Isabella POV
"Come on a date with me."
Nikolas' voice demands softly, blanketed with delight. Did he just ask me out on a date? More like commanded, sweetie. Don't get too happy. A Greek God just 'commanded' me to go on a date with him. Yeah, that's overwhelming and exciting, don't get me wrong, but he's just another heart breaker.
The moment you look at him, you instantly know that he isn't serious with relationships. Plus, I have only been on one date, I don't have much experience.
Oh quit the jibber-jabber, Williamson. Excuses will not help in this scenario.
"W-what? A d-date?"
My voice lowers with pure shock and innocence.
Nikolas' eyes begin to brew a shade darker, like he is being affected by my reply.
"Isabella, you said anything, and so I command you to come on a date with me."
Nikolas' hands rest on the seat's arms, his fingers play with one another, almost like he's nervous. It's very cute to-- Isabella, control yourself, your innocence is gradually fading away because of him. Don't let him win.
How can I not let him win? When I have no power to stop my positive thoughts about him? None at all.
"Okay, but this is not serious, right? "
Nikolas smooths his shirt down, removing any creases in his crisp white shirt.
His lips curve into a devious smile, "We shall see about that, agápi."
Oh my, that Greek word slides off his tongue so delicately, he sounds so amazing talking in his own language. I never mind the fact that I don't know what the word means, I am still internally drooling the way he spoke that word.
Nikolas makes his way towards me, gracefully, every movement perfect. How did I not notice this before? Maybe because you were too busy avoiding him...? I wasn't avoiding him, it's just that I didn't want any rumours going around the offices, I didn't want gossip about me. There were obviously people chatting about you. I mean, he fired so many secretaries, but you haven't gone yet. My curiousity gets the better of me, and I end up asking him a question he doesn't like the answer of.
"Nikolas, where there any rumours going on about me back at the office?"
Nikolas jaw clenches fiercely, his eyes harden in anger and he growls between his clenched teeth.
"I don't want to talk about it, Isabella. It doesn't matter about what they say."
He's definitely not telling me at this rate. Nikolas Taptiklis always get his way, but not with me.
"It's my business, Nikolas, please tell me."
His eyes divert to the floor as he spits the words out like venom, "They called you a sl*t and that you used to earn your money as a prostitute. Happy?"
Nikolas uses his large hands to push himself up from the chair.
He speaks in a very low, but soft tone of voice, "Meet me in our office at 7:00, it's going to be a long night."
With that, Nikolas walks out the door, leaving me thoughtless and speechless. This isn't happening. A billionaire is not taking me out on a date, it is just a friendly dinner. Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, darling. Oh shut it! Did you have to ruin every chance I get to calm myself down? Yes, because this is no situation for nerves. It's only a date. Yeah, with a sexy billionaire! D-did I just think that about my boss?
What on Earth is going on with me?
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"Come on, let's get in the car, Bells."
Nikolas gently wraps his index finger and thumb around my wrist, causing continuous sparks to erupt on my skin. What is this man doing to me...? Nikolas turns to glance at me, but whips his head back around after we are on the pavement. Did he feel them, too? No, he wouldn't have, he would've said something otherwise. Stop doubting everything.
Nikolas directs me towards his sleek black car, and opens the door for me like a gentleman, ignoring the fact that the chauffeur is here to do that.
"Thank you, Miles. Please take us to..."
He doesn't seem to finish his sentence, but then he pulls out a little piece of paper and hands it to Miles. The chauffeur nods his head, grinning at Nikolas. Oh God, what is this guy up to now?
"Okay, Bells. Get that cute ass of yours across, there's no space for me."
Despite the fact that this is a spacious car, Nikolas decides to sit right next to me, oblivious to my nervousness and anxiety.
"Where are we going, Nikolas?"
My voice comes out slightly louder than a squeak.
Nikolas' eyes shift to my face, a smirk dancing across his lips,"That is a surprise, agápi."
Why is he using those Greek words again? First of all, I have no clue what it means, and secondly, it sounds so perfect spoken in his husky voice. My hand leaps up from my lap when I feel an electrifying buzz, I look at my hand, only to see Nikolas' large and soft hand on mine. Why does he do this to me? He knows my reaction, that moron.
The car comes to a halt and I know that we are here.
Nikolas whispers, "We're here, agápi."
He's doing it again! If he's going to turn me on by saying that for the rest of the day, then I am not going to make it the best date I've ever had. But he'll make sure you will. Ugh, there's always an excuse with Nikolas. Only him...
Just as I am about to push the door open, somebody else is opening it, and only then do I realise that Nikolas is the one opening it because he isn't beside me.
