Overthrown

Chapter 21

Leaving the park and heading towards town. We drive for what feels like forever, even though it has only been a few miles. We finally pull into a parking lot of what looks like a cottage with a little wood sign out front that reads, "Olivia's Italian Kitchen."

I watch as Nikolai pulls into a spot before glancing over at me. "I assumed you had to be hungry with all the activity you have gotten today." Smirking as he stands up walking to my side of the car. He opens the door and offers his hand which I graciously accept. My legs feel like gelatin from all the dick riding in such a cramped space.

Peeking at my watch, its lunch time but the overcast makes it seem so much later. Yawning as I stretch my arms above my head and cracking my neck. "What did you tire yourself out?" He asks with a devilish grin as he opens the glass door for me.

I shake my head as I laugh at his arrogance, the confidence that radiates off of him is thick but valid. The way he walks through a room, chest out and head high; Always so sure of himself in a way that I wish I could be. I watch as men straighten in their seats, they don't know who he is or what he is capable of, but they know he is different.

The hostess's demeanor completely changes as she turns the corner to find us standing at the front. Jenny, her name tag reads on her white button up shirt. I watch as her eyes go from his face down his body and then back at up. Her mouth slightly agape when I finally speak.

"Table for 2, preferably booth in the back."

She blinks awkwardly as she realizes that I am speaking to her. Clearing her throat before motioning towards the back of the restaurant, "Right this way." Nikolai smiles as he looks down at me grabbing my hand leading the way.

Jenny keeps looking over her shoulder at us as we walk to our table. My grip on his hand tightens as I glare at her. Unfortunately, she is too busy making googly eyes at Nikolai to notice. Once we make it to the booth, we take our seats and she places the menus in front of us. "We are a little short-staffed today, so I will actually be your server."

Oh, how convenient.

We are both looking down at the menu as she speaks again. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Her eyes only looking at Nikolai. "I'll take a water for now. Can I see your wine list?" He asks his eyes still flickering over the menu not looking up at her.

"Yes sir. Let me get that right out for you."

She slips away quickly to grab the list, still not acknowledging my existence. I can already tell she is going to test my patience. I haven't felt jealousy in a very long time and its odd to feel this possessive over someone. Nikolai asked for forever and I'm planning on giving it to him. I'm certainly not going to let some flirty server get in my way.

She returns placing the wine list in front of him, his eyes skim through the red wines before settling on a Chianti. "We'll take a bottle of the 2014 Fontodi Chianti." Her eyes light up as he speaks, his eyes meeting hers as he passes her the wine list back.

"Great choice. That's one of my absolute favorites." She lets her fingers linger on his as she takes the list.

Are you going to allow her to disrespect you like that in front of him??

My eyes boring holes into the side of her head as my hands clench into fists under the table. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear still staring at him as he returns his eyes to the food options. "I'll take a Woodford Rye one block." Finally allowing myself to speak as I try to internally talk my demon down.

I keep my eyes fixed on the menu not even looking at the words because I am seeing red. She clears her throat as she looks over at me, she nods but doesn't say a word as she leaves. I see Niko's blue eyes flicker up to mine from the menu, "Whiskey with lunch, I like your style." He chuckles with a smirk. She reappears from the kitchen and my rage builds back up as I see she has unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse. Her cleavage now prominently on display.