Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

20| The Walls Have Ears

Nickolai

“Nico, your new house is positively beautiful,” my mother mused, eyes taking in the interior of the mansion.

The interior I had no hand in designing. Helena had taken it upon herself to add a few touches all over the place, inside and outside alike. I stayed out of her way when it came to things like that, and my mother knew as much. “Helena has a very seductive and sophisticated touch.” She did. Despite the fact that I knew nothing about furniture. I appreciated the old and dark yet modern feel she had brought to the place. The large grey sofas with their larger black pillows. There was a large painting above the fireplace, not a television, with which the house had come. As we never had the time to watch movies, a television was of no concern. The foyer had the same themes and two dark paintings on each side of the entrance. Helena had the rest of the darkish furniture and objects bought brand new.

The two suited men that had come with my parents continued to carry their bags through the foyer and up the stairs, following Sarah up to the bedroom that had been prepared for them.

My mother and father had been traveling the last few months and have decided to cool down here, in our house before going on their next trip. I wasn’t stupid. Despite the fact that my parents travelled more now that we are grown and had taken over the family businesses, I knew that they still did their dirty deeds. Maybe even the reason why they’re travelling. Even at their old age, my father liked a good torture scene, and so did my mother.

“Dinner will be ready soon, mother. Sarah has prepared everything you like. Pelmeni the way Helena makes and those beef dumplings you like so much. She—”

“Nickolai,” she stopped me with a nonchalant wave of her hand. I watched as she  stepped close to me with those creepy ocean blue eyes of her. The eyes of a gentle killer, I had always said. Her hand stroked my cheek for all but a second before she turned back to eyeing the house. “No need to be so formal. Do you ever relax?”

Cassandra's breathless moan echoed inside my head, and my skin burned with the phantom touch of her against me. I tried to ignore the idea of her taste lingering.

It wasn’t possible was it?

No. What was possible was how disgusting I had been when I had gotten home that evening. Right in the shower, to the taste of her lips and the image of those heated eyes staring back at me, I might have fucking touched my dick like I starved, pubescent boy. It was embarrassing as hell, but something akin to excitement had coursed through me as I had come harder than I ever had before. The effect she had over me. It was potent and real.

I fucking liked how dirty it felt to think about her like that. I liked how her needy moans had begged for me and I… wanting to be the gentleman, had not given her what she wanted. What we had both wanted. Yes, the thought of touching her clean skin with my blood covered hands had warned me off, but it had also fed into the part of me that wanted to lick away at her until all those layers peeled away. I wanted to dirty her so bad. With every part of me.

“I don't have time to relax right now,” I said, despite how I clearly had made the time to stalk her. My thoughts have been anything but righteous.

So no. There was no moment to relax. Not when all I could think about was her. Not when working plagued every last second of my life when I wasn’t thinking about her.

My mother's eyes met mine, and I could see her worrisome nature shining right through. “Yes. Your father mentioned some troubles with your side of things. I see Valentin has left his own affairs to help you solve this issue.”

Right. Of course she knew. There was nothing in this family that went unnoticed.  Sometimes I felt they knew too much. I had been incredibly lucky to grow up with a loving mother and a fucking bastard for a father. We had never been able to tolerate each other. I preferred it that way. There wasn’t a chance where I would ever went to spend time with that man.