"After you, my lady," he smiles and his pearly white teeth are on show.
Oh my, that smile, it would make any woman fall for him. Well, it won't work with me for sure. Like I said before, you keep telling yourself that.
Nikolas shoves his hand out to me, like he wants to claim me before anybody else does. My smile begins to grow wider as he links my arm with his.
As we walk towards the restaurant, I take a mental picture of how grand it looks. You could instantly imagine what it looks like inside, glittering chandeliers and perfectly set tables.
"Nikolas, why here? It's too expensive!"
My voice sounds exasperated, many gasps were escaping my mouth.
Nikolas chuckles with a grin on his face, "Just like you..."
Did he just call me expensive?
This guy is going to be the death of me, that's if I still work for him in the future.
A guard in a black suit opens the double doors for us, showing us the magnificent hall decorated in golden designs that spiral around the border of the ceiling.
"This is...breath-taking, Nikolas."
He smiles sweetly at me, and I hear his whisper very vaguely,"Just like you."
I might be hearing things, but I am pretty sure he said that. A waiter appears beside Nikolas, guiding us to our table that is situated in the far back corner. Almost like a booth.
"Is this the reservation for Taptiklis? "
Nikolas turns to face the waiter, his question awaiting for an answer. The waiter smiles,"Yes, Mr. Taptiklis. Just call us over when you are ready to order."
Nikolas nods politely and he begins to take his seat. I sit directly opposite him so I can see his face, although it's too beautiful for my eyes.
"So, Bells, what would you like?"
My eyes wander up to the spectacular ceiling designs, not noticing that I am ignoring his question.
"Bells?"
My head snaps to his direction, my eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Nikolas laughs at my stunned look, and so I blush a deep beetroot colour.
"You look very cute when you blush, my Bells...I can't believe you're giving me the honour of taking you, an amazing woman, out on a date."
Did he just call me amazing? Cute? Yes, now accept that and get to know him. You won't get another chance. Should I listen to my conscience? Because the last time I did, it didn't turn out in the best way possible, and I am anxious to take that risk again.
What if he doesn't like me? What if he just thinks that I am a lower class person that is desperate for love? What if he fires me because the date might turn out terrible? What if you just shut the f*ck up and follow your heart? Follow my heart....follow my heart....follow my heart. It's not even a real date anyway, it is just a deal, an offer in return for helping me. A soft hand on my cheek snaps me out of my jumbled daze. And I feel another spark fly through my skin, electrifying and urging for more relief.
"Isabella? Are you on Earth?"
His eyes drift to my eyes, and then we lock gazes, his eyes a vibrant blue that makes me dream of the aqua sea. A whole new world widens for me when I stare into his eyes. He slowly places his large hand over my petite one, blanketing it with warmth and softness. I can almost see the shining gleam in his beautiful eyes when he looks at me, but then again, I could be dreaming. Nikolas leans in, his nose just inches away from mine, and I instantly feel the urge to close the insignificant space between us.
"What would you like to have, Mr and Mrs. Taptiklis?"
The waiter's question drags us both out of our small moment, bringing us back to reality. Oh my, did he just call me Mrs. Taptiklis? Nah, you've just got cotton balls in your ears. Of course he said that!
"Hello, my beautiful wife would like the Rump Steak with chips, well done, and I would like the Roast Lamb with vegetables. Thank you."
Nikolas takes the menu from my hands and passes it to the waiter.
The waiter nods as he finishes jotting the orders down, "Shall I come back after your dinner for dessert, or do you not want it?"
Nikolas speaks up, his smile still wide on his face, "We'll just have the Chocolate Mountain, thank you."
The waiter scribbles the dessert on the very bottom of the sheet, and scurries to the kitchen. Nikolas takes my hand in his again, rubbing his thumb over it, soothingly.
"U-um...Nikolas...I don't know how to explain this...but...I am kinda dating Daniel, so I wouldn't want to be known as somebody who goes out with many guys..."
Nikolas' eyes twist into a stormy grey shade, he looks down for a moment, like he's thinking about something.
"I really want to get to know you though, but I know you're taken, so I'll drop you off home and you can be at the office at normal time in the morning."
Nikolas' eyes are now full of an unexplainable feeling. Almost like he's hurt from my words.
"No, Nikolas! I didn't mean it like that, I--"
He smiles brightly at me, but I still sense the glint of hurt in his eyes.
"It's okay, Bells."
The smiles he gave me today were not forced, but were willingly shown, but now his smile is the opposite.
Is he jealous?
#Ash
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