Days Like This

Chapter thirty-four ||- Stay

P.O.V
Angelina

Viktor and I had a lengthy conversation, and I departed before the full twenty minutes had passed.

Throughout our entire conversation, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Nicolas, reminding me on the moment I expressed my love for him, how I said I love him.

In all honesty, I found myself grappling with uncertainty regarding the depth of my love for him. What I knew for certain was that I had some sort of feelings towards him, albeit not entirely clarified. This realization instilled a sense of fear within me, acknowledging the complexity and intensity of these sentiments.

Viktor told me that, 'It is okay to love him, everyone has feelings, and you deserve the best, you deserve everything, and you deserve to be happy. So if this is what you want, if this is what you're certain about, it's your choice. I can't stop you.' Those were his exact words, and it kept repeating in my mind.

Is this really what I want? Is this how I want to spend the rest of my life? I think to myself.

Nicolas and I shared a certain closeness. Whenever I would enter his office and settled on the couch, observing him engrossed in his work, I would talk about Mila, my sister, my family, school days, and a lot of things, I'd just talk until I was tired. At times, I had the impression he wasn't attentive, but to my surprise, he truly listened. I didn't know much about him, only about his parents, and honestly I was too afraid to ask.

He was quite an intriguing person, not one to engage in lengthy conversations like I did. He kept his thoughts to himself, a quality I oddly appreciated, as it allowed me to chatter away for hours without concern. What I truly enjoyed was the ability to make him smile, make him laugh, and of course, make him mad.

If there is one thing I'm sure about is that I want to try with Nicolas, I want to make things work, make things better, and if he only tries to use me again, he won't be leaving me alive, and I'll make sure of that. Because no one has seen my body but his beautiful eyes, and no one has touched my body but his strong hands, and I would like to keep it that way.

Some may argue that I never truly lived, that I haven't fully embraced living by having just one person by my side. However, deep within me, I hold a profound understanding of my value and self-worth. The presence of Nicolas in my life has been a source of fulfillment beyond measure, and it was more than enough.

I walked back into the living room, the air heavy with this new realization, and there was Nicolas, restlessly pacing back and forth, his hands tangled in his hair. As he glanced at his watch, a flicker of impatience crossed his face before his hands slipped into his pockets.

My steps echoed softly on the floor as I approached, and at that moment, he halted his movements, lifting his gaze to me intently, a look of concern on his face.

"Angelina, I'm so sorry." He says, but I kept walking towards him.

His eyes flickered shut as I stepped closer to him, probably bracing himself for another slap, but instead I hugged him.

The moment I exhaled the breath I unknowingly held, a sense of relief washed over me. It was a gradual process as he took a second before returning the hug, but when he finally did, it was as if time stood still. In that shared moment, the world around us faded into insignificance - no sounds, no worries, just the two of us, alone.

"Thank you." I whispered against his chest where he was holding me.

I missed when he hugged me, without me regretting it at least, I just missed us. Before I thought there was no longer an 'us' but I was wrong, so fucking wrong. Because this is what makes us..... us. This very moment.

Nicolas was the first to break the hug, cupping my face in his hands he says, "What do you want svetlyak. Do you want to leave? Tell me. Tell me what you want, tell me what we are?" He implored, his voice breaking.

My breathing became oddly steady. He's staring into my eyes, searching for an answer, searching for hope that I'll stay.

"If I wanted to leave, would you let me go?" I asked my voice a little above a whisper.

The glimmer of hope faded from his gaze, replaced by a somber expression. He gazed at me, inhaling deeply before uttering, "I don't think I'll be able to."

His words elicited an involuntary smile that crept across my face, betraying my true feelings. "Good, that's a relief," I responded, my voice laced with sincerity. "Because I want to stay."

A brief moment passed where his eyes remained unchanged, then a flicker of confusion crossed his features before realization dawned upon him. In an instant, he drew my face nearer to his and pressed his lips against mine, the kiss tender and delicate, his touch leaving a comforting warmth on my skin.

Before I knew it, he lifted me off the ground, spinning me around, my laughter ringing in the air. As he set me down gently, he kissed me again, a sweet kiss, igniting a spark within me. My heart soared as he took the news, filling me with a rush of excitement.

"I love you so much." He whispered against my lips.

"I love you too." A smile formed on my lips.

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"Nicolas." I say.

We were now sitting down on the couch. We had just talked about Viktor, what he did and I was shock to learn what he did. But we got over it, everything was fine with Viktor he wasn't a problem, but now there's a small problem.

"Yes." He replies his voice low.

"I want to keep my job, I want to continue working as a model," I express with determination, my voice unwavering. "because I like it, and I genuinely think its kind of fun. And I want to see my sister."

Modeling came naturally to me it was fairly easy; the perks of free makeup and hair made it all the more enticing. The thought of staying at home all day, waiting for Nicolas to return, didn't sit well with me. I have a tendency to grow restless quickly, and the idea of being huddled up indoors without activity would likely lead to me stirring up trouble around here, like starting a fire, you know.

"Of course," he responded with a warm smile, his eyes filled with affection. "Come here."

Without hesitation, I moved towards him, settling on his lap, enveloped in his embrace, finding solace and warmth in his arms, creating a cozy and intimate moment between us.

"Do you know anyone named Ronan Vladimir and Anton Pável?" he whispered softly, his voice barely above a murmur.

"Nope," I responded truthfully, meeting his gaze with honesty.

"Good," he said gently, his fingers tenderly stroking my hair, creating a sense of comfort and closeness between us.

Days Like This will always be the best. It felt like heaven in his arms. Suddenly I now know everything happens for a reason.

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Guyssss Avelina (Anya's daughter!) has a father! It's Marcus, remember Angelina doesn't like him so yeahhh!😆

Also sorry for taking so long lol I'm only 14 I get distracted easily!😭
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