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NIKKI POV

Somewhere in Barcelona

"Michael?" I gasped. What is he doing here? And why is he talking to my father?

Dad kissed me and looked at Alex warily. I'm not sure if they met already, but there's something in their eyes I couldn't fathom as I shift my gaze back and forth to them.

"Hi, honey!" Michael stood up with a smile on his face as he walk closer to me and gave me a peck on my cheeks, then he wrapped his hand around my waist possessively.

"It's nice to see you again Morrison," he exclaimed bitterness in his dark voice.

Alex's eyes were very cold that if looks could freeze Michel would be frozen to death as we speak. The tension is palpable and slowly thickening the air filling the room.

"Yes, Indeed Guttierez, what a surprised to see you here!" He remarked icily.

"Dad, have you met Alex?" I asked trying to break the growing tension before Michael could retort sarcastically.

"Yes/No!" Dad and Alex' replied in unison making me confuse.

"No," My dad clarified as he extend his hand to Alex. "Juan Antonio Rivas. I heard you are the new owner of my hotel," dad smiled casually but it didn't reach his eyes.

Wasn't he supposed to get mad? Strange. Michael's grip on my waist tightened.

"Alexander Maximillian Morrison, Sir!" He replied taking my dad's hand.

"Come, gentleman, let's all have a sit. Would you like anything to drink Alex?" my dad asked as he led them to the living room where they were seated a moment go.

"Anything would do, Sir." I heard Alex replied casually.

Michael let go of my waist and followed them. I could feel their anger as they both tried to suppress it. Dad was just watching them closely.

When they all seated. "I'll just go pack, dad." I turned to face my dad, "Please take care of this boys. If they do something silly, beat their asses..." I said playfully trying to loosen the tension radiating off between them.

The look of the two was hilarious as they look at me. Michael wants to add something up, but I ignored him and hastily made my way to my room.

I quickly packed my clothing. I'm so happy to see my dad recuperating. He gained a bit and his color came back. Still, I don't understand why he agreed with the idea of moving closer to Alex. He seems happy about it and I couldn't comprehend as to why? He sounded so fond of him either.

Is there any more I haven't been told, yet again?

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ALEX POV

Facing Juan Antonio was hard. The scenario of him and mom kissing flashed through my head once more, taunting my resolve. I thought I have forgotten it. I involuntarily clenched my jaw. I could feel that anger rose from within me. I know he's suffering his karma right now, but still it didn't lessen the hatred I felt for him.

Suddenly, his nurse came.

"It's time for your session with me, Mr. Rivas. If you'll excuse us, gentleman," she said sweetly as she smiled widely to Juan Antonio. The old man didn't say anything but his eyes were full of disapproval.

"This is my nurse boys, Clara," he introduced as he stood up, acquiesced.

"Nice meeting you, gentlemen." she smiled and assisted the old man.

"Excuse me, boys," he apologized, then he turned to me. "You can go and see Nicki in his room, Alex. It's the 2nd room from your left," he smiled.

Michael wants to protest but the old man just gave him a cold look. I mentally grinned. I felt like I won a lottery. Once the old man was gone, Michael faces me with his grim-looking eyes staring at me.

"She's mine Morrison and I intend to marry her. Just back off!" he warned throwing me a deathly glare as he smirked.

I didn't budge. I know they have been dating. I felt the urge to kill him at this moment. As long as they're not married yet, Nicki is still single, my inner-self reminded. I just looked at him coldly and watched his back disappearing through the door.

I quickly made my way to Nicki's room. Not long, I was knocking on her door. "Coming." I heard her voice with urgency. Then, a click of the knob, and the door opens.

"What are you doing here?" she asked warily as she looked around the hall.

"Your dad told me to wait for you here in your room. Clara took him with her for their session."

"Really?" she looks surprised. I can't blame her. Why would a father let his daughter be alone with a stranger, man no less, in a confined room? I can't comprehend it either. I don't know what the old man thinking but I honestly don't give a damn care. I get to stay in her room while that dick Guttierez was kicked out. I mentally grinned. "What about Michael?" She asked, her brows furrowed which made my blood boil.

"He left!" I snapped as I unconsciously shot her a deathly glare.

