His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 51: Stop talking Arissa

Chapter 51: Stop talking Arissa

"Nicklaus,"

Arissa called still pressing her face on the tinted glass as she watched the man Nicklaus come here to handle the media. She badly wants to see Collins walk out of there.

She wasn’t clarified yet but she felt something off with Collins today, especially with his bold steps of feeding her. She frowned realizing she even accepted it without a question or a frown.

Not hearing Nicklaus reply to his name, she called him again;

"Nicklaus,"

And without a reply from him, she turned to him only to see him resting his head on his seat headrest with his eyes shut.

Was he tired? She wondered as she looked at his assumed asleep expression. She remembered he arrived at 4:03 am and left the house before she was awake so yes, he was tired.

But no! He shouldn’t be tired.

If he was, he would have not come down here only to ruin her good time.

"Klaus," she called him now with authority in her voice. Figuring out the power this name has on him, she was sure he would open his eyes and yes, that did the trick. He did not open his eyes, but he turned his face to her.

"What is it Arissa?" Nicklaus asked lazily with his eyes shut. His two days away weren’t a vacation but extreme torture with the company branches so why won’t she just let him be?

Right now, he’s beginning to regret ending her lunchtime but come to think of it, why was he that way and what was he during here?

"Oh! Now you talk?" she question with irritation at the way he kept her waiting and with the sarcastic question, Nicklaus opened his eyes and glared at her.

"My motorcycle is there and I need to go and get it," she hissed at him ignoring his glare. Looking into his eyes, the dream surfaced again.

Nicklaus’s eyes turned wide in seconds as he sat up. Did she just say motorcycle?

After dressing up like a spy, she still had no conscious and added it up with a motorcycle. Wait! What kind of lady is he married to?

"Someone would bring it home for you," he assured her and leaned back into the backrest. Hearing him, Arissa did not oppose and turned back to the window waiting for Collins to walk out.

She technically can’t go out right now unless she wants the paparazzi to take the little light away from her with their heartless assumptions and speech.

Nicklaus opened his eyes again and passed her a side watch and to his surprise, she was back to the window pressing her face on it.

"Do you like him?" Nicklaus asked curiously as he fully turned to her and watched her intensely. He can’t believe he was asking this question but since the moment he saw how free she was around that doctor of hers, if he was being honest, his heart had been in turmoil.

Arissa turned her face away from the window in surprise. The question gave her some weird lingering feelings but at the same time, she did well to shut it off.

She said nothing to clarify or deny Nicklaus’s words and this only made Nicklaus’s heart tighten more but as trained from birth, he did not show his emotions and just rested back on the backrest again with thoughts and exhaustion.

Arissa wanted to say something but shut her mouth when the driver entered the car.

"Drive now Lukas," Nicklaus ordered when Lukas entered the car but did not start immediately.

"His voice is also low and exhausted," Arissa noted in her thoughts.

Stretching her hand a little, she fearlessly touches his forehead and immediately withdraws it. His forehead was very hot even under the car air conditioner.

"What is it Arissa?" Nicklaus asked opening his eyes and turning to her after feeling her hand on his forehead.

Arissa gulped. "You are running a fever," she stated and without thinking, she took his hand in hers.

Nicklaus sigh as he looked at her small fist that wrapped his large palm, "I’m not," he opposed and took his hand off hers.

Arissa looked at his face and saw little sweats at his side profile dropping down, "Why were you here?" she asked bringing up that question again, staring at the palm he took off her hand.

She does not understand this strange pull but she is sure that she loves every physical contact between them and it only increased with the forehead kiss a while ago.

"Arissa I don’t have enough strength left for you,"

Arissa frowned hearing him. What does he mean by that? Was he indirectly saying she disturbed him?

"Answer me, Nicklaus," she demanded ignoring his state of health. He would have cared about himself before being a workaholic and coming to ruin her fun.

But contrary to her wish, Nicklaus just tilted his head and stared at her lazily hard. And not turning away, Arissa held his gaze demanding an answer from him with her eyes.

The car became stuffy for the poor driver/stalker in with them and with prayers, he begged the God he served not to mistakenly get caught in between them.

And breaking away from the glaring contest first, Nicklaus shut his eyes and rubbed his forehead again, and rested on the backrest, "I need to rest Arissa. Please stop talking," he pleaded for the first time to someone who was not his disturbing mother. He strongly need rest just for a few minutes and immediately, he would be back on his feet again.

"Lucas give me my pills," he ordered.

Stopping by the side of the road, Lucas brought the pills can out with a can of bottled water. Passing it over to Nicklaus, he turned back to the road while Nicklaus took the pills with the hope of a little rest.

"Was that for your fever?" Arissa asked curiously looking at his sexy Adam’s apple that moved with his swallow.

Nicklaus hissed at her, "Stop talking Arissa," he ordered her, and feeling insulted by his constant ’stop talking’ order, she kept shut and turned back to the window.

She does not blame him. She blamed that stupid dream for all of this emotional mess up.

He should just be thankful that she has special care for everyone she had encountered and whether enemy or foe, their life mattered to her.

Her mind lingered back on his question earlier as she asked herself the question in her thoughts, "Do I like Collins more than a friend?"