Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 17 - Nicolae is back and he isn't happy

I'm working in one more box of old documents. This one has portfolios of many companies Viktor Bartholy still owns or owned before. He's really an old fox, as my grandmother called him. He doesn't keep his eggs in the same basket: his portfolio is very varied. He's a real businessman. I feel fascinated by his sagacity.

Khawla: I need one more cup of coffee to survive the day...

I go to prepare one more mug of coffee in the kitchen. I've already lost the track of how many I've drunken today so far, but the sleepless nights and my bad mood are making me eager for more of the black liquor. The only thing I'm sure is that I have so much caffeine in my blood, more than my usual dosage. I let out an ironic laugh remembering Sarah and Sebastian telling me to slow down with the coffee.

When I come back to the office, Nicolae is already there, sitting in his armchair, waiting for me. He's very angry. I've never seen him like this before because, in general, he's very comprehensive and calm. His jaw is clenched, his blue eyes are fierce and studying me like a predator studies his prey, ready to attack it, and his arms are crossed in his chest. It seems he's trying hard to hold himself not to jump on my jugular. I chill to the bones! He's extremely dangerous like this. If he knew I know he's a vampire, I think he would be showing his fangs to me now...

I freeze. Lorie, Peter, and Drogo were right about him being furious if we don't inform what happens at the manor straight away. Because Nicolae is a control freak, he must be informed about everything in his household. He must know!

I'm not feeling safe in front of such a threatening dangerous aura, and I'm happy he can't read my mind to see that I'm afraid of him even I'm not letting myself be intimidated. Because I'm dumbfounded, he breaks the silence, and his voice is authoritarian and icy cold as winter winds.

Nicolae: So, Khawla, don't you have anything to tell me?

I try to put on the most innocent face I can, although I'm very far from being such an innocent girl...

Khawla: Nicolae, I've crashed the car!

Nicolae: I've noticed when I arrived... When did it happen?

I gulp. I have goosebumps.

Khawla: On Monday morning, when I was taking Lorie to the school.

Nicolae: Two days back, huh? And when did you intend to inform me?

Khawla: On your return. I didn't want to annoy you when you were out of town busy in meetings.

Nicolae: It wasn't wise from your part... I should be informed immediately when it happened.

The Bartholys siblings tried to warn me that it isn't a good idea hide things from Nicolae. Definitely, Nicolae is a control freak, and it makes me nuts! I hate this type of behavior so much. It wakes up what's worse in me.

Nicolae continues asking me questions with his cold and authoritarian tone like I'm a little girl caught red-handed misbehaving. I'm answering him patiently, although I'm getting mad with all this abuzz for nothing.

Nicolae: What else do you have to tell me, Khawla?

Khawla: I got fined.

Nicolae: What were you doing speeding 160Km/h in a street of 60Km/h?

I sigh angrily, almost groaning. Although I'm guilty as charged, being lectured by Nicolae is getting me berserk. I'm big girl enough to know what I do and why I do the things I do. I don't need anyone trying to be my father, trying to put me bonds. How I hate it, and I'm in my edge because of the sleepless nights and the excess of caffeine in my blood. My ironic and sarcastic mood is on.