“We're leaving for the party! Now!” Valeria told him, trying to hold her laughter after Nick changed directions three times to avoid going to the gala. “You just want me to die of a heart attack!” said Nick. “Maybe, but first let's go to the party,” Valeria leaned into the passenger seat, not caring about the dress, and kissed him on the lips. “Well, let's go to the damn gala,” Nick conceded, but the truth was that he wanted to turn around and take her to his apartment once and for all. As every year, the twins were at the entrance to the hall welcoming all the guests, and if they were surprised that Valeria arrived clinging to Nick's arm, they didn't show it. The party was beautiful, the conversation was pleasant, and the champagne was flowing. The chiefs of design from Bennet Designs and from many other studios had been invited, so Valeria got even more caramelized with Nick as she watched Anna turn redder than her dress. But soon all her enthusiasm seemed to evaporate the ver
In other circumstances Nick would have run off with Valeria to the nearest hospital, but as soon as they had left the event hall, the girl's face had completely relaxed, and she never winced again as she watched him drive. So Nick didn't think twice about steering the car toward his apartment. He opened the passenger door and carried her in her arms again as they rode up in the elevator. He did his best to maintain control as they entered the apartment and placed her gently on the couch. He pulled off her heels, caressing her ankles and.... “I'll get some ice,” he whispered, going to the fridge and returning in a few seconds with a bag of ice gel. “Hold it for a moment.” He put the bag against Valeria's ankle and loosened his tie. Valeria watched him take it off and then take off his suit... and swallowed hard, feeling the tickle building in her lower abdomen. “Are you in a lot of pain?” Nick asked, closing his warm palm around her ankle. “What?” she replied, distracted. Nick le
Nick smiled when he saw her put on his shirt. It came almost to her knees and she looked like a beautiful little doll with it on. He had spent the whole night cuddled up against her body and was troubled by the fact that it was the best feeling he had had in a long time. He had very strong feelings for Valeria, but she was not an easy woman to handle. He saw her enter the room a few minutes later with two cups of fragrant coffee and sat down on the bed, taking his. Valeria gave him a short kiss on the lips and smiled. “Are you all right?” Nick asked, looking her up and down suggestively and letting his gaze linger between her legs. “You're a beast!” Valeria rolled her eyes, and Nick tried not to spit out his coffee with laughter. “Hey...! You can walk, so I'm not that.” He gently pulled her hand and cuddled her when she sat on his lap. “And why do you ask? Do you want to repeat?” she provoked him. “Definitely! You're what the doctor ordered. Every eight hours, every day. “Do you
“I think I'd better go...” Miranda murmured in a soft voice as she stood up. “Yes, you'd better leave.” “Valeria!” Nick gave her an ugly look, and Valeria shot him an angry glare. Miranda Jones left that office knowing that she had accomplished half of her goal. She might not know how to make Nicholas Bennet fall in love with her again, but she knew all his demons and knew exactly how to use them against him. She headed for the elevator, and her smile expanded when she ran into Anna before she got there. The woman beckoned her into her office. “You're all smiley,” Anna told her. “I left Nicky and Valeria fighting in the main office, so yes, I'm very happy,” Miranda replied. “Do you want to keep it that way?” Anna asked, and Miranda leaned forward in her chair. “Of course.” “Do you think they'll be fighting long enough?” “Yes, why?” Miranda asked curiously. “Because if you use your time and influence well, I can help you make Valeria Williams disappear from Mr. Bennet's life..
It must have been maybe three in the morning when Nick heard his cell phone ring and answered it. For the first time in a couple of weeks he was sleeping in his own apartment since things with Valeria weren't going well enough to ask her to stay with her. It had been five days since Valeria's fourth collection had been released to the public by Steven Harris, and since then, she hadn't taken her head off the desk and the sketch folder, trying to design a new collection so that the delivery to Davies wouldn't be too late. “Hello? “Nicky!?” Miranda's voice sounded tearful and desperate on the other end. “Miranda?” he looked at the time and sat up in bed. “Are you okay? How can I help you?” “I don't know…” the woman sobbed. “I'm at the hospital, they just brought daddy in and he doesn’t look well...” “But what happened to him?” Nick asked her. “They think it's a heart attack, and they say his heart stopped... I'm so scared, Nicky! “Tell me what hospital you're in.” “No... don't c
Nick's face became a mask of coldness as he looked at the memory Valeria had placed in his hand. “What is this?” he growled at her. “These are the recordings from the security cameras in the hallway to my office.” “Who gave this to you, Valeria?” Nick roared. “Did you allow Andrew Davies access to my office security?” “I didn't allow anything!” she answered equally angry. “And your offices don't have any security! Andrew got the recordings. He didn't tell me how and I didn't ask him. But I accepted them even if they came from him because he seems to be the only one who cares about what happened.” “Do you think I don't care?” Nick said, visibly irritated. “So you did do your research?” Valeria questioned him. “You know what's on those recordings and you didn't say anything? You didn't do anything?” Nick frowned uncomprehendingly. “IT said that those recordings were corrupted. That someone erased ten minutes of the recording from the camera in your office—” “Yes, but they didn't
The world was too dark, so dark and cold that she didn't want to wake up, but something was pushing her to open her eyes, and when she finally did the headache was unbearable. She was in the back seat of a parked car and looked to the side, recognizing Andrew. “What did you hit me with?” Valeria complained, but Andrew didn't smile, he was too scared. “You fainted. Luckily you were already with me, but I don't want to imagine what would have happened if you had been alone,” Andrew muttered. “How do you feel?” “My head hurts a lot and... everything is spinning,” said Valeria trying to sit better, but it seemed that all her strength had left her. Andrew took one of her hands and caressed it with a comforting gesture while Valeria tried to recover. The whole story between Nick, Miranda, and her came to her all at once, and she felt a horrible tightness in her chest. “The conversation with Nick didn't go well, did it?” asked Andrew, and Valeria shook her head, feeling that lump in her
Valeria thought twice before leaving the elevator, but she couldn't miss work just because she was angry with Nick. After all, she had to keep the word she had given Andrew to finish her collections. Besides, it had been two days since Nick had gone to work. He hadn't called her, hadn't come looking for her, and she had preferred to keep a safe distance rather than have another confrontation like that with him. Nick hadn't believed in her, he had preferred to believe in Miranda's lies and manipulation. That's why he was still with her in the hospital. Valeria went into her cubicle, closed the door, and pulled down the blinds so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone. She knew that everyone in that company was aware of her argument with Nick and that more than one was having a blast because of it. She looked at her cell phone screen, but there was only silence. Nick wasn't going to call her until she apologized to Miranda, and she wasn't going to apologize to that witch. More than t