Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

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Hey Rom-Cubs,

Ok so ....

Main Characters:

Adaramola Malia John
Niccoli Marcelo Casimiro
Krysta Valentina Casimiro
Jaden John
Stephan Mills
Tionne Banks
Napoleo Amicci

A brief background of these characters will be given in the following chapter so stay tuned.

Here's the fourth installation.

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- Ang

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 4

*Nick*

God, she's so beautiful. Who is she? I boldly allowed my gaze to rake over her gorgeous petit form. I could see her radiant skin glow a little more as she blush under my scrutiny. By occupation, the goddess before me was in fact one of my staff. A waitress to be exact. Why hadn't I noticed her before?

Well, for one, I never held interviews with the prospects. I did once before but that changed because ninety-nine point nine percent of the time candidates kept throwing themselves shamelessly at me. I would be their boss! It was already difficult as it was for me to respect women because of what my mother did to Krysta and I.

It was pathetic and unbecoming, to say the least. That's why I gave Napoleo the task and it suited him well. He didn't care that women would openly throw themselves at him. He loved women and didn't mind them, playing their cards where he was concerned but I made sure that he kept his business and my business on two separate plains.

This beauty, however, didn't strike me as the type that would openly flirt with her boss so of course I wouldn't mind interviewing her. She was different. It was almost startling how radiant she was. Her mesmerizing brown skin. Her warm brown eyes so full of hope.

The woman knelt before me, holding a damp cloth to my torso and suddenly I felt was the fabric of my slacks twitching as it grew tighter. She gazed up into my eyes, hosting an element I came to recognize as fear in time. It only took me a moment to figure out why things had taken turn down that particular path.

Her actions had seized solely because my hand was clasped tightly around the wrist of her chocolate mocha hand. I had no idea what had come over me but her skin was so smooth to the touch that unbeknownst to me, I began drawing circles at the ball of her palm with my thumb.

Krysta cleared her throat, catching me completely off-guard, causing me to loosen my hold of the waitress' wrist abruptly which caused her to stumble back unto her butt. She yelped in pain and pinning me with a menacing gaze for the first time since we'd met. She found her balance and was crouched down before me once again.

"My apologies Miss ..." I began, catching her by surprise. The unique name seemed to escape me at once.

She stared at me openly like I resembled the Kraken. My patience began to wear thin, but instead of opening my mouth and saying something I'd probably regret, I cleared my throat bringing her back to earth.

"Um ... Uh ... J-John. Adaramola John." She finally replied, now bent on avoiding my gaze.

"Adaramola John." I said. The words had a foreign taste on my tongue that I quite liked. The feeling that came along with it was enough to excite any man. As though to convey her rarity, Miss John's name was also different. In fact, I don't think that I'd ever heard it before. She busied herself, taking care of my wound until she was completed the task.

"Please allow me again Sir to apologize, it was not my intent to-"

"Nick accepts your apology Miss John and you may take him out to make it up to him!"

"What?" Miss John and I both turned to Krysta. I loved my sister but at the moment I wanted to ring her ears. What was she up to? Krysta knows that I don't fraternize with the staff? And I especially don't interact with the women I employ on anything but a professional level. That goes against everything I stood for. Krysta eyed me determined not to back down in her stance.

"Miss John, you'd be doing us a favor. Nick is in dire need of a date. Believe it or not he's never been on a date. It would mean the world to me if you would hangout with him."

I sat there incredulously, basking in what had just occurred. Krysta did well not to meet my gaze because she knew I'd be pissed beyond word. This wasn't something she'd done many times before. What's the matter with her?

"Uh - Miss Casim-"

"-Krysta,"

"Krysta ... with all due respect, I do not wish to jeopardize my job. It wouldn't be ethical of me to assent to this."

There another clear thinking person in the room. Wait ... she did not swoon over me like the rest? Why? I stood against the pain causing Miss John to stand back most likely intimidated by my form. She took a few more steps away from where I stood, her gaze descending while she fiddled with her fingers.

"Please, Nick will make it worth your while!" Krysta countered.

"No! Nick won't. All you women are the same. Self-serving, good-for-nothing, careless. A waste of honest time and resources. You care about no one but yourselves." I held Miss John's gaze noticing the tears that sprung in her brown eyes. Without another word, she quickly made for the door running out leaving us behind and closing it with a click despite her obvious state.

The room was fell silent. I glanced at my sister and by her expression, I'd say Krysta was awfully pissed at me herself. She pressed her palms against her temple in frustration and disbelief.

"Niccolo!" Krysta called. "Cielo?"

"Chiave e tu?" It wasn't like us to fight and I hated it but at the same time I didn't want anyone making a habit of prying into my love life. Nessuno! Not even my own sister. "Sai come mi sento dove le donne sono interessate. Sono tutti uguali. Come madre!"

"Nick that's awfully unfair of you to judge someone so harshly. Especially, someone you know nothing about. I'm not saying you have to marry the woman but you've been so engrossed in your work recently I can't help but worry. I worry if you left time for love."

"Ti amo mia sorella." Despite my pain, I moved towards her before pulling her in a tight hug and kissing her forehead.

"I believe you Nick but that's not the kind of love I'm referring to what about agape love? You've never had a girlfriend Nick ... I don't want to see you let that kind of love pass you by. I want you to live a life without regrets."

"You worry too much, Button." My chin was just above her head at the moment until she pulled away enough to look up into my eyes.

"I worry too much?" Krysta looked up at me, searching my eyes. "What more can I do when my older brother has no one to show me what love means? To set an example for his younger sister. You can work all your life but the one thing you can't do is live without love. "

As I said, my little sister is a very intelligent person. That and the one woman I love in my life but she was too smart for her own good.

*END of Chapter Four*

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Translations
Italian - English

"Che Diavolo?" - What the hell?

"Chiave E tu che mi dici?"
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Me and what about you?

Nessuno! - No One!

"Sai come mi sento dove le donne sono interessate. Essi sono tutti uguali. Proprio come madre!"
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You know how I feel where women are concerned. They are all the same. Just like mother.

"Ti amo mia sorella."
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I love you my sister