Racing towards Love

Chapter Six - Until We Meet....Again.

(Phillippe's POV)

"Nikita is really here in Monaco?!"

I couldn't help but repeat this same sentence over and over again to myself as I paced back and forth, pretty much wearing away a rut in the expensive rug that covered the stained hardwood flooring in my study. A lit cigarette was clutched between my fingers while, a full glass of bourbon I had just poured for myself earlier, was in my other hand. As it was, I was currently alternating between taking a healthy swallow from the glass and taking a pull from my cigarette.

"Merde!" I said aloud scornfully as I finally stopping pacing long enough so that I could extinguish my half-smoked cigarette into the expensive glass ashtray that sat on top of the desk.

There was a total of 6 half smoked extinguished cigarettes already in it. Raising my glass to my lips, I quickly downed the rest of the dark colored liquor, completely welcoming the instantaneous burning that came a second later as it went down. Not even pausing to think twice, I found myself strolling over towards the half full liquor decanter that sat on top of the bar for a refill.

A part of me still couldn't believe that Nikita was here in Monaco. I never thought I would ever see her again. It had been after all, a full month since I had left New York. When I left, it had been with an overwhelming sense of regret. I had simply left after kissing her on her birthday and never looked back. If I recall perfectly, I hadn't even asked her for her full name nor for that matter her phone number.

Her full name is actually Nikita Lyle. That's what she said her name was last night. To think that there had been so many instances over these past weeks when I had wanted to fly back to New York just to find her. But I hadn't, all because of my many obligations here in Monaco taken precedence.

Even after relieving my erection in the confining space of that first-class bathroom that day, I still couldn't get her off my mind. Nikita had invaded my every thought, crippling me to the point where every time I found myself lost in thought or closed my eyes at night to rest, all I would see was her face and I would instant become hard. Every night since meeting her, I have found myself plagued with a constant feeling of longing that just wouldn't go away.

The look on her face after I had kissed her with the blindfold over her eyes, still and probably will, forever be burned into my subconscious, along with the way she had moaned when I had kissed her. I never expected that I would get to hear that beautiful sound again; that was until last night.

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Last night

What where the odds that Nikita would be at that club? I mean, I had only gone there to take my mind off of the preparations my parents were doing in regard to my pending nuptials to Sophie. I have only been to that bar a few times and definitely not long enough to be considered a regular patron. But the fact of the matter was, that Nikita could have gone to any club in the whole of Monte Carlo, and there were plenty to choose from, but she had gone there, to Club Fyrefly.

Ever since my parents had made it quite clear their decision to intervene in my life and force a marriage to Mr. Dubois's young daughter, Sophie, two weeks ago, nothing had been the same. Since learning of my impending faith, I had been forced to sit through many dress fittings for my wedding tuxedo. I had never been pricked and poked as much by a tailor during a fitting as I have been these few weeks. 

Everything had to be perfect as my mother was fond of mentioning time and time again. Resplendent, being the actual word used.

Invitations to the wedding have also been under heavy scrutiny as both of our parents felt the need to weigh in on who should or shouldn't be invited. And the list of people on it instead of diminishing was instead steadily growing. From celebrities to foreign dignitaries and royalty, everyone who our respective families deemed worthy of inviting were being placed on it. It was quite maddening how much preparation was going on around both Sophie and I to ensure that our wedding nuptials went off without a hitch.