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Chapter 56: Niko Volkov

Man's best friend is a dog, Niko Volkovs best friend is the mirror.

Staring back at me, a reflection of utter perfection. Not smug, just truthful. Only difference now is that on my cheek rests a patch of crimson skin. Like I got stung.

Close, I got slapped.

Actions have repercussions, and I expected nothing less from Camilla when I tried to get rid of her Prince Charming by kissing her.

By the time I detached from her, she had this beautiful red tainting her cheeks that looked insanely better than how red suits my skin.

Her chest rose up and down and she looked at me with these wide grey eyes, and I swear I was ready to go into round two.

Obviously, I lied. There was no way in hell I was over this girl. No matter how much I tried to deny it, watching her accept his royal stuckupness's hand over mine hazed me for a moment.

Looking back at me with that wrath fed glare of hers as if I were to blame for every problem in the world.

What did not help is that her dress clung to her tanned skin to the point where little was left to the imagination, and another man was there to see that.

Now obviously I am not the most level headed person to grace this planet so I am shocked how well I contained myself with the sight of Camilla walking around like Aphrodite being born. If anyone could look ethereal even after falling into water of course it was going to be her.

It was too much even for me, thus the explanation I had for my stunt.

Who was I kidding? I was devastatingly in love with this woman since before I could even comprehend the notion.

No matter how many nasty glares she shot my way or the bitterness on her tongue as she continuously spat venom at me.

I wanted her. And it was eating me out inside.

Nothing would ever be in order unless the day arrived where Camilla Larsen would finally unlock her gates of heaven and allow me in.

I was going to have her, and the only way she was going to get rid of me is if she killed me herself.

A snicker rose from my throat at how she thought a single slap would keep me away from her, the poor girl underestimates me too much.

My thumb runs over my bottom lip as I relinquish the feeling of how her lips felt on mine.

She was hesitant, and stood there frozen for a moment as if the concept was foreign to her.

Camilla was never a person of affection, she was nurturing to a select few and never bore a glance to anyone else.

There was a sullen expression on her gorgeous face that no stranger would ever be able to crack. While she was raised in a house where love could be accounted for from miles away courtesy of her parents, the entire idea was ridiculous to her.

She was an Ice queen with the face of an angel. Which made her dangerous.

Clearly, I could never get the memo and was in desperate need for more.

She did not kiss me back, instead she stood there while I kept her entrapped with my lips. However mark my words, there will be a day where all she can think about is kissing me back.

That she would be able to understand even a fraction of how I feel for her.

A weary sigh slips from my lips as I brush the messy strands of my hair back, it was getting too long even for my taste and I needed to get rid of some of it.