Chapter 70 Nikki
It’s been a few days since the Clara surprise. Bronson has been working nonstop, leaving us no time to speak about how things stand between us. It’s been a strained presence here in the penthouse, and to make matters worse, Bronson is still sleeping each night, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, with his fiancé.
I know we didn’t end things well between us that day Clara stopped by, but to announce his feelings, only to have him recede them, is exactly why I couldn’t give myself to him. But that doesn’t exactly stop me from thinking about that kiss, about the way he spoke to me, about his feelings for me.
To top things off even further, Mick has been trying to get a hold of me, making me feel nauseous each time I ignore his calls. I finally gave in last night and messaged him, telling him I’ve been attempting to get closer to Bronson, which is why I haven’t been answering his calls.
Rand has been all but obsolete here. Each time I see him, I give him a pleading look, but he merely nods his head in that secret agent kind of way, and goes about his day, which normally consists of him giving Bronson a ride to work, only to leave for the whole day, returning when he brings Bronson home.
Tomorrow I start my new job as one of Bronson’s old business friends’ assistant. I’m not exactly excited, but there is a small part of me that is curious. If things work out well, and the Bandits move on to someone or something else instead of Bronson, could I see myself leaving them and having my own life? Something freeing and sophisticated? I could save up enough money, get Brody to move in with me until he found his job, and we could live happily.
The thought makes me sad instantly.
Walking downstairs, I take in the delicious scented aroma of coffee and breakfast. Nadia busies herself as she mixes what looks like eggs in a small bowl, while Cassandra sits on the other side of her, seated at the bar with her phone in hand. Her perfectly manicured hands, wrapped around the mug tightly and her long legs are flaunted by some ridiculous red cocktail looking dress.
I normally try and avoid her, especially since just a few days ago, her fiancé’s lips were on mine, but even more so, because at any costs, Cassandra seems to enjoy bullying me. She has made it her mission to do terrible things and smirk when I realize it’s her. Her constant jabs at my life and appearance, the time she had security come up and accuse me of stealing something on the floor below us, it has all been her. And knowing I cannot do anything to her without the risk of losing everything I’ve worked hard for, everything I’m currently trying to prevent, makes the taunting worse.
“Good morning Miss Myers.” Nadia states as I descend down the stairs. I had changed into my typical jeans and a black tee before coming down after the last mishap of me wearing a robe in the kitchen. Bronson had been heading out but stopped and looked me up and down like a tiger with its prey. Cassandra must have noticed because not half an hour later, after I got out of the shower, my robe was shredded.
“Good morning.” I reply then sit two barstools away from Cassandra, cringing when I smell the stench of her overpowered perfume.
“Would you like breakfast Nikki?” I nod my head in Nadia’s direction but don’t miss the snarl I receive from Cassandra nor the snicker.
“It’s interesting.” She starts. “How someone of your caliber could fit in so easily around the help.”
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