Nikolai's POV
Beautiful. Innocent. Little Dove.
These were the first things that came to my mind when I saw the beautiful girl sitting at the bar in that exotic dress. Her light brown hair had streaks of a lighter shade in it. She has waist-length wavy hair. Something about her posture indicated it was her first time in that club. She was uncomfortable with the mask as she kept setting it properly, but she didn't take it off, and she kept on drinking nonstop.
Heartbroken, probably was there to forget the hurt. I noticed how men were eyeing her like vultures, and none of them had any good intentions for her. Some even tried to approach her, but one dark look from me was enough for them to back off. I'm not better than them in any way, but I'm not a giver as well.
I approached her, and her voice was soft, just like her. Her lips were so plump and luscious and wet as she kept taking those toxic shots of alcohol. Although she flirted back with me, she was wary of me.
Seeing her state, I decided to leave her be. I like my woman to be conscious enough to know what is happening to them. She was way too wasted on alcohol, but I'd not leave her for the vultures either. I dropped her at her place, and when she took her mask off. She was so f*cking captivating. The kind of beauty that was drowned in the bliss of innocence. I've never seen such innocence in my whole damn life. I wasn't intending to sleep with her. I was holding on to my control and wanted to leave, but she was persistent, and how long could I stop myself? I gave in.
And f*ck...
It was the best f*cking decision and the best f*cking night of my life, and I was in for a surprise. The little dove was a virgin. Pure, untouched. That little piece of information ignited something primal in me. Something far more vicious, hungry, and dangerous. It was the sinful desire that I hadn't felt before.
It was difficult for me to leave the bed when she cuddled up to my side like a small baby. I forced myself out of bed that morning. Made breakfast for her. That's not me, heck. I've never done something like that before, but I did it anyway; there's no reason to give. And I hate her cat, that little ball of fur kept growling at me.
Isabella, that's her name, she was on my mind for the next couple of nights; her nail marks on my back stung for days, she was a wild little cat in bed, who had sharp claws.
I got a transfer and went to the best academy in the city, where I'll be teaching university students in the psychology major. I'm a psychologist and have done phd.
It was the first day of the class when I saw those beautiful hazel ocean eyes again. It was Isabella. The girl whom I couldn't get out of my mind, sitting in the back seat, looking like a lost dove. Even in regular clothes and bare face, she had this attraction in her that kept pulling me closer.
I found out that her class fellow was her boyfriend, who cheated on her, which made her end up at the club. I wasn't expecting her to be a part of the drama where she got cheated on. I was standing right there while they were coming at each other's throats.
Now that I'm her professor, just watching her in class wasn't enough. So just to see her more, I told her to assist me and gave her no choice.
Today at the office, I was almost about to kiss her, if Mr. Walker hadn't barged in unannounced.
"How have you been, Nikolai. I rarely get to see you anymore," Irina said.
We were having dinner at a cozy restaurant. She was hell bent on meeting me, complaining I haven't met her for weeks now.
"Fine, as you can see. I rarely get time for myself, you know." I said, and she rolled her eyes as if knowing it was half a lie.
"I know you enough. Don't lie," she grumbled as I motioned at the server to take our orders.
We were giving our orders when I noticed a familiar docile figure rushing in. Her eyes darted around before the manager escorted her to the reserved table, where a guy in a suit was waiting for her. I've seen him somewhere, my eyes narrowed, and I remembered. He's in my class, and they both are in the same class.
What the hell was she doing? Meeting him dressed up so nicely in a restaurant. What was it, some sort of a date?
"Earth to Nikolai!" Irina snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling my attention back, but due to un-f*cking-known reason, my jaw was clenched and I was f*cking pissed as she said something to the guy who visibly blushed.
What the f*ck were they doing? What was she saying to him?
"Nikolai!" Irina snapped as she looked back to see where I was looking, and I forced my eyes back on her.
"The food is here," I said as the server came with our food and set it on the table.
I kept myself engaged in conversation with Irina, but my whole attention was on Bella. She was wearing a floral maroon dress, which complemented her creamy, rosy skin, making her stand out. I could notice the eyes on her, but she was engrossed in the guy in front of her, and I've never seen her laugh. And it was breathtaking, but it was because of the guy in front of her, and finally, little-miss-no-clue-of-the-world raised her gaze, and her eyes met mine, and she froze.
Good.
A faint smirk curled my lips, but it soon faded away when she averted her gaze and gave her undivided attention to the man in front of her.
And she f*cking dared to completely ignore my existence.
Little Dove messed up badly.