The Russian Billionaire's Fiesty Serb

I must've dozed off from my food coma because when I open my eyes, I realise that I'm lying on top of a warm body. My eyes travel further up his delicious body to meet his green depths. 'I see that the food did its job.' Nik says with a smug grin.

Maybe its because I've just woken up, but my guard is down as I stretch out on top of his body. I nuzzle against his chest like a cat. I can't help it, he's always like a hot furnace that warms me from the inside out, I love it.

I realise I don't hear Iron Man playing in the background, 'Hey, why did you turn off my movie?'

'You do realise its 10pm?' he asks.

I look at him in shock. I can't believe that I napped for 5 hours. That's an insanely long nap even for me.

He sniggers, 'I didn't realise that movies played for 5 hours these days.'

'Ha—ha.' I scowl at him, then pinch his right nipple in revenge.

A sound I've never heard before rips out of his mouth in the form of a yelp.

We both pause, then I burst out in a fit of giggles. 'Who would've thought that it would take a nipple to take down the great Nikolai Milordov?'

'You think that's funny do you?' he ass with a flint to his emerald eyes.

'yeah I—' he cuts me off by flipping me over. He starts relentlessly tickling me like a demon.

I'm thrashing around from his torture and laughing like a maniac. 'Please—' I'm puffing, 'Stop, I'll pee myself.'

He takes pity on me and finally stops torturing me. I take this chance to wipe away the happy tears on my face in case he changes his mind. When I look back at him I'm caught off guard from the gentle expression he is gazing back at me with and my heart squeezes painfully in response.

He leans in to kiss me softly and then brushes my hair out of my face, 'I'm happy that you can still laugh like this despite what's happened today.'

'Yeah, I guess I'm just relieved to finally know who broke into my place. Of course I didn't know he was that unhinged. But it does feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest, fala bogu.'

'Yeah.' He says in a cautious tone.

'What you don't believe him?'

'Hm, it's not that. I just have a gut feeling that we're missing something.' His fists clench, 'Either way, I'll get to the bottom of it.'

He leans down to kiss my forehead, 'But it's not something I want you to worry about.'

My heart melts at all the affection he has been showing me lately.

He continues, 'I'd rather have you relaxed and safe in my bed. So you can head up first, I'm just going to make a quick phone call.'

I'm surprised that he would want me in his bed, despite him being allergic to emotions. His invitation feels pretty intimate.

The shock must show on my face because I hear him chuckle before he swoops down to kiss me. His kiss causes butterflies to run rampant in my belly. Then he taps me on bum and turns me toward the stairs, 'Go on.' His Russian accent is a bit more pronounces this time, showing he's just as affected by the innocent kiss as I was.

I reluctantly leave him and head to his room. Then I remember that I left my toiletries in my suitcase in my room.

I roll my eyes, and turn toward the right direction of the corridor where my room is located. It takes me a second to retrieve my toiletries as I riffle through my suitcase.

I turn around and scream. I clutch at my chest, 'Jebote pas mater! Jesus Nik, you nearly gave me a heart attack.'

The side of his lip twitches. But it doesn't disguise the irritation I can sense coming off him in waves, as he leans against my doorframe.

'Seems only fair to shock you as much as you have me. Were you just going to up and leave without telling me?' he narrows his eyes at me with betrayal and hurt flashing in them.

Once my heart rate calms down I finally find my words. 'Of course I was going to tell you. I wasn't just going to run off.' Which is a half-truth because I was in panic mode when I got home from the office. But I still would've told him, just maybe after I'd already left.

Nik must sense my half-truth because he stalks over to me and throws me over his shoulder. 'Nik, what are you doing?'

'What does it look like?' I'm kidnapping you.' He says in a gruff voice.

He stalks us to his room and I get a great view of his glutes carrying us there, so I'm not complaining.

Nik throws me on the bed like I'm a sack of potatoes and lords over me, 'So, explain yourself?'

Now I'm freaking exasperated this oaf. I was clearly trying to make this uncomplicated by removing myself before he would notice my feelings and be burdened by them.