Chapter: 781

“Let's go to my bedroom," Nikolas said, his voice tinged with reluctance. He grabbed the slippers and trailed behind Aimee, who was already heading towards the bedroom, barefoot.

After a night spent in the car and a rush return from Wesden without a break, his fatigue was palpable.

Upon opening the bedroom door, Aimee was taken aback. Nikolas‘ bedroom lacked the air that the rest of his opulent permeated house.

Instead, it boasted a starkly masculine decor, dominated by shades of black, white, and gray.

Her eyes instinctively swept over the toothbrush on the bathroom sink.

There was only one, paired with a single towel and bathrobe-clear signs of his current single status.

Without much ado, Aimee began to undress, intent on keeping their encounter brief.

As she slipped off her jacket and reached for her blouse buttons, Nikolas stood abruptly and held up a hand to stop her.

“Are you in such a rush?" he asked.

"Yes, of course! What, should I stay here and chat?" she retorted.

Aimee struggled, but Nikolas held on firmly.

"We won't be doing to today. I'm exhausted." Nikolas felt utterly drained, sure that the bags under his eyes were showing.

He was still a patient.

"Then why bring me here?" Aimee asked.

"So you know where I live."

"We only agreed to do it three times, and then we're strangers. Why bother knowing where you live?" Taking her coat, Aimee put it on.

“If you're not up for it today, I might as well go."

She stormed out like a whirlwind, cutting off any chance for Nikolas to reply.

He inhaled sharply and hurried after her. "Wait, okay, I'll do it."

There was an odd tone to his words that Aimee picked up on.

"I didn't mean to pressure you. It sounds like I did."

"No, that's not it." Nikolas pulled her back towards the bedroom, crossing his arms and quickly starting to undress.

Suddenly confronted with a man's bare chest, Aimee felt her cheeks warm. She quickly looked away, only to steal another glance and find herself admiring the view.

Nikolas, despite his frequent nights out, lacked the expected beer belly. Instead, his torso was defined by sculpted six-pack abs that became even more pronounced as he lifted his arms, revealing the sharp angles of his obliques.