she smiles and leaves to get my coffee, I sit back watching her move, she did feel familiar, but only the last time I saw her, she wasn’t as happy, her clothes weren’t as clean as this time.
A few minutes later she came back with my cup of coffee, it wasn’t a dark expresso like I expected her to bring me, instead, it was a big mug of coffee that looked brownish, not black like I wanted it to be, I looked at her with a raised brow.
“It’s a cafe late, it’s my favourite kind of drink, I went with low-fat milk and only a slight pinch of sugar” she explains, still looking at her, I take a sip of the drink, it was nice, it’s good.
“It’s good thank you” I say smiling at her finally having coffee inside my system.
“You’re welcome” she answered with a smile, the sweetest cutest smile I’ve ever seen.