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Come in then," she opened the door wider and stood on the side to let me pass. Once I'm inside, she closed the door behind her.

"Please make yourself comfortable," she said softly as she resumed packing. I took my shoes off and dive in her bed. I felt comfortable in her room. I don't know but I love her room and her with me in a closed door. I can smell her everywhere. And now, it's starting to drive me crazy.

I was lying on her bed comfortably. I felt suddenly tired and sleepy. I saw her standing on the edge of the bed watching me in disbelief. "I know I asked you to feel comfortable but I didn't mean you to lay on my bed," she glared, her hands was resting on her hips. She looks so adorable. I can see myself with her waking up every day with her mad face. I grinned when green thoughts flashed in my head. With her only in a lace panties standing before me.

Then I remember that dick who's claiming her as his as if I'm going to listen to him and just back off. The nerve of that guy. She was mine before he appeared in the picture and she's always mine. The thought of him being here in Spain to claim her made me really angry.

I intend to win her back and no one can stop me, especially that asshole Guttierez. Not in a million years.

She was about to retreat, but I abruptly reach her hand and pulled her and she landed on top of me. She squealed in surprise and before she could say something I captured her open mouth and her words muffled in my mouth as I thoroughly explored every inch of her delectable lips until we were both panting and gasping for air.

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NIKKI POV

"That was rude," was all I can think to say after my breathing is normal. I was hovering over him and he was grinning mischievously.

"I like kissing you," he murmured and was about to kiss me again but I rolled on his side. "I need to finish packing," I reasoned out. I'm getting used to his kisses.

He grunts and groaned in disapproval but he didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes after. I continued packing. There were not much of clothes. I left most of my clothes thinking I wouldn't stay here for long.

My eyes involuntarily flew to the small alarm clock on my side table and it says almost four in the afternoon.

Really? I thought I have a very few clothes?

I look on the three pieces of luggage that were piled on the floor. I guess, I'm just like any other normal girl. One of the luggage was filled with my shoes, sky-high heels. I know it's crazy.

If I found shoes that fit me perfectly, I'll make sure to buy with different colors. Don't get me wrong. It's hard to find shoes that fit perfectly and feels comfortable.

Ok, I admit it. After I adapt my mom's lifestyle, I became a shoe lover, especially stilettoes. It does make a huge difference in my confidence. It felt sexy. As Carine Roitfeld says, "Always wear high heels. Yes, they give you power, you move differently, sit differently and even speak differently." Which I agreed, it's absolutely true.

I heaved a satisfied sigh. I completely forgot about Alex. I looked at my bed, he was quietly snoring. He's asleep. I walked closer to the side of my bed. His other hand was resting on his forehead. I sat on the edge of my bed. He looks so content, no signs of any coldness in his face. His prominent cleft chin made him look so desirable. His parted lips look so tempting. My inner goddess was jumping in my head telling me to take advantage of him while he's sleeping.

What the heck. He looks deeply asleep. I bent my head and my lips landed on his brushing it lightly, trying not to wake him up.

I stood up before he finds out what I just did and thinking to change because the tight office suit is becoming uncomfortable. It minimizes my movement.

I pulled blue skinny jeans and an Abercrombie white fitted top. I was so lazy to walked to my washroom knowing he's sleeping. I glanced at his direction once more and still in the same position, so I started undressing my clothes. I put on my blue jeans. After I buttoned my jeans I grab the white top and put it on. I was about to check myself on my vanity mirror when my eyes caught him staring at me grinning widely like he just won a lottery.

"Shit!" My eyes widened, cheeks burning with a flush.

Was he watching me the whole time?

I could feel my whole body burning with embarrassment. "How long have you been up? Or were you faking sleeping?" I scowled. I felt humiliatingly sexually harassed. If that considers as sexual harassment.

He got up, swinging his longs legs on the side of my bed and sat facing me. "Just when you are starting to undress," He said casually like he did nothing wrong, shrugging his shoulder.

Again, I felt the heat courses through my face to the roots of my hair. I felt so embarrassed.

I know I'm acting too conservative even though I dress more than a liberated one but to be honest, no guy have ever seen me with just my undies and bra. Not even Michael that's why he was bored sometimes in our relationship.

