Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 6 -

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Now it may have taken me a while to get this to you guys but here goes nothing.

I hope that you are all ready for some romanticizing? Did I just say that? HAHAHA! 

Here's the sixth installation.

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 6

*Nick*

I found myself slipping away into a daydream where I stared into Ms. John's innocent brown eyes. Once again, recalling the way she'd took in the sight of me while I'd trapped her soft frame against the ceramic face basin with my body which still stung a bit as a direct result of the previous incident. Her breaths seemed to quicken at my nearness and as a result, I felt the tempo of her heartbeat rise against my chest and even amidst our clothing ... well, hers anyway.

Krysta hadn't given me the chance to put my shirt back on, for fear that the damage would already settle in. She demanded that I locate Ms. John at once and apologize sincerely. However, seeing the way she'd lazily raked those eyes over my form as I approached her, undid something within me. I remembered glancing down at her full lips even as the dim light barely illuminated her face. Before my actions registered, I had trapped her against the ceramic counter, imagining those mystical lips under mine as I stole her every breath away, savouring as it mixed with my own ... and even though I shouldn't have.

Being that close to Ms. John did something to me that had never occurred with another woman. Especially as I saw the reflection of light glisten against her dampened cheeks. I'd instantly repelled, increasing the gap between us though, in my own defence, I'd felt the urge to reach out and wiped the tears which I presumed had been expelled, more so as a result of our previous interaction. I'd caused those tears to fall against her beautiful radiant cheeks. 

I couldn't be feeling these things towards one of my employees, could I? Should I? Why not? She was a beautiful woman by all rights but there was also something besides the obvious that attracted me to her. Somewhere buried underneath the cool and calm exterior, I recognized the telltale signs of a broken woman.

It annoyed me to no end just how often I'd found myself staring into her most beautiful eyes which, by chance, happened to remind me of one of my favourite chocolates. To make matters more severe, I stared into those innocent eyes more often than not, so much so that I thought I would just about lose my mind altogether. 

So imagine my surprise and annoyance at witnessing as my one and only sister plead with the woman to take me out. I'm a grown man. I didn't need that kind of charity, and certainly not from a woman, especially the only woman I'd considered in an intimate way. Usually, I wouldn't care about what anyone thought about me. Heck, I could care less but one thing I wouldn't tolerate was someone thinking that I needed something from them. However, Krysta didn't just ask anyone? She'd asked Ms. Adaramola John. With that said, oh cielo!

I had been so pissed. Beyond words could express and unfortunately, the next event would demonstrate as much. I'd done the unforgivable to Ms. John. I shouldn't have said those things and had another man said them, I wouldn't hesitate to pummel him in her defence. I realized a little too late that my emotions were in shambles where Ms. John was concerned.