Theodore
I jolt up in bed, my heart racing and my body drenched in cold sweat as I frantically scan the room, convincing myself I am free from the nightmare.
As the familiar features of the room comes into focus, my pounding heart calms down and fear quickly gives way to frustration.
Here I was thinking that after the hectic past few days I just had I would finally be able to get a good night's rest.
"Apparently fucking not," I say to my dark room through clenched jaws as I run my hands through my hair.
I get off the bed with a loud sigh, letting the sheets fall lightly off my waist and onto the floor. I could try to go back to sleep again but I learned years ago how futile that is.
Quietly, I leave my room, walking vacantly down the silent hallways. My body moves on it's own, knowing exactly where to go. I am already used to this routine.
My heavy hands push open the door to Isabel's private painting gallery where her favourite artwork can be found- a self portrait she spent weeks working on. She was always a self centred person, for good reason. I stare longingly at her beautiful blue eyes and face.
After losing Isabel, my world was shattered, leaving only the twins as my anchor. What would have happened if I hadn't sped after her? Or if I had simply agreed to the divorce?
A dullness in my chest is all the answer I need. Isabel would still be fucking alive if she hadn't married me. Now all I have left of her are the twins and the haunting voice in my head that drives away sleep.
I walk away from the room with a heavy heart as guilt sets in.
As I walk past Nova's room, the guilt increases in intensity. Another thing that changed after Isabel was my interest in women. I lost all desire, all passion. And yet, one afternoon spent alone with my new staff was enough to unravel all my control.
I never wanted to leave her. Younger me was convinced Nova and I would grow old together. But things happened.
When my father died suddenly, leaving me as the best option to inherit his billion dollar empire, I had to make some sacrifices.
Nova being the greatest sacrifice.
I stand in front of the large window that overlooks the active city and I question what I am doing. I know that forcing her to work here is a bad idea, for both of us. But I did it anyways and now her presence adds to my torment.
My cock twitches as the image of her body pressed against the wall, her breasts rising and falling, invades my mind, closely followed by the memory of a fierce Nova with eyes boiling stubbornly in my home office.
A pinched expression rests on my face as I think about her effect on me. No one should be able to turn a man on by just…existing. And yet she does. Against all odds, she does.
A sound behind me grabs my attention.
The footsteps are light, but not light enough to belong to either Emile and Ethan, so I stay in place hoping whoever it is will leave as quietly as they came.
"Hey." A familiar, hesitant voice sounds behind me.
I wait silently for the familiar irritation at being disturbed to come, but it doesn't.
"The view from here is beautiful," Nova says as she stares out the window.
I continue to ignore her presence in hopes that she would get the hint and leave but instead, she turns to me. "I apologize for taking the twins out of the house without your permission. I understand that you are their father and there are limits to my role as a nanny."
I raise my eyebrow in surprise, still not facing her. Her apology is unexpected but I wait for what she has to say next as I recognize the defiance in her voice.
"However," she continues assertively and a small smile lifts up the corner of my lips. How predictable can she be? "I don't regret doing it. You should have seen the look on their faces when I took them outside. They looked so, so happy," she says excitedly. "Maybe you can consider allowing it happen more often?"
I sigh and turn to face her, all trace of a smile gone. Some people just need to be reminded of their place in the world.
But then I notice, for the first time, what she is wearing. The light material of her night gown is see through, revealing the curves of her naked breasts and the pink panties she has on.
My tongue goes dry as I stare at her. The moonlight glows against the tan, olive skin of her breasts and nipples, demanding my attention and leaving me mesmerized. Immediately, all thoughts of reprimand die in my head, replaced by arousing fantasies.
My hands clench besides me, as I stop myself from reaching out and stroking her skin. Memories of squeezing her breasts under starlight as her juices flow into my mouth before thrusting into her hot, wet pussy floods through my head and my cock stands erect.
When she notices my fixed gaze, Nova looks down at herself with a frown. When she sees what I see, her face burns red and she quickly raises her hands against her breasts, hiding their beauty.
Her eyes glisten in embarrassment as she stares at me. "Y-you should have told me I was naked!"
"I was too busy staring," I mutter roughly under my breath, not realizing when the words leave my lips. For one second, I think about the professional implications of saying this to an employee, but as my cock twitches, regret is the farthest thing in my mind. I say even louder, "They are beautiful, Nova."
The silence of the early morning grows even deeper as we stare at each other. The air around us becomes thicker, heavier as her eyes darken with arousal, matching mine. We are frozen in time and I know this is the moment to walk away, to show the professional restraint I have been highly praised for.
Then she bites her lips.
Just like that, the rope snaps. All vestiges of self control collapse. I cross the distance between us in a flash and pull her face in, taking her soft lips with mine.
Nova melts into my arms as our tongues dance a passionate dance.
Slowly, her hands drop, exposing inch after tantalizing fucking inch of the soft, creamy curves of her breasts. I am transfixed, my gaze drawn helplessly to it.
The pressure of the blood in my cock leaves me short of breath as I mutter, "Nova," images of all the things I could do to her flooding my brain.
But my voice is enough to bring Nova back to her senses, and I watch in instant regret as her face burns red again and she reaches up, covering her breasts firmly.
Fuck.
I groan quietly, as Nova quickly walks away from me, heading back up the stairs.
"I apologize for your wife. I didn't know she was..." she pauses and says behind me, before she hurries away.