Unexpected Us.

Chapter Twelve.

Olivia's P. O. V.

There was a nearby stool on the rooftop. I grabbed it and sat on it, clutching my phone tightly in my hands,while staring blankly into space.

I still couldn't believe what I saw. But then, It was right in front of me. How can someone be so shameless? Do I really not mean anything to him? He's currently with another girl, and he pretends to care for me.

All those referring to me as "Love" was just a charade. Thank heavens he revealed his true form to me this quickly.

My phone started to buzz repeatedly in my shaky hands. For a moment I let it be before finally deciding to pick it up. I unlocked it and behold were several notifications from Isla , Bella and then Nikolia.

I didn't care what he had to say. Didn't want to listen to anything he had to say. I didn't want to read any of his texts, but curiosity was eating me up so badly. I picked up my phone and replied to my worried friends first in our group chat.

Then I read his message.

"Love" where are you?

I swear, that was nothing.

You are misunderstanding.

Please, let me explain.

Let's talk this out.

Fucking answer me!!!!!!!

"Love", it tasted bitter now, Once upon a time it once gave me butterflies but now I feel nothing reading it.

He wasn't even my boyfriend why does he needs to explain anything? He behaves like he owns me, yet let's other girl get close to him. He means nothing to me.

I ignored all of his text messages and didn't bother to reply to any of them. I sat there with my hands in between my thighs, staring at nothing.

Then a voice hurried and urgent. Olivia.

That voice, I could recognize from anywhere. "Nikolia Volkov".

I turned my face at his direction. There he was in his bad boy glory. His jaw was clenched so tightly and his forehead glistened with sweat.

He approached nearer and I continued to back away until there was no space and we were trapped in each other bodies. Before my heart could begin to act irrationally I pushed him away.

He looked shocked but he didn't bulge. He was like ten times stronger than me so my so called hard pushes had no slightest effect on him.

What do you want from me? I asked angrily brushing my hair from my face as a result of the breeze.

What do you mean by that?? He asked in confusion.

How can you pretend. You are so shameless. I spat out. Why don't you stay with your new girl.

He stepped back chuckling with an amused face, So that's what these is all about, because of what happened.

Of course yes. You kissed her so you should be with her and leave me the f*ck alone.

Keep on cursing and I'm going to give you a punishment and something to complain about.

My throat shook. His tone had that dark, intensifying aura and what did he mean by punishment. Is it what am thinking?

Are you having dirty thoughts?? You are all flushed up.

Shut up. I said in a low voice wait I was supposed to be mad at him.

That girl, she kissed me first. He said in a defensive manner.

She kissed you first and you couldn't have pushed her away huh.

Wait, why am I even explaining it's not like we are dating. He said casually and I felt my heart break.

My eyes swelled up in tears and before they could fall I turned around holding the railings.

Then you shouldn't be explaining anything to me since we aren't dating. I'll just leave. I ended, heading towards the exit before he grabbed my arm completely stopping me.

What now?, "I totally lacked the energy to argue".

Instead of an explanation, He embraced me from behind halting me in my tracks completely.

I'm sorry. He whispered the girl from earlier, she was from the past.

I sighed, So you've slept with her before.

He swallowed hard yeah, "it was just a one time thing".

My heart clenched painful,l Which girl haven't you slept with??

You?? He smiled.

I'm not joking with you?? I turned to face him.

I know, only wanted to make you smile, A guy can try, can't he??

I nod my head already feeling dizzy.

Love, are you okay? He asked looking all worried.

I feel dizzy, my head hurts I complained placing my hands on my head.

I should have known all those crying and sulking would result into a brutal headache for me.

Hey don't faint on me. He stated, lifting me clean off my feet into his arms.

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Where am I. I winced struggling to sit up right.

Hey, Hey, calm down okay. How are you feeling.

My head it still hurts. I whined looking up at Nikolia.

Trust me alright I'll make all the pain go away. He assured climbing into the bed.

What are you?? A doctor?, I laughed amused at my own joke.

Trust the process. He said confidently before moving behind me.

I didn't know what is motive were so I shifted away from him.

Hey what are you doing? I asked.

Relax, love just enjoy it. He coerced. I can't harm you remember. Don't you trust me?

"Trust"?, I pondered on the word but gave no response to him.

Soon enough I felt soft featherlight touches on my scalp, He was slowly massaging my scalp and it felt so soothing.

Am I doing it alright?? He asked peering to look at me.

Yeah. I nodded, it feels so much better. its getting better.

Have I ever told you I love your hair, he didn't wait for a response and continued instead, it's long and beautiful I love the texture. everything about it.

Thanks, I blushed. His compliment made me feel so proud of my hair.

Promise to never cut your hair. He asked in a soft voice.

Cement promise. I replied back to him.

That's more like it. He cooed.

I smiled back lovingly.

