**Vivian's POV**He catches me off guard by letting out a deep sigh, setting the paper down and leaning back.With his tattooed, slim forearms crossed over his chest, he starts, "Listen, Vivian... I get that things in your life have taken a turn, but you can't afford to neglect your studies. This is about your future, and your exams are right around the corner. If you lose focus now, your career will suffer.""I'm sorry, sir. I won't make that mistake again.""You better not, V. Oakwood doesn't allow for mistakes." His tone is hard, completely devoid of the tenderness it had that night a week ago when he came into my apartment. I meet his eyes briefly, trying to search in them for a glimpse of the Nikolay who let himself speak those words to me with an untamable passion."Like someone who wants tobe fucked dirty"Had I dreamed of that scenario? Or is he too ashamed by those words to ever be reminded of them again? In fact, all his anger recently seems to be directed towards me ins
**Nikolay's POV**Liam, calm the fuck down! I shove my son inside his room, the bitterness in my voice clear as I kick the door shut behind me.He is a mess. His eyes are blood red, and he reeks of booze. Seeing him like this makes me question all my years of parenting which I thought to have been done right by him but it turns out, I didn't."What the hell, Dad!'' he bellows at me, throwing his backpack on the hardwood floor carelessly. Why the fuck do you have my girlfriend's phone number?It's creepy. She's not your girlfriend and you're fucking wasted, I say, pushing him by his arms to make him sit on his king-sized bed. Now that I look back, I did not do a good job at parenting. I never let him struggle for anything and now he has become used to getting what he wants. Even his room with its king-sized bed, the wall TV set with the mini freezer, his wardrobe, everything he got just because he asked for it. Just like his selfish bitch of a mother who took me for granted.I'm not
**Nikolay's POV**"Vee's eyes gleam, her long," dark lashes pushing dark thoughts to hide behind her lids no matter how much I try to reveal them.I feel sorry for Liam. He used to tell me how he would have loved for his family to be whole again.A vision of a sad Liam talking his heart out to Vee stills me. They must have been a lot closer than I thought they were.A storm of rage unfurls inside me just at the thought. You don't have to worry about him. I'll make him understand.My words are strong as my fingers curl to fists, the veins in my hands fleshing which makes Vee's eyes flicker to them. She looks at me as if she is trying to study me, figure out all the messed up parts of me, as if she has already uncovered all of me.Thanks for coming when I called, she says, touching the tips of her fingers to my forearm and all I can think of is that those fingers aren't enough.I need her entire being. I want to bend her over the nearest table and ram into her so deep that she forgets a
**Vivian's POV**He didn't kiss me back. The thought keeps circulating in my mind like a repeated tormentful tune as I slam my fists on the punching back in the gym. Every punch I throw at it is harsh, filled with rage, brimming with disappointment. The bag is my mirror self and I am punishing myself for being stupid.Nikolay didn't return my kiss. Not even a gentle brush. The kiss lasted for only a second before I tore away. He didn't pull me back. His eyes had narrowed and the look he gave me made me wish for the ground to farm a hole and drag me underneath. Kissing him was a mistake. The worst mistake I have ever committed in my life.How could I have been so stupid? Of course, I was wrong in thinking he was attracted to me. He is my ex- boyfriend's Dad, my professor. Just because he was friendly with me, and spoke a few words that danced at the edge of flirtation, didn't mean he actually felt something for me.My hormones were all over the place now. Whatever I did couldn't eras
**Vivian's POV** My father taught me a few tricks other than using pepper spray. I rush out of there before they can gather their wits back. I run fast, not looking back this time but continuing to hear their hurried footsteps as they chase after me. My ears are ringing with the adrenaline pumping through my veins, my knees feel weak, and my legs stiffen with the rush of dread. I keep running until I reach the end of the street where there is light.I look back at them, finding the two drunkards still behind me and this time when I trip, I don't go falling. I crash into a hard chest instead that smells familiar and all the oxygen that left my lungs returns when I look up, seeing Nikolay's face looming over me.His expression is grim, concentrated on the men behind me. He stares at them like he would end them. His hands, firm and strong, pull me to his chest, hiding my face against his hard torso while he keeps glaring at them.The men have halted. They exchange looks before turning
**Vivian's POV**''Ow!''The biting pain from the ointment is so sharp that I yank my hand away from Nik. He snaps a stern look at me a look that immediately makes me regret doing so.He glances at the red blisters on my palm, then softens his gaze.''Sorry," he says, sounding as monotonous as he did in the car.I am perched across him on the couch while he sits on the coffee table, his knees parted such that I am caged between them. One of his large hands is under mine, holding it firmly while the other puts the ointment on them, smoothing it over the blisters with gentle strokes.I shake my head in a hurry. ''No, it's not your fault."You shouldn't walk home alone like that. He gives me an almost pitiful look, holding my hand tighter. It's dangerous. My mouth forms a pout. I always walk home. I just didn't have my luck on my side tonight.Don't do that again. And always keep my number in your emergency contacts.My heart skips a beat. His fingers stop moving over my wound as he real
**Vivian's POV**After spending around an hour in the bathroom, fully enjoying the cozy bathtub, the delightful scents, and all the other self-care goodies, I put on Nikolay's shirt that smells amazing. I even wrap a towel around my head for extra relaxation.Wow! the scent of his shirt is so intoxicating that it makes me feel dizzy with delight. As I step out of the bathroom wearing that outfit, I tug at the hem, trying to make it cover more of me, even though it stops just above my knee. His shirt feels like it's engulfing me completely.I find Nik seated on the couch in the hall with the TV on before him. He has himself spread over a large area of the couch with just his behemoth presence. One arm is curled over the head of the couch while he works the remote with his other hand, browsing through Netflix.I unwrap the towel from around my head, letting my hair cascade down in a tangled mess. I throw the towel in one of the dining chairs and then reach around the couch. Nikolay loo
**Nikolay's POV** She is my dream come true. Her flushed face, her mouth slightly parted as if in anticipation while I grind her over me.. everything is a picture of perfection.The heat between our bodies is high-scorching high. Even on top of me, she can't reach beyond my height. Our eyes are on each other-heavy with lust.I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass, drawing her closer and closer until no space remains between us. My lips tease hers, seeking the friction of her mouth, urging me to feel the petal like softness on me."Kiss me, sweetheart," I murmur.She inhales deeply, her hands finding the sides of my face. She tilts her head, placing her mouth on me as she closes her eyes.This time, her kiss doesn't take me by surprise; it doesn't fill me with torment.It ignites something wild instead. I move a hand to the back of her head, unleashing myself on my son's ex-girlfriend.She gasps as I pry her mouth open, kissing her the only way I know how. My lips are hungry, rav