"So, what does Derrick look like after getting a hit from me? Did his nose survive?" Nikolai asked, sipping on his vintage scotch. I was nervous and anxious and him being relaxed, like a perfect gentleman who wasn't even sweating for f***s sake, was making me more nervous.
"He's fine," I said, monotonously.
He smirked, a knowing one and it irritated me.
" You look different than usual." His sudden comment startled me. Did he see through my act of trying to enter him? However, I forgot about it because of how nerve-wracking it was being with him.
I found myself spellbound by the enigmatic aura that seemed to radiate from him, captivating everyone within his proximity. It was as if an invisible force emanated from his being, drawing the curiosity and interest of those around us. His p
