"Are you out of your mind? I could hurt you." The veins started to pumped up in fear of what i'm capable to do. Everything was a blur to me, the room becoming sketchy as the time passed by and he's here down in his knees-looking up at me. A look of...
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Being too silent, unable to process everything in a quick time, not knowing what to say. At the time like this, I feel out of my zone. Lost of words, the words I have known, three languages I can speak, but none of my vocabulary came out to respond at his ambition request.
Nicholas threw a bomb on me and I was shocked from the news himself brought. My lips parted open dry, staring at the man I love to hate the most.
"Excuse me? What are you saying-" I utter, the only word I can say, I feel a little lost.
Not processing what Nicholas said, or i'm just holding back to understand? "Impossibly, you think coming straight at me-interrupting me and pulling me away to my friends just to blabber stuff that is hardly to be predicted and thought that it would ever happen by convincing me into taking your proposal?"
What even are the conveniences for this to happen? I squinted my eyes, narrowing my gaze at him-he was just looking at me, staring at me, not speaking at all. "Are you insane? You're making a huge mistake, a mistake that you will regret afterwards." I crossed my arms together, hissing at Nicholas.
What is he even plotting out? It's a questionable move for Nicholas suddenly offering a high proposal just to satisfy his perfectionist complex.
"I have made my mind upon choosing you, and that's final. Join my organization, the Black Bell Gemstone Government Councils, and be my Secretary." Nicholas bend down to my level, close enough to make our face in between, his forefinger and thumb having a hold of my chin and lifted my head up to look at him at angle he wanted.
"You're really wishing to get yourself killed." I threatened, my voice dropped low as I took inspection of his stormy irises filled with seriousness and intimidation, the same bottled-up emotion I have. "How can I trust the Pokerface of a man you are, Zamien?" I rose a brow. Yanking his hand away from ny face, before my hand got a handful of the cloth of his uniform's collar, the fabrics crumpling under my palm as I pulled him.
He cocks his eyebrow, raising both of his hands as if to surrender though the tease laid in his gesture says otherwise. "Say whatever you want, you got it. You want fair negotiations? Done. You want your own office? Well then leave it to me." He talked with softness in his voice, being so tenderly talkative towards me. "You want to have a big campaign? That's granted. As long you're willing to accept the proposition, everything you lay your eyes on is yours." He says, swearing to his own words like he does to his oaths.
"All of it, love. The only thing I want is your cooperation with me throughout this situation between us. Everything, Valeria, everything." Nicholas swore, looking at me with longing. Longing? He pressed his lips together before adding.
I blinked numerous time to keep up with his craziness, my lips parted unable to process what he said. "Trust me this once and I'll prove myself by carrying out my promises to you." He wasn't provoking me, I glared at him searching through his deep grey brown eyes for a lie but found none. He was convincing me, and it is working.