You know you're the first girl I'm ever doing this for, Being so patient, understanding and caring it's as of I can't just let you go.

Is the bad boy opening up to me. I thought in my mind. I was honored though.

Thank you. I said to him honestly.

No thanks, Love im doing this for you because I want to you no.

I blushed even more. My head it doesn't hurt any more thanks.

I'm glad I could help. He said to me before climbing off the bed.

I felt like I wanted to reward him for being so nice to me.

You've been so nice to me, What can I do for you in return?

He grinned, Ears standing at attention,In return I'm not doing this because I want anything from you though I won't mind a kiss from you.

My cheeks heated as I fanned myself. A kiss, You shameless p*****t. I Cursed throwing a pillow at him.

F*ck, so you can curse so much now, "I'm going to teach that bad mouth of yours a lesson". His words sounded like a promise.

Before he could come even nearer, I ran out of the bedroom straight downstairs.

Come back here, He screamed behind me but I didn't, I was all smiles and giggles.

When was the last time I felt so happy this way, He could make me feel all sorts of emotions all at once.

He embraced me from behind burying his face into my neck.

I love your scent, you smell like coconut and roses.

I googled even more then an idea popped into my head. Anthony I'm going to cook for you.

Cook?, He asked raising his eyebrows.

Does he think I'm desperate, and have resorted to cooking to gain his attention. If you don't want me to. Its no problem I said sadly sitting on the sofa.

His eyes shot up, why wouldn't I want that as long as you are in my house. You can do whatever you please. infact the kitchen is yours. He added.

That means I can cook. I asked to be sure.

Don't be dumb to doubt your ears love.

I take that as a go ahead though I didn't say out loud what do you want me to make for you?? I asked him.

Whatever you like He replied still holding me by the waist, his nose still in my neck.

What about Pasta and chicken I asked him.

Perfect, he agreed flashing his beautiful white teeths.

Can you show me to the kitchen now??

Of course. How will you when you are behind me like that. I asked him.

I'll just direct you. He replied cooly.

Who could have believed Anthony Williams would be so clingy I said to him.

He cleared his throat, Well it's only when am around you. I can't seem to get enough of you he admitted finally leading me to a door that was made with Brown mahogany wood.

I loved the organisation of his kitchen. All furnitures were in Black and white.

You have a good architect. I commented.

He nods his head and I continued it seems you've taking a liking to Black and white.

It's s my favorite color. He replied still behind me hovering around me and I was well aware of his presence.

I chuckled but those colors are like opposite of each other.

Exact reason I chose it. He nodded. Black can symbolize darkness and light means brightness and am of the two depending on which part of me you met first.

I looked behind at him absorbing his words. His personality symbolizes both colors depending on which you meant first. what exactly did that mean?

Why do you have that weird look on your face?? He pointed out.

Weird, I repeated touching my face I had no idea I was looking at you that way. I answered back.

I know what's on your mind. He said to me holding both hands softly and you shouldn't bother your pretty head love.

Love. It sounded like he was reminding me who exactly I belonged to.

I walked forward to the cabinets with him still trailing behind me.

Nikolia, I called out.

Huh, He had that cute, innocent expression on his face like he didn't know what he was doing.

"You are not going to let me cook if you keep hovering around me like that". I complained.

You make me want to kiss that pout off your pretty lips. He commented and I immediately straightened my lips.

Why does he have to make everything so intimate, as if he noticed my stunned look. He moved even nearer whispering in my ears. Don't worry I'll go slow.

My cheeks flushed, p*****t I screamed using a wooden spatula as defence.

Alright I'll let you cook. He said before going to seat on one of the barstools.

I knew he was watching me from his angle he could see everything well.

My mouths parted at the lack of proper food ingredients in the kitchen.

You don't have a lot of foodstuff why is that??

Well, because I Don't eat at home mostly are outdoor feeding but since I have....., you know... He smirked but didn't complete his sentence though I knew exactly what he meant.

I'm not going to be your in appointed chef. I said to him.

You won't like me starving, He stated and I knew he was right. I didn't reply instead focused back my attention at my attention at the task in hand.

I could work with the few ingredients I have at hand. I began to chop the peppers, Boil the pasta and every other thing associated with cooking this meal.

For a brief moment I looked at Anthony and he was on his phone he had that serious expression and I wondered what he was busy with at hand though I didn't question him and kept on with the food.

I served in plates and at this same time Anthony raised his heads up. He noticed I was done cooking and immediately came to assist me with the plates.

So caring, I thought to myself.

We settled on the barstools and I waited for him to have a bite.

He ate a spoon then dropped it and his expression was totally unreadable.

I feared he didn't like the meal. Maybe there was too much seasoning or spices or something was just wrong.

It doesn't taste good? I asked with a sour expression.

He was silent before replying. So f*****g good I could eat this all day. He said flashing an heart warming smile.

Thank you, I smiled brightly at him. His compliment made my whole day.