MEGAN

Chapter 9

Niklas

Niklas sighed as he turned on his back, his eyes wide open despite the early hour of the morning. He was absolutely exhausted, and yet, no matter how much he tried, he was unable to fall asleep.

He brushed a hand over his face as his thoughts returned to the infuriating woman who was probably blissfully sleeping just a few doors down the hall, unaware of the havoc she was playing on Nik's mind by just existing.

Nik flushed in embarrassment as he remembered Megan's stern words, anger etched into every line of her beautiful face. He had screwed up big time, and he felt angry with himself.

What's going on with me?

He had never acted so carelessly on a job before, drinking and making out with some no-name instead of doing his duty.

He sighed, already knowing the answer since every time he closed his eyes, he could see her up on that stage, tall and lean and so fucking naked.

It was all Nik could think about as he made his way toward the bar, his cock so hard he thought he could come without even being touched, which was something that had not happened to him since he was a teenager.

That's when he bumped into the cute waitress and proceeded to make a complete fool of himself. He didn't think, he just reacted, his mind filled with visions of Megan even as he kissed another woman.

He never did manage to rest that night, his sleep filled with feverish dreams mixed with a lot of restless tossing and turning, so when his alarm rang the following day, he felt like shit.

He stood up, wincing at the sharp pain that pierced through his leg as he did so, already knowing that he was in for a world of pain that day.

He dressed and then made his way down to the kitchen, his eyes falling on Megan as soon as he stepped in. He stopped in his tracks, feeling unsure of how to proceed, something that rarely happened to him, seeing as he tended to stay in control over all aspects of his life, especially the ones concerning his job.

"Good morning," he said quietly, making Megan turn slightly at the sound of his voice.

"Morning," she replied, her voice cold and distant, nothing like the woman she had been just a few hours before. The joviality and upbeatness were gone, and in their place, a stone wall.

Nik gulped, feeling like a naughty child and hating himself for it, as he walked further into the kitchen.

He stepped up to the counter, reaching for the coffee and pouring himself a cup before taking a seat at the table.

He took a sip of his coffee while quietly observing the woman sitting across from him, wincing at the sight once he finally got a good look at her. Megan looked worse than Nik felt, and that was saying something since Nik felt like shit.

The bags beneath her eyes that had already been there when Nik had met her were now almost black, her eyes bloodshot and her face extremely pale.

She was looking at the newspapers that were spread on the table in front of her, but Nik didn't think she was actually seeing anything, let alone reading; her gaze was lost, like she was a million miles away.

"I..." Nik started to say, feeling the need to apologize, even though he hated doing that and rarely did it, but he was interrupted as the woman suddenly stood up.

"We'll be leaving in half an hour. I trust you'll be ready by then?" Megan said, not even waiting for Nik's answer before she was gone.

Nik snorted, staring slightly wide-eyed at the empty place across from him, feeling stupid for feeling sorry for the asshole that was Megan Jones.