My Broken Billionaire

Chapter 27: Unwanted Responsibilities

Nikolas POV

" What time are you planning on going to sleep? Because you need an early sleep, we were supposed to see that client today, but there has been a delay with the meeting. I don't know what's happening, but what I know is that the client has a big deal in his/her hands..." Bells' smile stays mobile on her luscious lips, she pats the soft pillow beside her. A glint of hope flashes across her enticing orbs, hoping for me to accept her kind offer, which I already did. Well, Bells is going to have to sleep with a shirtless Nikolas tonight because I have warned her about this.

My fingers reach down towards the hem of my shirt, ready to pull it off, but Bells' shocked expression prevents me from doing so. " What on Earth are you doing, Nick?! "  Out of instict, Bells throws the sheets over her head, in order to cover her eyes from the sight. I know that she really wants me to strip, she is just trying to hide her feelings for me, I can sense it from her body language and her eyes. It's like her heart is screaming for my comforting touch, my body, my love.

" I told you last time, Bells, I sleep like this. You should be happy I am not naked..."  For some reason, my voice drops a few octaves, causing my voice to be huskier and deeper than it usually is. Bells blushes deeply, the blush creeping from her neck and making its way up to her ears and cheeks. Why is her blush so adorable? Bells always causes a knot of nervousness to dominate my stomach. Just her presence is comfort for me. I don't know how Bells has done this. How has she broken my walls down? The unbreakable barrier that I once protected my heart with, is now demolished. Because of Bells.

" Nikolas....why did you become a billionaire? I mean, you did inherit the business from your father and all, but what made you do it?"  Why is she asking me this? Does she really want to know my f*cked up life? Does she really want to replace my concerns and worried with hers? I feel Bells' eyes on my shirtless back, waiting for my response. At the moment, I am contemplating on whether or not to tell her...she is officialy my girlfriend, but she doesn't have to know. Do you seriously want to dodge her question? Not really. Plus, we are in a serious relationship, amd I don't want her to think that I am already not being trustworthy.

" My father was a demanding man...especially towards his workers. He told me at the dining table that I am going to take his businesses into my own hands. He really wanted me to take the businesses, and I was willing to take those responsibilities to please him by keeping the family name alive. And this was all before he went off with other women, way before he changed into a heartless b*stard. Anyway, after we found out about what he did, I turned down the offer of taking the business, and my father was furious. I told him the reasons why I didn't want to be known as a Taptiklis, and he beat me. From that day onwards, he beat me and my mother."

" I can still picture the fury burning in his dark eyes as he lifted the cane. He used his fists, canes, belts, and knives. You don't want to know how abusive he was towards us, me especially. I hated those dull days of my life, I really did. All my mother could do was watch me groan in pain, watch me lie down in my own pool of blood. I felt sorry for her, I felt sorry because she had to see me hurt, and seeing her hurt, was the most painful thing. Worse than those horrible beatings."

My first thought is to see Bells' reaction to my horrid story that I have just told. And so I do. My mind twists the second I examine her expression. She looks pleased, triumphant and proud. Why? Why is she feeling like this? Is this story something to be proud of? Does she find the image of me being in pain amusing? I don't understand. She is my girlfriend and yet she is not upstet after hearing my story?  "You're so strong, Nikolas, for putting up with his rubbish. I can't believe you can hide all of that in your heart? How is it possible to cover it up for this long?"  Bells' tears brim her eyes, but refuses to let them fall, she's trying to stay strong for me. That is the true definition of selflessnes.

Her breaths become short but heavy, like she has just ran a marathon. Her glazed eyes stare into mine in shock and surprise, her mouth open like a dead fish. I don't think her expression is going to change for quite a while. My small steps are inaudible, and our heart beats are the only thing alive in this bedroom. The pattern of her heart beats are much more rapid than mine, and her facial expression is the answer to that. " Bells, I want you to get to sleep now, it's late and we are going to get up quite early. Okay? "

My fingers delicately trace the outline of her plump lips. All I want to do is relish them in one second, but I also don't want to scare her off. She clearly finds my gaze too intense because she begins to look somewhere else. Still, our heart beats are the only sounds that are keeping this room alive. Is this how our relationship is supposed to be? I have no idea because my only experience with women consist of one night stands and surreal love.

" Okay....get in bed, then."  Her soft voice pierces through my mind, and it instantly reminds me of her. My thoughts are washed away by the refreshing sound of Bells' sweet voice. She never liked to listen to my stories, she always used to talk about herself, it was never about us. But Bells is willing to listen to my pathetic life story, in fact, she never likes talking about herself because she is curious about others. She wants to hear other people's concerns because her selflessnes covers a huge space in her living heart. Why am I comparing Bells to her? Bells is the girl I am interested in, and I shouldn't be comparing her to that lying woman. You are comparing them because you are seeing how much better Bells is.

"καληνύχτα, my Bells."  My long arm circles around her curvy waist and rests there. It feels so right to have my arm in this position. It is like her waist was sculpted for my arm. It's like a jig-saw puzzle piece. It's like my arm is complimentary to her waist. " What does that mean, Nick? "  She snuggles her head into my chest, and her silky hair tickles my skin ever so lightly. Bells sighs and I feel her hot breath spread across my chest, spreading around the rest of my body in a sign of comfort. " It means goodnight, Bells. καληνύχτα...."

I feel Bells' muscles relax as she takes one huge breath. Her soft lips gently press against my chest, which causes my breath to falter nervously and her lips leave a buzzing feeling on my skin. What the f*ck is going on with me? What the f*ck is Bells doing to my heart? Now, my mind is rewinding the moments I have been through with her. That is when I realise that I want more of Bells. I want more if her heart, her love, her sweet laughs and her amazing ideas.

《《《《10 MINUTES LATER》》》》

Bells breaths are flowing in an even pattern, sending me a signal that she is asleep. Good. Now my Bells is safe and sound in my arms, that is all that matters. Now I can jump into her sweet dreams while asleep in her warm embrace. " καληνύχτα, beauty."

A'int that cute? He waited until she fell asleep and then he went to sleep after. Nikolas really does warm my heart. I have a great idea for when the client meets Nick and Bells. So just wait and see.

#Ash

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