Chapter 15

"Because it is none of your business,"

The arrogant words still played in my mind. I regretted ever spilling them out.

Although Nicholas has an air of reserved calmness, I knew I was pissing him off already.

Nick did not reply to me, rather he walked towards the hospital bed: approaching me in a menacing air, he looked gravely when he sat on the thin bed giving it a cringing sound.

His outstanding weight on the bed made me flinch as his male figure almost envelope the whole bed.

I tried shifting my slender legs trying to escape from him when he sent his hand to catch my leg keeping it in place.

My heartbeat was now pumping and I could hear my own heart trying to escape its ribcage.

Besides the fact that Nick had his large soft hand on me, keeping me from going anywhere made me panic. His grip was not tight but then his presence made me uncomfortable.

I found it difficult to breathe particularly because my eyes were plastered on this man.

'Oh, God! I think I am drooling over this man,' my mind shouted.

Nicholas used the index of his right hand to cock my chin with, drawing my attention away from his hand and directly to my face.

Averting my eyes from him I half-closed my eyes.

"Look at me, Megan," he let out more like a command.

Just his hands on me made me tremble beneath his strength, I did not have the energy to fight against him, just his closeness made my barrier shatter into millions of different pieces.

It was with so much willpower that I summoned the courage to look at him.

He made sure I had his full attention before he blurted out,

"Good, now you listen because I seldom repeat myself over issues that are pertinent to me," he started.

I gulped, feeling it difficult for the saliva to pass down my dry throat.

He continued after a deafening pause.

"I want this to be clear enough for you and for me, so it will be an added advantage if you listen promptly to what I have to say. This should be the first warning I am giving you about being rude to me. I do not know how many mistakes you might make in the future, but never tell me to mind my business. You are part of my business now," he said in a refined calmness.

I gasped. I was recklessly speechless.

He released his grip from beneath my chin leaving me bewildered.

He paced the floor with his hands in his pocket.

His shoes made a clanging sound upon colliding with the marble floor, as he thought throughout the process till my words shot him like a bullet.

"And I promise you this, I will make as many mistakes in the future till you decide to let me be," I said almost screaming at him.

He stopped pacing the floor to stare at me with a smirk on his face.

"You dare not contradict my commands, will you?" I inquired in a deadly tone.

I swallowed staring at him with bulging eyes.

"I am not your employee that you may toy around with neither am I your puppet that you will wrap around your tiny finger so comfortably. If you think about threatening me with the job I do not already have then I am pleased to tell you that I was never employed in the first place," I said whimpering.

"Puppet?" Nicholas picked out the word as if it was the only thing I had said.

His look was now outrageous as he found a sort of entertainment in this exchange of words we did.

I rolled my eyes brushing aside the word.

Again, I saw Nicholas walking to sit beside me on the thin bed, this time laying all his weight on the bed.

His words were harsh, they were raw, they lacked censorship as he spat them to my face regardless of whether I had feelings attached to the words or not.

"I don't know why I am telling you this, but you should know this, I will never nurse such thoughts in me as to gallivant with you or more have you in my bed. To have anything to do with you is equivalent to me joining the monk," he spat out checking to see my facial expression.

I didn't wear a garment of shock, in fact, I pretended like his words did not have an effect on me but I know I was slowly going to suffer from his words whether I want it or not.

"You know what, I don't regret saying earlier that I hate you, you can as well lock me in the prison for firing that to your face. At least being in prison will be worth it than merely staying in this claustrophobic cube room trying to strangle myself by seeing your annoyingly handsome face every now and then,"

This was the hardest thing I had ever said in my whole life. I was sheepish, yes, but revealing the blatant truth as it was, hmm! that was something outstanding to even do.

Nicholas had this chuckle that was rich, my words were like exploding a laughing gas to his face. He drew his head behind laughing so hard.

"Paper Tiger," he muttered.

He continued laughing making me seem like a fool before him.

Shifting my eyes away from his, turned my back upon him backing him.

I would get him at this, I definitely will.

'He who laughs last laughs best,' I used that sentence to console myself with it.

Although I had my back against Nicholas, I could still feel his presence in the room, he was still on my bed sitting and probably watching me.

After about ten minutes of being in that position, I decided to face him now. Seeing me position my body to face him, he raised a brow mockingly at me.

His mouth which could not keep shut asked me in a tone that could make me strangle him saying,

"Has the spoiled princess decided to talk to me?" he inquired.

I suppressed the urge to tell him to 'shut the fuck up' rather I brushed his question aside with a new one of mine.