I maybe a celebrity in the Philippines but I know my limitations. You may judge me for being a virgin but I grew up in the Philippines where 80% preferred to stay virgin until their wedding day. In my opinion. So don't get me wrong people or judge me.

I know he has seen a lot of naked girls but that doesn't mean he has to see me naked too. Ohhh this Jerk is getting on my nerves.

"You should have turned your head, instead of watching me Jerk? At least, be gentleman enough!" I shot him my most vicious glare, trying to conceal the embarrassment I felt right now, but I could still feel my cheeks blushing.

"Don't expect me to do that, babe, especially when it's a perfectly made specimen. This thing doesn't come every day!" he leered as he grinned devilishly.

He stood up and saw the three big pieces of luggage piled up on the floor and another medium size on top of the settee on the end of my bed where all my toiletries and personal things are.

"You ready?" He asked amused. Ignoring my temper flaring up.

"I guess!" I spat with my nose flaring.

He doesn't seem to be bothered with my anger. He started dragging the luggage holding the trolly out of my door.

"I'll call Rodrigo to bring the pick-up truck. My car fits only one luggage. He'll come and pick it up. I'll just bring it all downstairs," he explained. So he expects me to bring only one luggage, but I kept it in me. Instead, I just nod and he headed downstairs with my luggage.

The thought of leaving dad alone -well literally not alone; Selina, with the other maid and his driver, is living with him- was making me feel nostalgic. I decided to go see him before we leave.

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ALEX POV

God, my crotch is getting uncomfortable. I regretted watching her as she undress and changed. I had to use all my willpower not to pulled her on her bed and make love to her. I have seen a lot of naked women, most of them has those desirable bodies every man would die to bed including Annabel and Helena, but there's something in her that even just the thought of her name is torturing me every night.

Her flawless soft skin, with her transparent lace bra leaving nothing to hide, showing her perky cup-C breast. Yes, I'm sure it's cup-C. I've seen countless numbers of a breast with different sizes.

I don't know how did I manage to control my desire to take her that moment. It took a lot of willpower, that's for sure. I had to move before she could see my arousal. I definitely need a cold shower.

I called Rodrigo to come pick the other luggage. Not long, we were on the road. The place is just 25 minutes away. It's in the middle of the city. Her condo was located just across my penthouse. I had to buy the whole building when it was foreclosed. She will be living in the first floor so it will be convenient for her when she comes out the building, and not waiting for so long with the elevator. There's even a short staircase to take when there's a fire.

"Are you still racing?" I asked glancing at her once in a while.

"No! I stop since mom died," she said with a sullen face.

"I'm sorry about your loss. I didn't mean to open up the pain." I uttered earnestly. I could feel her harsh breathings.

I changed the topic. "I hope you'll like the place. If not, I can ask Alana to find another place for you, but I honestly preferred one that closest to my place," I explained barely above a whisper.

She was staring at me intently. I reached for her hand that was clasped together and lace our hands together. She didn't protest or pulled her hand back.

"It doesn't matter if I like it or not as long as it has a bed and kitchen, I'm fine with it!" I heard her muttered.

I didn't say anything and continue on driving while my other hand was still laced with her hand. She was watching outside the car window.

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NIKKI POV

We reached the tall building in less than 20 minutes in the heart of Barcelona.

He parked the car in the garage underground of the building. He led me to the elevator as he pulled my luggage. Soon, we are both standing in front of a white-painted door. I'm so happy it was at first floor.

When he opened the door, he lets me in first and I waltz in happily as my eyes excitedly roamed around the room. The wall was painted in ivory just like his washroom in his private room.

The place looks promising. You will be able to rest and relax indoors, as well as experience the daytime sightseeing and lively nightlife of the city center.

With the green L-shaped sofa bed in the living space that fits 10 people. A big mirrored window wall overlooking the busy streets. For people who are passionate in cooking, you will find all you need to cook with in the fully equipped kitchen, including a large fridge. With is a large wooden dining table with six nicely carved wooden chairs around it.

I walked to a door which I believe the master bedroom. I was welcomed with a double room with a large comfortable king size bed place at the middle. The unique decoration is illuminated by the natural light that comes in through the balcony entrance and the big mirror window wall opposite the balcony. There is a big wardrobe for my clothes, and a little setting wherein two armchairs and a small round coffee table with shelf placed on the corner just before the balcony entrance. The room looks like those ensuite rooms in a luxury hotels.

