Alaric.
I knew staying by Nia's side wasn't a good idea. But I still decided to take the job so guess this is all on me.
Today she's wearing an emerald suit. And since we are in her therapy office, she has her coat off. She has one of those tight turtle-necks she always wears. I sit opposite her trying to read but my eyes are ogling her. I haven't turned a single page since we got here.
We got here three hours ago.
My mind goes to last night. Her in that sinful gown. The way her rose tattoo showed. The delicate and perfect petals. And the vine of the rose that seemed to disappear inside the robe. I was so fucking tempted to investigate and find out where the vine ended. But I stayed strong. I know it's not so gentlemanly to be that greedy. But can you blame me? She looks like a work of art. a fucking goddess. And she doesn't seem to know that.
I can see the hate she looks at herself in the mirror with. The way she seems stressed when it's time to eat. The way she seems uncomfortable when I look at her curves. They are beautiful. They are what makes her who she is but she seems to hate them.
I sit here examining her. Those gorgeous eyes. The tiny button nose. The eye brows that are perfect even without trying. Oh, her lips. Full and beautiful, so kissab—
Stop it, Alaric. It's pathetic of me.
Looking at her right now, she's completely different from the woman from last night. Her eyes are serious, glasses in place. Gone is the woman who was so affected by him. And here is a woman who loves her work. She's going through documents and notes of her therapy clients.
I try my best to not think about last night. But I fail. Spectacularly.
I was so tempted to just push the robe to the side and take those sinful nipples to my mouth and find out if she tastes as good as she smells.
And then there is the way her whole face changed when I asked to bite the grapes. There was a look of disappointment that flashed so fast that I would have missed it. Of course I wasn't interested in the grapes. I meant her nipples. But they got interesting when I fed them to myself using her hand.
What got me almost going on my knees was how her pulse ticked when I continued eating them from her hand. She didn't even try to hide how affected she was. I was so happy to see that I have effect on the ice queen.
I had to get out of the kitchen before I could do something impulsive. Something like pushing the robe aside and find out if she can get wet for me. Find out if she's a screamer or not. Though I kinda have a feeling she's not a screamer. Or maybe she was already wet for me—
No, I can't be that full of myself.
I'm pulled away from my head by seeing her removing a hair pin. Her hair comes falling on her shoulders. She then pushes her fingers and starts massaging her scalp, making sounds that have no business being hot with her lower lip bitten and her eyes closed.
"If I get a dollar every time I find you staring at me," she speaks, her eyes and hands back to working, "I'd be a billionaire by now."
"You are a billionaire," I say. Not denying that I stare at her.
"That's not the point." She looks at me this time.
"I know. But in my defense, you are too beautiful." That seems to catch her off guard. But she doesn't say anything. She doesn't seem to actually believe that she's beautiful.
Even her own students see how beautiful she is, meanwhile she's always in a mask. If they see her without, they might go blind.
I heard one of the female students go, "I asked AI how to date my absolutely beautiful professor and the AI had the guts to actually tell me that if she's that beautiful, I might not be her type. And that she might not even be gay. I told the AI that her parents are gay and it still said that my chances with her are very low. I almost cried."
The other students just laughed saying that Prof. Muriithi is way out of their leagues.
She continues working as I continue with my mission to explore her face with my eyes. And with her hair down, she looks even more irresistible.
After two more hours, I see her packing up, meaning we are going home. She doesn't put her hair up again.
I stand and place the book I was trying to read on the shelf and stand right in front of her desk, ready to help her carry her bag. Yes, she allows me to carry her bag, small victories. and she asked me to sit in the back with her after Andre, her chauffeur, returned from a place I did not want to investigate too much.
After she's done organizing her items, she stands up fast. Then stops abruptly, holding her head in her hands. My hands instinctively go to her waist, holding her steady.
I pick her up and place her on the desk. My eyes finding hers.
"Are you okay?" I ask, placing my hand on her forehead. Maybe it's a fever.
"Fine, just a little dizzy." she says, her eyes avoiding mine. "Just low on iron."
"Oh." I sigh.
As she locks her office, I text Aunt Mary asking her if Nia takes any supplements. She says no. I ask her to consult the family doctor and see if he can bring some calcium and iron supplements for Nia. Plus some pumpkin oil capsules.
I tell her that in case Nia asks what the supplements are for, she told tell her that they are vitamins to boost immunity.
Nia trusts Aunt Mary, so she won't ask too many questions.
The colour of her skin seems to return a little since I came here. I have been forcing her to eat more and follow her to the bathroom when I can.
"Miss Luna," Andre says, when we get to the car. "How was your day? Are you tired?"
"I told you to call me just Luna, your ass just won't listen." Nia says, but she's smiling. "My day was fine and I'm not that tired."
I love seeing her interacting with her staff. She sees them as equals.
"I'm also good, Andre. Thanks for asking."
"Oh come on, Alaric, don't be a prude. I was actually intending to ask you too."
We all get into the car and head home.