Millionaire's love

Bastian Nokolaidis gazed into the distance at the chroma key of the large building that loomed several hundred meters away from his position, roaring the engine of his Lamborghini as he waited for the light to turn green.

God knew he was not happy to be in London, however from time to time his work required him to leave his country more times than he would like, he owned a large hotel chain that spread throughout the country, in addition to that was very active in the financial sector as the mainassociated in express livestock and fishing export, a legacy of the Nikolaidis family that he had exploited.

"Pfff," he sighed impatiently as he waited for the traffic light to change once and for all. She hated waiting too long and much more on the street, with all the people wanting to see the person behind the dark windows of the vehicle, not that the attention bothered her because she was constantly exposed to it, her dislike was more for the wait and the crowding of people aroundaround like so

Almost about to thank the heavens when the light turned green, he took off with a soft sound of the engine of his vehicle, barely going unnoticed as he approached his hotel, he did not plan to stay too long in London, his beloved Greece was waiting for him .

Bastian did not shrink from any difficulty... simply because difficulties did not exist for him. He led a quiet and well-organized existence. Any problem, any discomfort was avoided with a good injection of money. And money was no obstacle for a man like him. The Nikolaidis' fortune, originally made in shipbuilding, had begun to wane when Bastian was a teenager. Still, his conservative family was shocked when he decided not to follow in his father's and grandfather's footsteps, instead becoming a financier and branching out to an internationally recognized hotel chain. A few years later, however, the murmurs of disapproval had turned to applause when Bastian had a meteoric success. Now he often advised governments on their investments.

Bastian was, at the age of thirty-four, not only idolized by his family, but a financial tycoon and workaholic. On more personal matters, no woman had interested him for more than three months. His powerful libido and emotions were tightly controlled by an agile and well-disciplined mind.

There was nothing to change that

Bastian cursed in Greek when he didn't see the woman as he rounded the corner, then had no choice but to swerve. The sports car almost passed by until she slammed on the brakes with all her might, the woman's eyes widened in surprise when she stopped just a flea away from her, outside the vehicle Bastian heard the gasps of horror and surprise from the public as he around, his heart was beating a thousand in his chestand surprise was replaced by disbelief, followed by anger

Her ears ringing from the loud sound of tires coming to a stop, Mia stayed where she was, unmoving. Incredulous and open-mouthed, she watched the driver, a tall, dark-haired man, speed out of the car. She was moving as fast as her car was her first thought.

Breathless, Miase squatted on the ground when a dizziness came over her, she stayed on the ground, trying to breathe while thinking that the man almost ran her over. When she looked up, she was met with bronze skin and exotic gold-colored eyes, very bright.

"Has he been hurt?" he asked, in a deep-accented husky voice that caught her attention and sent shivers down her spine.

He shook his head. The fact that she had nearly been run over was nothing compared to those eyes of hers. She had very long eyelashes, a very masculine, angular face that possessed a hypnotic beauty.

Bastian looked into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He was convinced that they couldn't really be that turquoise color and was also suspicious of the pale blond hair that framed his oval face.

"What the hell was he doing crossing the street when he was passing by?" —I ask

"Would you mind stepping aside?" Valerie whispered. Bastian stepped away muttering something in his language. He hadn't realized that he was almost on top of the woman he nearly ran over.

I wouldn't be surprised if that was described in the statement when I sued.

"I'm very sorry but the traffic light was green," he explained and apologized, to avoid conflicts. Having grown up in a family with strong personalities, she was used to taking on the role of peacemaker.

Bastian looked at his lamborghini, everything seemed to be in its place, and then he looked at the girl. Her clothes were vulgar, cheap. Of medium height, she was what her father would have called a "healthy girl" and what her skinny friends, who enjoyed picking on each other, would have described as "fat."But then he remembered how feminine her curves had seemed to him as he lay on top of her, and he felt a shiver of desire.

"Thank you for...

—Teos mu! Explain to me why I should thank something right now, I could well receive a complaint right now —he interrupted her, outside the people were finally beginning to disperse— I was about to go to jail, I'm tired and in the middle of the street with a surprised that I was about to run over.

“But we are alive. Neither of them has been hurt and I'm not going to report it," Mia pointed out with a frown at the latter, trying to hide the fact that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Bastian let out a breath and relaxed, but only slightly.

He still did not trust not to receive his complaint at any time

Bastian looked over his head, indeed the traffic light was green, but it had been that way for too long, he frowned.

I think it's faulty.

-Hey? Mia looked over her head, and after a few minutes the light was still the same color. "I think it is."

"I'll report him immediately, he's a danger to anyone," Bastian said as he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Mia watched him make a call, his tone of voice hard and serious as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line, she remained motionless not knowing what to do. She had had a terrible day, she was hungry, tired and a migraine was starting to form in her head. He had been all morning going from interview to interview, looking for a job, the little money he had saved would run out very soon and he didn't want to wait until the last minute to start looking, unfortunately he hadn't had any luck.

Mia raised eyes as blue as the sea when he ended the call.

"It will be fixed today," Bastian announced, satisfied that he had gotten what he wanted with the maintenance.

-Yes, that's OK...

"Do you wear colored lenses?" Bastian interrupted her, frowning at the stupidity of the question.

"Coloured lenses?" But I can't even buy makeup.” Mia's nerves betrayed her when she thought he took a step towards her. Suddenly, her heart had started pounding and she barely dared to breathe.

He didn't understand the reaction of his body, it was the first time he felt something like that.

"She has perfect skin, you don't need it," Bastian said huskily.

