Heartstrings and Forever Bonds

Passionate Intrigue

Natalia's Perspective:
I'm infuriated with my chaotic life and these  guards. I swear, I'll confront Nikolai about this excessive security at the main gates. He failed to inform them to grant me access without interrogation. Only after a heated phone call with Nikolai did they reluctantly allow me in, but with an extra measure of respect. Complete idiots!

As I navigate my car towards the mansion, I spot Nikolai standing there with his imposing 6-foot bodyguard. At times, I marvel at how I managed to land someone so striking in this world. Clad in a crisp white t-shirt, sleek black jeans, and a stylish black overcoat, his hair impeccably styled, Nikolai looks like a creation of perfection. I should extend my gratitude to his parents for bringing such a flawless man into existence. Stepping out of the car, I lock eyes with him, realizing how deeply I love and miss him when he's not by my side.

Then we both got into the car and drove to the Ligurian Sea. I am actually a thalassophile, so the sea is my first choice when I'm feeling down. I feel like the ocean has taught me to fall in love and let go.

The cold breeze was blowing, slapping my face, and I was just looking at the ocean, lost in my own thoughts. How tough it was and still is. Will I ever overcome them and find my happiness? Will I ever love someone from the depths of my heart? Do I deserve love at all? Maybe I'm just adapted or something.

"Bellissima... Are you going to just sit like that?" I laughed a little and replied, "Yes!" Then he came closer and sat beside me, looking into my eyes. He asked, "What happened, Bellissima? Aren't you going to tell me?" Without any hesitation, I told him, "I broke up with Max! I don't deserve love, Nikolai. I tried my best to be his perfect partner, but he never made an effort, always judging me. But you know what the worst part is? I am the egoistic person. I never showed my love to him; it's all because of my ego. I guess I never knew the way he wanted me to love him." Tears were running down my face. I told him how I cleared everything with Max before leaving him.

There was a moment of pause. I found myself captivated by his deep ocean blue eyes, losing myself in their depths for seconds. Suddenly, he enveloped me in a warm hug, and in that embrace, every trace of sadness and depression seemed to wash away, leaving me with a profound sense of relief. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment.

During the embrace, I mustered the courage to ask, "Why do I harbor so much ego, luce del sole? Don't I deserve love?" He tenderly whispered in my ears, "It's alright, Bellissima. I love you ❤️." I reciprocated, "I love you too." As we released from the hug, I admitted, "I'm hungry, Nikolai. I haven't had a single meal today." He reassured, "Okay, just wait here. I'll be right back."

With that, he departed to secure something to satiate our hunger. I remained seated for a few minutes, gazing at the ocean, contemplating the freedom with which the waves played, devoid of any burdening thoughts. A sudden notion struck me—what if I were to plunge in? Would I survive, or would the waves carry me to the shore in demise? Today might be my only chance.

I discarded my overcoat and took a few steps toward the ocean. Just as the waters were about to embrace me, the waves ready to carry me away, a stern voice cut through, "Natalia... What the hell are you doing there?" His tone resonated with anger, sending shivers down my spine. I hastily ran back towards him, chuckling, though the mirth was far from genuine. "Nothing! Just wanted a closer look at my favorite ocean."

He pulled me close, pressing me against the car. His body blocked any escape, his hands firmly in place. A tantalizing distance separated our lips. "Bellissima! Don't deceive me. Your eyes confess the real reason you were there," he asserted. Without hesitation, I inquired, "Tell me, what do my eyes reveal, sunshine?"

His touch lingered on my waist, drawing me even nearer, our impending kiss sending a flutter of butterflies through my stomach. Both of us breathless, I whispered, "N-Nikolai." He responded, "Bellissima, every inch of you is a provocation. I can't be gentle." Our lips met passionately, claiming each other. I could savor the delectable blend of his chocolate and mint-flavored lips. I wrap my hand around his neck, conveying my desire for more. It felt possessive, as if I were his exclusive possession. I moaned in the midst of our heated kiss, unwilling to let him go. I gripped his hair, his hands exploring from my waist to my boobs.