Dangerous Affair

Chapter 8

Nick

I watch closely from the balcony as she tries to run far from my mansion. If only she knew she was just wasting her time. Declaring her as my future baby mama is certainly not a debate. I gently dip my hands inside my pockets, exhaling my cigarette into the air like the boss I am. My cellphone buzzing but yet something about that woman makes me want to keep watching her from afar.

I glance briefly at the incoming call and my belly knot.

"Don't tell me this bastard hasn't had enough already?!" I growled, clenching my cellphone as I picked up the call from the one person I hate the most— my f*****g brother. "You should have just stayed single Pops. Now I have to deal with this brat!" I sighed, my chin clenched and ready for an outburst.

Ring!

"You are not picking up, Nicolas," my housekeeper cut in, his hands placed beside him and his smile ever bright. Clinton has been my nanny since birth and now, he works for me as the head of all domestic employees in my mansion, but he rather sees himself as my housekeeper.

I rolled my eyes, my tongue clicking as I let out a deep breath.

"You know how I feel about this bastard. I bet he just wants to say something stupid as always."

"You mean, something that might probably make you get all fussy?" His chin swelled right before my face as he gave me that annoying smirk— more like a mockery. Every chance he gets to torment me, Clinton never disappoints, and it's so f*****g annoying, but still, he is my favorite guy. The man who I rather call Father.

"Don't you dare start, Clinton." I snarled deeply into his eyes, my breath rumbling beneath my chest, but he didn't flinch a bit.

"Just pick up the damn call and take care of that situation over there," he points in her direction.

I slowly take a glance at the young and timid woman standing right in front of the gate. She makes me feel like a f*****g monster, but I guess I deserve it seeing how she fears for her life.

"Whatever!" I roll my eyes.

I connect the call, hoping that it would be brief, but hearing that voice from behind the speakers, it makes my skin crawl and my throat itch. I clench my fist with anger erupting over my whole body.

"What do you want? It's late and you know the rules. No calls when I am out of the office and certainly, not from you. You have five minutes to say what you want, and I will gladly go ahead with my night."

"Relax, dude," his voice echoes right in my ears and I sigh in frustration, rolling my eyes because whenever he says that, he always ends up driving me crazy and this is certainly not the time for that s**t. "You know, I always have you in mind, big bro. By the way, I called to remind you of the deal we had. The clock is ticking, bro."

"Get the f**k off my phone before you regret calling tonight," I warned in a mighty roar. "I have no f*****g business with you and your family. I will choose my path, and you have no control over it. And not to worry, from now on, I will be all over your face. You want to fight, right? Then you should be prepared for what is to come."

"Ouch! That's harsh dude," he whines, but I completely ignored him. I know his tactics. Always playing the victim after pushing me to the wall, but guess what, I give zero f***s about him or his little army fighting for what they can never have. "You know the drill, bro. Have a nice life."

I disconnected the call, my eyes full of anger, but something in me broke when the young woman staggered at the gate, clutching her shirt with tears rolling down her cheek. I can feel her pain from afar. It's like she had no voice anymore and couldn't let it out. Every step she took made me swallow anxiously, causing Clinton to raise his brow.

"Nicolas, remember the deal," he faintly reminds me. "You can't feel emotions for anyone at this point and certainly not a random stranger. We have to stay focused so you can win this battle. Now!" he clears his throat, adjusting his tie a little and looking deep into my eyes. "Go take care of that woman."

"I guess you are right, Clinton," I sigh. "But—" I paused briefly, but his lips knotted as he bore a hole right through my soul with that gaze of his. "Relax dude, I just want to know what happened, that's all. Do you have any idea?"

"Just a random message from her school group chat. She got played and ridiculed right in front of everyone. It's just the love stuff that young birds do. I bet she will get over it once she faces her fear. Those college dudes are something I tell you. I'm glad you chose to be focused instead of investing in a woman."

"That's what I am about to do, Clinton. If only I have a choice, I won't be needing this woman. Your phone please," I ordered.

"What for?" He whines.

"Just hand it over, I know you have some information on those messages. Nothing gets passed you. I want a look at what they're saying about her."

"You better be careful, Nicolas. She's not your type and not worthy of what you have to offer. This is all a game that you have to win, and you should stick to the plan. You get the girl to do your bidding and you part ways."

"Your phone, Clinton," I roll my eyes, snatching his cellphone from his hands.

Disgust creeping down my throat as I read through all they had to say about her. The fact she called that jerk's name right in front of me makes me want to throw up.

"Such a fool!" I scoff, handing over the phone to Clinton, but the moment I raised my gaze to reality, I froze but instantly switched when her soft gaze fell on me from a distance.

Clinton made his way out, leaving me to my fate.

Slowly I made my way down the entrance door, dipping my fingers in my pockets.

I guess she changed her mind.

With or without her approval, I will definitely have my way in the end.

I smirked as I stood majestically right in front of her.