CEO : Rebel Loves

CHAPTER 15

Isa Oliveira Brandão

I wake up to my heart pounding on my chest: The taste of Nicolas lips doesn't seem to want to leave mine, just as his scent. I get up in the middle of the night and take a cold shower to chill my body down. Not completely dry yet, I put on a pair of panties and bra, and fumble around in the dark for some pieces of clothing.

I unlocked the door to my room and peek through the small gap. The whole house is taken by absolute silence as I walk through the hall. Nicolas' room's door is open:

"Son of a bitch!" I curse to myself at the sight of Diana sleeping over Nicolas' body, half-naked and very comfortable on Nicolas large, muscular chest.

"Bastard ass mortherfucking prick idiot!" I bite my lip to try and hold back my anger.

"Don't run away, Isa,"

Dirty dog! Oh my god, I'm so pissed right now! Nicolas had always been the king of players, and what I had just witnessed served as even bigger proof of how big of a liar that bastard was.

***

As if Lucifer himself had given me a wake up kiss, I wake up moody like the Devil's spawn.

When I go to the kitchen, the two of them were tapping on their phones, not speaking a single word to each other. She arches her thin, blonde brows in haughtiness.

Diana is not very fond of me, and the feeling was mutual. The biggest difference between the two of us was that I didn't need to pretend to like someone I can't even stand to hear breathing. I really can't see what Rico and Nick see in her.

— I like your PJs. — She remarks, looking distinctively at my loose XXXL t-shirt stamped with the face of the lastest guy that made a political campaign.

I glance at what Diana's wearing: a pink silk robe over a short baby doll, and then at Nicolas, who has his perfectly fitted italian suit on already.

— You know, since 4th July is so close, why don't you shove some fireworks up your secretary's ass? Maybe she'll fly away with them!

Nick spits out his coffee. I roll my eyes and throw a dishrag to him.

— And clean up that mess, I'm not being paid to clean after a grown ass a man. Specially one as grown as you!

I leave the kitchen, giving up on having breakfast: right now, my belly was sick in anger, and thus I started working on an empty stomach.

***

— Isa. — Nicolas calls my name, standing at the the laundry room only door.

I shove all the cleaning products I need inside a bucket, angrily. I then fetch a mop and a sponge.

— What?! — I yell, feeling my face warm in rage. — Any problems, boss?

Nicolas eyes glance at the choker around my neck. He gives up on talking, but keeps looking at me like he wants to say something.

— Are you going to stand there for too much longer or are you going to let me work? — I take the cleaning appliances and face him.

— I didn't call her. — Nicolas starts trying to explain himself, but I don't let him.

— Stop it right there. I don't wanna know. I don't care who you fuck or don't fuck with. If y'all want to fuck upside down, I still don't care, I'm here for the jon only Nicolas, and that's all!

He grabs me before I can run away. His strong hands grab my waist, and his leans his head, touching his forehead against mine.

I feel his breath mixing with mine, and I know what he means to do.