"Did you like it?" he asked hopefully as he place the luggage beside the bed.

"It's beautiful," I exclaimed. Excited to live on my own.

"I'll just go to my penthouse and change. I'll come back tonight. You should have everything you need here," he uttered while placing the keys on the bedside table before stepping out of the door.

I started unpacking. I'm almost done when I heard a knock on the door. I ran to check thinking it was him, maybe he left something. I opened the door and saw Rodrigo with his straight face holding my luggage.

"Come in!" I said as I opened the door widely so he can pass with the two luggage in hand. Soon he came back with another one. I thanked him and left. I navigated myself back to my new room and finished unpacking. Just as I zip the first luggage when my phone rang.

"Nicki's Speaking," I began clipping the phone with my shoulder and head so I can continue zipping up the luggage and start another one.

"Hey, honey, I was wondering if I can talk to you?" Michael ask. I was too busy and I'm not in the mood to talk to him.

"Can we talk some other time?" I suggest.

"I will be flying late tonight, I had to go back home, dad was rushed to the hospital," he said softly as he sighed painfully. "It may take me a while before I can come see you again." He sounded sullen and I felt sorry and remorseful.

"I'm sorry to hear about your dad!" I said softly. It's going to be hard to break up with him but I have to do it. I don't want him to expect too much about our relationship.

"Sure!" I agreed and gave him the address.

I was almost done with the third luggage when I heard a knock on the door. I glance on the small alarm clock sitting on the bedside table and it says's 6:45. I walk to the door and opened it. I saw Michael's gloomy face. The thought of breaking up with him made me feel hesitant.

"Come in!" I said stepping aside. He walk in and roamed his eyes around the room. For the second time, he didn't bring flowers or maybe he brought some but my dad didn't tell me.

"Nice place," he commented, with his eyes traveling around the room. His hands resting in his pockets.

"Please sit," I said as I led her to the spacious living room and motioned my hand to the sofa?

"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked. I'm hoping I could find something in the fridge or in the pantry.

"Just a glass of water please," He replied as he smiled. He doesn't seem to be his usual self, tonight.

Of course, his dad is in hospital dummy, my subconscious mind lectured.

I walked to the kitchen and look on the cupboard for a glass. Just my luck, the first cupboard I opened were full of drinking glasses, from wine to water. I grab a tall glass and was about to open the fridge when a water filter tap beside the water tap caught my eyes.

Soon I'm walking back to him, he was standing a centimeter to the big glass window wall facing the busy road. I gave him his water which he gladly took it and made a sip after. I stood a few inches away, watching him.

"What do you want to talk about, Michael!" I initiated. I wanted to end everything about us.

"About us," he replied staring at me intently. "I intend to marry you, Nicki!" he exclaimed bluntly.

I was stunned. It's not what I expect him to say. He's not into marriage type of a guy. I watched him with a surprised look in my face as he walk and place the water onto the coffee table then walk back to where he stood before. "But we both know that we aren't sure of our feelings with each other!" I stated matter of factly.

"That's what I thought until I saw you with Alexander. I got scared. I realized I can't afford to lose you," he confessed sincerely.

Now it's harder to break up with him. What am I gonna say? I was looking at him flabbergasted.

"Before I'll go back home, I wanted to know where I stand in your heart." he beg as he took my hand.

I felt a lump in my throat... I don't know what to say. I don't know if I could add more pain in those eyes.

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ALEX POV

I called the Chinese restaurant, a few blocks from her condo and ordered food that I'll bring to her place and we could have dinner together and some wine. I quickly had showered and got changed.

I checked my email and it's all from my secretary Alana. Revised contracts that I need to reread and approve.

When it's time to pick up the food, I quickly made my way to my car, down in the garage of the building.

Not long I'm driving back to her condo. I pulled over my car along the curb and decided to park there since it's seven at night. I grab the food and the wine and I kicked the car door shut. From where I park, I could see her living room with the big glass window. I was halted on my way to the entrance door when I saw a man's silhouette holding her hand. And I'm pretty sure it's Michael.

I felt a tick in my blood. The jealousy I felt overruled my sanity.

Dammit!

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