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I practically jump away from Nikolai, or should I say Ronan, as my father keeps a stern eye on us. Almost like he overheard what the man was saying to me.

I avert my gaze from Nikolai's face and smooth the sides of my dress down, and begin walking to my designated seat at the table - the head.

My heels click against the shiny polished floors, and I'm almost certain that if I was bare foot I would definitely slip.

I look up, facing the golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling and I'm in awe. Truthfully, we don't need such exquisitely decorations for a room we only use two or three times annually, however my family always do anything in their power to put on a facade of us.

Sophisticated, composed, everything similar to them terms my parents attempt to check off. Almost like it's a shopping list, and every little thing we are required to achieve.

Nikolai can't take his eyes off of me, and it's almost eerie. It's like he's a hawk, watching my every move until I break apart from the pressure.

And it'll be your biggest downfall. My ass. He made me orgasm and now he believes he's entitled to having such fallacious beliefs.

Cautiously I drag the chair out from underneath the table, making sure a screeching noise wouldn't evoke, and I sit.

My father's eyes have now averted to me, like he's analysing every single movement of mine. Him and Nikolai are alike in many manners, they're obsessed with everything I do and can't get enough from just simply staring. And it's mentally draining.

My brother is sitting adjacent from me, and it's almost like he's mirroring all of my emotions. Andrés seems bored out of his mind, like he's ready to leave at any given moment, and I am the exact same.

The hall is full of silence, like almost suddenly everyone has lost their tongues and have been stripped from the freedom of speech.

However, papá ruins the peace. "Ronan, I must say on behalf of all of us, it's a pleasure for you to be here." I narrow my eyes at Amidio, knowing he's full of complete shit and is just adding to this fake persona of his.

It's almost comical, actually. If anyone was to see how the true Amidio is behind closed doors, he would be on top of every family's radar. And not for a positive reason.

I glance over to Nikolai, and observe how different is demeanour is when he's in a professional environment rather when he's threatening me. His hair is ruffled, and he has the slightest stubble. His jewellery complements his tanned,olive skin and, if possible, enhances how immensely attractive he is.

And it makes me want to rip my brain out of my skull for thinking this way about someone who I can happily say I hate. It's terrifying actually, how your mind can think one way about someone yet your body may respond in the complete opposite way to them.

Nikolai's presence alone sends chills down my spine and I hate every aspect of being around him. It makes me uneasy, almost like I'm not in control of any situations anymore.

A cough startles me out of my thoughts, and only now do I notice that I'm staring, and so I quickly avert my gaze down towards my wine glass filled with the red liquid.