My Billionaire Neighbour from Hell

Chapter 22: Hot Chat isn't Really the Best Way to Kill Boredom at Night

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CHAPTER 22:
HOT CHAT ISN’T REALLY THE BEST WAY TO KILL BOREDOM AT NIGHT

             Finally, one good thing had happened - or so Nikolas believed when he decided to go to bed. He was quite surprised when he saw the midget few hours ago. Although he had called her ugly and looking like a mushroom, he actually had to admit that the new hairstyle suited her - made her even prettier if he dared say so.

Yet, he would never tell her that in face,  since it would only boost her ego. And as usual, he just had no idea why he couldn't resist to tease her about sex — maybe because he knew that she was a kinky virgin, he wasn't sure.

Sighing, he let himself relax and lie down knowing that the same midget he wanted in his bed was away from him. He'll finally get to sleep without having to worry about her making problems on the other side, or pulling a prank to get revenge while he was our of cold.

Forgetting all about the problems that had piled up to this day, Nikolas only closed his eyes as he willingly embraced the darkness.

Which didn't last long because the next thing he knew, his phone started ringing like crazy. Nikolas rarely had dreams and most of the time when he woke up he'd feel like he only fell asleep five seconds ago.

Cursing, he grabbed his glasses from the night table before glancing at the digital clock next to him only to realize that it was half past one in the middle of the night. He had no idea who was brave enough to call him so late at night, yet he decided to answer as he remembered that it might've been important.

Like Vincent ending in the jail - for unknown reason.

Taking his phone, he saw that the number calling him was unknown, so he only unlocked it before answering.

"Hello?" But he seriously couldn't understand why would someone whose number he didn't know have his number.

"Oh yes, bad boy. You were really, really, really naughty, weren't you?"

The fuck? The only question passing though his mind was what the fuck did he just hear with his ears.

"I'm sorry, I believe that you got the wrong person." And with that, he ended the call before taking off his glasses and leaving them back to the night table.

Just as he lied down and was about to resume his sleep, his phone started to ring once again making him groan in annoyance.

Roughly grabbing his phone again and answering the call, he expected someone else to answer, yet was only faced with the same woman from earlier.

"My naughty little kitten, it's okay mamma is patient," hearing her voice and words she used only made him shiver in disgust. Yes, he was a dominant and saying things like that were normal for him, yet being heard someone say them to him sounded so wrong. Those two were completely different things.

"Look, ma'am, you've got the wrong—" he started only to be interrupted again by that woman making his lips form a thin line, reaching the climax of his annoyance.

"Shh, don't worry, mamma loves naughty boys. She will take good care of you and ***** you as she ***** and you ***** her while she ***** all over—" nor being able to take it any longer, he pressed the red button ending that call he prayed to heaven not to get nightmares from. He so didn't need that one in his life.