Chapter 18

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I drank her silence like liquor and it destroyed me the same, but I fell for all of her, hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when she walks into a room and my blood will always dance when her breath passes through me- Christopher Poindexter.

Nico's POV. 

Fuck. She was absolutely exquisite was the first thought that transcended in my head as I caught a glimpse of her slender figure as she entered the jet. Like a deer caught in headlights, she was taken aback as her gaze clashed with mine across the narrow corridor of the aircraft. Time seemed to have taken a much needed pause as we relished the moment drinking in the sight of the other. The happiness, the hurt and the heartbreak flickered like crackling fires in the air as the ever present reminder of the inner torment that was a constant fight between us. Gazing into her rich chocolate brown eyes that held wisdom and depth beyond her age should have been enough to appease the hunger that I held for her. But she was a force on her own. No matter what will power that I initially prided myself on could have kept me away. And like the bastard that I was, despite knowing I had broken her heart in irreparable ways, I did the one thing I had craved to do since the moment she stepped in...

"Welcome aboard Athena mou." I murmured approaching her in quick strides as she remained immobile. Her intoxicating scent drove my senses wild as pure femininity mixed together with a sweet fruity connotation emanated of her and wrapped around us in a warm heady bubble. The pulse at the base of her throat beat a frantic tattoo alerting me of my effect on her. I knew of her pain. I knew what she wanted. And yet I rejoiced knowing it was as equally difficult for her as it was for me to walk away. Gently I raised my thumb to the soft skin of her perfect throat as her breath hitched. Without giving it a second thought my lips came down to brush slowly across her lush mouth as her sooty lashes fluttered shut against her will.

"An Italian welcome." I whispered above her lips as they opened starring into mine with equal fervor.

"Pardon?" She questioned softly in a confused manner trying to find her voice once again. It should have been a sin to feel such pleasure from hearing her voice being directed to me after so many days.

"Italians are very affectionate." I offered leaning back as I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my trousers to refrain from touching her or even worse...devouring her whole before we took off, "Just trying to get you accustomed to the culture as we'll be there for a couple of days." I offered lamely

"Oh" She exclaimed while her lips married into a frown, "Am I to expect your friends to kiss me then?" She continued on innocently as an unexpected wave of envy surged into me.

Not if they wanted to live I muttered under my breath.

"On the cheek, yes." I offered sheepishly simmering the bitter annoyance and a much greater emotion I had felt from such a thought as she set her sharpened gaze upon me with a look that wanted to elaborate but instead clamped shut.

In any other circumstance, the choice to not respond would have been welcomed but I found myself having to resist the urge to purposefully rile her up once again. I wanted to hear her thoughts. I wanted her to know that it was alright to continue voicing her opinion. Even though her eyes held a tornado of emotion that held years of unsaid words, there was a wave of freeness about her. The very thought made me frown.

Was it because she made the choice to leave at the end of this all?

Just then the air hostess made her appearance as the captain voice sounded over the speakers preparing us for the departure. Bypassing me, she chose the seat furthest away as she buckled in. Returning to my seat, the jet taxied of the runway as we both became enveloped into our own space. Normally I would have taken advantage of the time to analyze spreadsheets and data reports but as I looked as the laptop screen my mind came to a blank. Just like every day since her heartfelt plea and broken voice echoed throughout my room, nothing could have been comprehended. I was rendered at a complete loss. I was always transported back to her dismal look as she confessed of her deepest pain. It sent a chill throughout my body as the look of acceptance settled into her rich eyes blaming herself for her mother's demise. As I looked at her now, lost in thought starring out the window, I knew I would have offered myself in the bargain if I had the opportunity to share even a fraction of her pain.

"Excuse me Mr. Kourkais..." The air hostess said suddenly appearing forcing me to take my eyes of the Greek beauty, "Would you care for another drink or a quick snack?"

"Bourbon neat." I replied and because I could not have resisted, "Would you care for one also Athena?"

Her shoulders stiffened slightly as she slowly turned and rested dismal eyes onto me...

Not even a hint of a smile kissed its way onto her beautiful mouth. A sharp pang tug at my chest relentlessly as she shook her head to decline before closing me out again. It was an unfamiliar feeling. One that settled into a frightening state in the depths of my stomach.

For the remainder of the flight, she stuck as closest to the windows as possible. My negative thoughts of horror could have been blamed on the third shot of whiskey or a follow up from her recent confession but nevertheless it made my stomach churn. Relief was the fastest emotion I had ever felt to learn that we had arrived in the city of Napoli. I wanted to rescue her but at the same time she deserved to be free. The last time I was in such a tormenting position, I ended up with the company in my name. But it had worked out in the end hadn't it? A tumulus rampage of emotions tumbled inside of me and so in the moment, I did the only the thing I could have. I wanted her to know that I was there. As we exited onto the tarmac, I clasped her warm hands in mine squeezing gently as I donned on a pair on sunglasses and escorted her to the sleek sports car that awaited our arrival.


A/N: What do you reckon will go down in Italy? The anticipation continues...but until the next chapter have yourself a cup of good cheer and let us all kick off December. It really is the most wonderful time of the year.

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