Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

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A thorn by any other name would be the indignant Niccolo Casimiro and Dari will soon learn that. A rose by any other name will be the sweet Adaramola John.

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 8

*Nick*

PART TWO ...

God, why did I find her so attractive? 

Why did I fall victim to her beauty and innocence? 

This was her fault. It was clear that I was under her spell. 

I could never speak of such an occurrence in all my years. I shouldn't be kissing her--holding her like this--and yet the more I tried to pull away, the more I was sucked in. Besides her radiance, she tasted better than the finest Chocolates I'd ever known, and it drew me in, more than I cared to admit. It wasn't surprising that I wanted to go beyond the professional strata with her ... the line we shouldn't cross. 

Then again, what man wouldn't? She was a goddess.

Suddenly, Adaramola pulled away, much to my disappointment, bringing our heated moment to an abrupt end. As she reclaimed her stolen breath, a look formed in her eyes. One I couldn't quite fix. 

Tears formed in her eyes and one escaped, catching me off guard. Instinctively, I reached out wiping it away. It was evident that my wits had evaded me. For one, I had all but forgotten where we were in the tremendous heat of the moment. She stepped away, almost as though my touch had scolded her. I was confused.

"Scusami," Gosh, I couldn't believe that I'd done that and I didn't have the decency to do it in private. Even so, why should I assume that Adaramola would be fond of me after I'd mistreated her many times in the past? "I don't know what came over me. I don't usually act this way."

"Niccolo," The way she said my name made my heart palpitate in my chest. I held her gaze and by then, I could tell something was wrong. "I only came on this date as a favour to your sister. There can be nothing between us. You are my superior ... my boss. That and I'm in love with another man."

She spoke so faintly that I almost wasn't able to detect what she'd said. However, her last words I'd hear as clear as day my blood boiling because of it. In love ... with another MAN? I didn't take too kindly to others taking me for a fool, and she was no exception. Even as tears streamed down her face and I felt the urge to wipe them away, I resisted. The woman had damn near rejected me. In fact, that was exactly what she'd done and in public. That was the worst bruise of all for my ego.

I gently took hold of her arm, despite the surge of anger, and though it caused a tingling sensation to form within my chest, I ignored it. Backtracking to my car, I guided her in tow before opening the door for her and closing it once she was seated. I came around to my side, taking the seat beside her. Gripping the steering wheel, my hands turned pale as I stared straight ahead. I heard her sob beside me and though my heart cringed at the sound, I paid it no mind.