Her breath caught in Mia's chest as she stared at him unable to look away from his eyes and his penetrating gaze, her body's response was immediate and embracing as she made a futile attempt to find the courage she needed to look up. other side.

Suddenly his face became familiar to her, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but it should be impossible, surely she would remember having met a man like him in the past

-Who are you? he asked when he finally remembered where he was and cleared his throat

Mia suppressed a shudder when hearing his voice, now she remembered where she had seen him and the photographs she had seen of him could not do justice to the Adonis that she had in front of her, the blood was still running through her veins, her heart was beating wildly against her ribs, it was not only beforethe most attractive man she had ever seen, but in front of one of the most successful men in Europe, now she remembered where she had seen him, it had been when she happened to be looking through a magazine, as soon as her gaze had focused on her photograph she had been absorbed before his masculine beauty.

"I-I…" Mia was doing her best to concentrate on formulating her answer.

Talking had never been such an ordeal for her but here it was, with a handsome as hell man looming over her and testing her heart rate.

Perhaps he read her thoughts because suddenly and not quite sure of doing so, she took a couple of steps back and then the air was able to return to her lungs, she did not know that she had been holding her breath until a choked sigh escaped her lips.

"Valeria, my name is Mia Stile," she murmured, raising her chin and standing as straight as possible, however it was at first glance something absurd, the man must be at least three heads taller than her and no matter how much he raised his chin he would never rival with a frown on his facemale

she cleared her throat

-And what's your name? I ask him, of course I knew his name but I wanted to create a little conversation, the tension inside him could be cut with a cardboard knife.

"Bastian Nikolaidis," he answered with a certain pride in his voice and she nodded silently, not knowing what to say.

He looked at her, he seemed more and more confused and she felt the need to run away, at that rate the organ in charge of pumping blood throughout her body would pump itself well away from her chest at any moment.

Mia shuddered helplessly as she looked up to find a pair of eyes staring at her with such intensity that she couldn't look away for what seemed like several seconds, maybe a minute.

Then Bastian cleared his throat and she was able to blink out of her trance as she felt heat spread across her cheeks, she didn't understand her body's own reaction.

"I'm sorry about what happened," he apologized and added, "Allow me to remedy the situation."

-Remedy? She looked at him blankly. "There's nothing to fix, this just wasn't the fault of either of us."

"I could have run her over, I'm sure I made her go through a bad time, even if it hadn't been my intention," he said. "Let me at least do something for you."

Bastian wasn't known for his empathy, benevolence or anything like that, and here he was, trying to get more time with the woman in front of him, not even he himself understood his own reaction.

Mia shook her head.

-No do not worry.

"It's the least I can do," he insisted, but she was already taking a couple of steps away.

She needed to breathe, that man got on her nerves and made her hormones a total revolution

Bastian for some reason hated the distance he was putting between them and he had to muster all his self-control to

-Why are you afraid of me? —He asked, he didn't mean to scare her with her words but perhaps her tone was too hard since the small female body jumped almost jumping towards the parking lot

Bastian didn't understand why she was trying so hard to put so much distance between them, if she knew he wanted the opposite, that he longed to breathe her scent, feel her skin against his. She forced her hands into fists at her sides to prevent his hands from taking her again, she had never been more aware of desire than at that moment.

-Fear? Mia let out a laugh that was more nervous than anything else.

Her fear was not really due to him but to the fact that the man made her nervous, her heart had not even calmed down for a second since the car stopped millimeters from her, much less since he had appeared

What was wrong with her?

Bastian frowned, decided to use his charm to convince her, he didn't do it very often, women threw themselves into his arms, and he certainly didn't know any of them long enough to care. However Mia was different, there was something in her.

"Please tell me yes, I can't just let her go after what happened," Bastian said without taking his eyes off the pair of sparkling sapphires.

-"Yes?" I can't say something like that without knowing what you're going to say," she said, giving him a sidelong glance.

Bastian smiled before rolling his eyes.

"It's a bit late," he said looking at the dark sky above them through the glass. "Sorry if I scared you, let me make it up to you."

She looked at him strangely

-How?

"Give me dinner tonight," he replied, and a second later she thought she already heard her own heartbeat and the pulse beating in her ears.

-A dinner? Mia couldn't hide the disbelief in her voice.

he nodded

—I won't take “no” for an answer —He said without looking at her yet, he felt sure of himself although deep down he was praying that she wouldn't object to the idea —I know a good restaurant nearby —He added as he turned around a corner on the way to your destination

I look at him with my mouth open

Was this really happening? She just couldn't believe that the most attractive and richest man of all was inviting her to dinner, her. She made a face, she didn't know how she looked at that moment, surely a mess, from very early she had gone out to all the interviews and job offers she had seen in the newspaper, the hours had flown by, she was exhausted, hungry and surely his appearance should reflect it

"Are you always so dominant?" She asked with a grin.

The smile on the male face widened.

"It's part of my nature... but I can moderate myself a bit, although it's not something that I usually lose at all," he confessed.

"I imagine you've heard something like that before," she said with a wry smile on her face.

—Not at all, it is usually very advantageous for much more pleasant things —Bastian looked at her

Mia opened her mouth to say something but immediately the hill at the moment she understood the meaning of her words, she felt her face burn as she turned her back on the seat, the next thing she heard was her laugh reaching every corner of the place

Without being able to avoid it, her head was filled with images of him in a more comfortable place, something she had read about domination in practice... "more pleasures" and she could well imagine him exercising some of them

Mia squeezed her eyes tight for a few seconds pushing those thoughts away from her mind

what had he gotten himself into?

It was going to be a long night.