His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 82: The end of him.

Chapter 82: The end of him.

Nicklaus stood straight the moment he saw her wounded arm. He gulped and the only emotion he felt was disappointment.

He was disappointed in himself. How wasn’t he able to detect that she would do something crazy? His men had been following her for weeks so, he decided to give her breathing space, and this happened.

Nicklaus’s eyes proceeded to her face. Was she fucking crazy? How could she endanger her life this way? With furious eyes, he sat back on the bed and inspect the wound.

He gritted his teeth at her carelessness.

The urge to smack her head was strong as he stared at her sleeping face. She drank with an injury as dangerous as this.

His breath turned furious when he noticed her face tighten. Without words, she let him know she felt pain, even in her sleep. He hissed at her before turning to his lampstand and immediately, he picked up his cell phone.

He was more than mad right now.

She fucking endangered her life and after doing that, she decided to drink and not just any wine. She chooses a strong alcoholic wine so, what was her plan - drink until she passes out? Fuck? She would answer for all of these when she was awake.

After sending a message to one of his investigators, he dialed a number.

"I want you to come to my house right now," Nicklaus ordered the moment the other end picked up the call.

"I have an important patient under my care. I’m in the ICU right now," the other end replied, with his voice in rhythm with a fast walking pace.

Nicklaus frowned.

The more he looks at her arm, the more he got pissed. Taking a calming breath which wasn’t helpful he asked, "So what do we do? I need you at my house this instant," Nicklaus’s voice was warningly icy as he spoke.

There was a low sigh from the other end, "How about I send you one of my subordinates?"

Nicklaus moved his fingers in his hair, messing them up. The suggestion his doctor gave was good but at the same time, it was dangerous. He doesn’t live a free life and now with a lot of people after Arissa, he can’t risk his house address to someone else.

"Don’t do that," Nicklaus rejected the ideas and stood up from the bed, thinking, "Just be here as early as 6 am," and without waiting for another breath from his doctor, he hung up.

Standing before her, he sat down beside her again.

The injury looked as if it was a bullet but he knew it wasn’t a bullet. Even if it was a bullet, she would have not been able to take away the bullet herself.

With ragged breath controlling his demons, he socked the hand towel in the lukewarm he brought and cleaned her body.

He tidied up her body with his fingers brushing her soft skin occasionally. And it was great - the feeling of her skin was great.

Keeping his mind in order, he cleaned the whole liquid off her chest. Yanking her an inch off the bed, he gently pulled her closer to himself.

With her bare chest on his chest, he could not help but part his lips to breathe. He gulped as he took her t-shirt off her body.

He was never this way with women. Yes, he can fuck whoever he wants but no one gives him sexual excitement the way she excites him. Not even Raquel.

"It hurts," Arissa murmured on his neck, and when her alcoholic breath fanned his neck with no permission, Nicklaus’s breath turned sharp. Was she seducing him on purpose - definitely no. Her wound just hurts.

Carefully for she not to wake, he laid her back on the bed before going back into his closet. Coming back with a first aid box, he smiled seeing her back facing him.

She had changed her position and now, she was hugging a velvet throw pillow so close and as if she sensed his presence, she turned and faced him again.

Due to lack of preparation, Nicklaus shut his eyes at the sight of her seductive body. God, he prays she doesn’t get mad when she wakes up.

Walking down to her, his morality prevailed and he administered first aid to her injury. He does not know the curse of the injury and he has no idea if she had used first aid so, he only dressed the wound since his doctor would be here early tomorrow.

She was heavily drunk, providing Nicklaus a lot of time to dress her wound up. Discarding his sterilized gloves, he dressed her up and lay beside her, using his arm as a pillow for her this time around. With their bodies just a few centimeters apart, Nicklaus admired her beauty.

While one of his hands was under her head, his other hand took all of her hair off her face, to worship her more. Towering sideways above her, he placed a kiss on her forehead and then on her nose which was now faintly red.

Nicklaus adjusted further on the bed, wrapping her loosely so she do not feel trapped. He pressed his nose on her hair. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the moment - she might be the end of him just like his mother towards his father but until that moment, he would enjoy every single moment.

The moment that thought crossed Nicklaus’s mind, he opened his eyes with pure shock. This isn’t me, Nicklaus thought.

But still, his fingers moved up to her face and he traced her side profile. Down her slender neck, he chuckled remembering the heat of their night together and without hesitation, he placed two unhurried kisses there and another on her earlobe and at the back of her ear.

Swallowing, he kissed the side of her hair and at that moment his phone beeped. Reluctantly, he placed a pillow under her head and took his hand off.

Giving her another kiss on her forehead, and picking up his phone, his eyes went back to those dead cold orbs, his face back to his cold passive mask.

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