Page 86 of Lethal Infatuation

"The waiter at that restaurant, the man that got too close to you in the club, Liam."

I had completely forgotten about those incidents so this revelation made my eyes widen. "What did you do?"

He looked at me with a bored expression. "If you're trying to determine whether they're alive or not, I'll put your mind at ease. They are," he answered before adding, "barely."

He didn't give me the opportunity to answer. "But I'd rather not have a conversation about other men,mikrí petaloúda. You know how easily that riles me up and not in a good way," he said darkly, his tone indicating the seriousness of his words.

"My apologies." I held my hands up in mock surrender, despite the fact that my mind was currently working overtime. He said they're alive, but barely. That could mean a plethora of things. Were they in hospital? Perhaps in their homes on the verge of death? Were they laying in the streets of New York with no recollection of how they got there?

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, otherwise I would've had you bent over this couch by now."

"How did you go from a love confession to confessing your…violent side quests to pure filth? You're a different breed, that's for sure." He laughed, holding me close to him.

"I'd like to breed you."

"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Absolutely filthy." His smile could instantly make me melt. He leaned in, kissing me softly. Nicolas was definitely one of a kind.

THIRTY THREE

Nicolas and I laid on his bed, tangled in the sheets while we watched sports entertainment. “Now I know why you’re wearing a hoody.” He laughed.

I turned my head in his direction, faking a smile. “What are you talking about, young man?” I asked innocently.

“You’re trying to hide your obvious disdain and boredom. I know you’d rather us watch the crime and investigation channel.” I couldn’t contain my laughter, covering my mouth with my left hand.

“Not true. I’m enjoying this,” I said in between my fits of laughter. “Football is so interesting, so fun,” I said sarcastically.

He pulled the hood over my eyes and the action made me chuckle softly. I pushed the hood off completely, hitting him in the chest. “I promise next time we’ll watch a show of your choosing. You have myword,mikrí petaloúda.”

I gazed at Nicolas and really studied his facial features. He was definitely the most attractive man I’ve ever laid my eyes on, with his high cheek bones and sharp jawline that could cut through paper. His clean shaven face that had absolutely no blemishes whatsoever.

His lips were full and dark pink in colour, and every time he smiled, those perfect pearly white teeth made my heart stutter. His grey eyes hypnotised me every single time I looked at them and that soft, black hair was just urging me to tug on it.

My eyes travelled down to his bare chest. He hardly wore a vest or t-shirt to bed, because his body temperature was constantly high. I didn’t want to know what sleeping next to him would be like during the summer time.

My stare lingered on his bullet wounds and I caressed the skin. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly. His voice brought me back to reality.

“These scars,” I started. “They concern me.”

He furrowed his dark eyebrows, placing his hand over mine. “Why? They’re fully healed.”

“Yes, but just the thought of something like that happening to you doesn’t sit well with me. It makes me feel anxious,” I admitted. “Do you really have to go back to work?”

He smiled at me, squeezing my hand. “Yes, I do. It’s part of the job, that’s what we signed up for. It’s dangerous and we knew that from the very beginning.”

“Isn’t there another career path you could pursue?”

“I’ve got a degree in management information systems as well, but I’m not passionate about any other career.” He easily manoeuvred me, pulling me on top of him. I gasped at the sudden transition, straddling his waist. “Are you worried about me?” he asked, caressing the side of my thigh.

My ass was planted firmly on his crotch and I could feel hishardness underneath me. “Are you turned on right now, Nicolas?” My eyes widened.

“I’ve been turned on.” He chuckled softly. “Just being next to you is enough to get me heated. I can’t help it.” He played with my hair that I’d straightened earlier in the day. “You didn’t answer me question, though. Are you worried about me, sweetheart?”

I placed my palms on his toned, muscular chest. “Yes, I’m worried about you.” I looked at the scars again. “How long were you in hospital?”

“About a month,” he answered casually. The way he always appeared unfazed during serious conversations made my eye twitch. “I was in a coma for a week. The bullet in my chest just missed my heart by a few centimetres.”

My jaw dropped and I froze. “Nicolas.” My pitch increased slightly after hearing about his experience. “You could have died. How am I supposed to sleep at night when you return to work?”

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