His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 64: Powerful Combination.

Chapter 64: Powerful Combination.

Logan was no longer interested in the auction going on. His blood boiled at the possibility of him being tricked by Alfred.

He said Arissa would be here but the auction have started and she was still nowhere to be found. He turned to Vincent beside him and the poor man almost dropped dead with that sharp eyes piercing at him.

"Where’s Alfred?" he whispered with an irritated voice. He was highly irritated right now and he regretted following Alfred’s order of no weapons. Had it been he came with a gun, Alfred would have been with his ancestors the moment he came into this hall without seeing her.

"He’s backstage," Vincent whispered back with caution.

Logan wasn’t the only impatient one in the hall. Collins was also impatiently looking at the door. The whole seats have been taken apart from one of the reserved VIP tables and that was the only thing keeping him sane.

It can be possible that that seat was hers... but, but two seats were reserved. Could it be that Nicklaus was also coming around with her?

No way! Maybe, there was someone else who haven’t arrived. Since the whole guest was numbered, there were only a hundred and fifty people invited to the event and the big hall was already covered with competitors bidding stuff.

"They are here," Vincent whispered into Logan’s ear the moment Arissa walked into the door with an unknown man, apparently, her husband.

Logan tilted his head stylishly towards the door and he almost stood up from his seat with rage. That surely Arissa. His bride but, what was she doing with her husband in here?

Did Alfred not promise only her presence? How would he talk to her with her husband around?

His eyes darkened. He would kill Alfred. That bastard.

Noticing a more dominant and commanding presence around, most of the people in the hall turned their heads to the door and they could not help but pay respect to the couple walking in.

The husband was the most successful businessman in the world and the wife was the host princess. What a good and powerful combination.

And immediately, the paparazzi specially for the auction that stood at both corners of the hall, started taking photos of the two people who just walked in.

They were extraordinary and out of the world.

Their composure was top and the way they hooked their arms was so loving that Collins’s jaw clenched.

Nicklaus did not mind the attention, but Arissa did. Her feet stopped moving and her skin started to release sweat. Nicklaus paused along with her. Does she have a phobia of cameras?

Was she scopophobia?

"What is it Arissa?" Nicklaus asked looking down at her. Arissa raised her face to him and her fears became visible to him.

She sincerely forgot to ask about the camera situation and now, she was about to embarrass herself in front of all of these people.

Standing this way a few seconds more can warrant question and she does not want that but at the same time, she can’t move. Her feet are glued.

Without her answering, Nicklaus got his reply and he raised his hand to her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

And then, he leaned to the side of her face and whispered into her ear, "Don’t think about anything else. Just hold me and let’s work down to our table. We’re seats away from them so, just be strong and when we get to our table, you would be free from them with the privilege to lean on me." he soothe her, and at the same time, held her waist and stroked her back.

Arissa swallowed at his words and actions. They were all confusing but still at that, she found them encouraging and agreeing with him, she whispered back. "Alright,"

"Now, that’s a good girl," Nicklaus whispered again and this made her cheek red. What does he mean by saying "good girl?" No one ever called her that. From school and down to her parents, she was the bad troublesome child and she never cared but weirdly, she felt nice being given that title.

She smiled as her knee weakened. He sounded encouraging, but her mind did not translate it that way.

"Let’s go then," Nicklaus said standing straight and at the same time, bringing her mind back there.

Arissa let out a deep breath and held his hand.

The whole hall smiled sweetly with their public display. Some higher-ups in the business world know it was an arranged marriage but their affection right now wasn’t justifying their findings.

And seated within the crowd, two sets of eyes almost scalded them with their hard gaze on them while the other whole hope was suddenly dashed.

Gracefully and gently, Nicklaus led Arissa over to their reserved seat that Arissa knew nothing about. Arissa looked around the place and she must be honest that her father’s style was elegant and simple.

"Are you okay now?" Nicklaus asked sparing her a glance. Arissa whose fears have vanished came back to her senses and nodding her head, she turned back to the stage and paid attention to the auctioned objects.

Nicklaus fully turned to the stage, also ignoring her.

Arissa felt a strong gaze on her and turning her head directly to the direction, she smartly caught the person’s eyes or, the person was out to let her know he was staring.

Her heartbeat increased when she caught sight of who was staring at her.

She was staring directly at Logan Paul right now but, why was he staring at her, or did he perhaps have some evil plans for her since he was maybe a foe? And again, he wasn’t even looking away. Rather, he was studying her.

Intensely!

And then, she felt a hand on her tight, moving inappropriately.

She turned to Nicklaus but he wasn’t looking at her. Rather, he was starting strange daggers at Logan and Logan did not seem to be backing down. Just, who was that guy?

Arissa, turned her face to look around to know if eyes were on them and luckily, eyes were mostly on the objects on display.

And slowly, he guided his fingers upward. He took his eyes off Logan when the man gave in first and looked away.

And at that moment, he turned to Arissa, watching her intensely.

Arissa thought she could take it. She thought he would not affect her with his sensual stupidity but when his hand on her bare tight slowly parted her tight, she spoke up, "Nicklaus stop it," she hissed at him closing her tight. It was a wrong mistake because now, his palm was in-between and another luck for tonight on her side was that no one noticed what was going on.

Nicklaus leaned down and hovered over her ear, "Part your tights," he ordered in a low compelling whisper. Arissa frowned. This was getting out of hand.

"Nick_" she moaned when his hand started moving upward without her parting her tights. And giving in to what she wanted for a while now, she parted her tights, giving him a free entrance.

Nicklaus smirked as his fingers meet her panties. Feeling her wet lacy fabric, he smiled and went in with a finger. One pace at a time.

And then, he started pleasuring her, "Tell me who he is," Nicklaus demanded, his pace slow and smooth. Arissa shut her eyes as the pleasure build inside of her and she felt like she would explode soon with his finger in her moving that way but at the same time, she felt like she was hanging.

Yes, she was hanging. His pace was slow and he was knowingly tormenting her. Was he jealous or something?

No - he surely wasn’t jealous. He only wants to protect his reputation and does not want the media to capture his wife’s attention on some other man.

"I don’t know him," Arissa breathed, holding herself from moaning. Nicklaus studied her expression and leaned down to her ears. Brushing his breath on her ear, arousing her more, he said, "You have been lying to me lately," his voice, was low and sensual.

Arissa turned to him, their breath colliding, not caring if someone was watching them. Nicklaus breathes rapidly and then, he added another finger into her and before she would let out a moan, he went past her shoulder and rested his chin on her back, using his shoulder to swallow her moan.

Arissa frowned. This sly fox and then, her knee weakened as her legs trembled when his pace fastened. His shoulder blade shut her moans.

She closed her eyes, ready for what was coming but.. but then, he stopped.

He kept her hanging, as he stopped his fingers from moving. Taking his chin off her back, he looked back at her face, his stern mask now back on. And slowly, his fingers came out of her cunt and slowly into his mouth, tasting her with more desire.

He watched her surprised look, which later turned to anger. Arissa could not believe she just did this and the satisfied look on his face irked her. She turned away with embarrassment, arranging her gown, she turned away from him and focused on her cocktail wine.

She was deeply embarrassed with herself that she was about to cry.