Eleanor
We sat on the chairs in my office,
Nickolas leaned back on the chair, one arm draped over the side of the chair, his gaze burning into mine with that same reckless intensity that always made it hard for me to think straight.
I clasped my hands together tightly, grounding myself, before speaking. “Nickolas… what are you doing here?”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“I missed you,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I closed my eyes, exhaling a long, shaky breath. I needed to be strong. I had to be strong.
When I opened my eyes again, I met his gaze, trying to harden myself against the emotion swirling in his eyes.
“Listen to me carefully,” I said, voice low but firm. “First… I want you to forget about what happened between us at the hotel.”
He stiffen
