The Bratty Heiress

I was finally back in my room and sleep like a baby until my alarm woke me up.

Wait… I didn’t set an alarm…

That damn stalker!

I pulled up my comforter covering my body, and take my pillow to my head. But my phone kept on buzzing, then it starts ringing loudly.

How the hell is he doing these things?!

I finally got up, my beehive hair was covering my face. But I managed to look up to the red dot in the upper corner of my room and flipped him with my middle finger.

“Arrggghh…”

I growled to myself when my phone was making annoying sounds, then I started the scavenge hunt for it. I sighed when I can finally put the phone on silent, but then looking at the picture I squint and slide it open.

“What?”

“Morning princess.” He said huskily, making my body tingle while my mind was taken back to last night.

You know when you realize that you’re in deep deep trouble but you’re liking it? No? Well neither did I.

But boiiiii… that was the first time I was feeling it, and I was smiling on the inside. Obviously, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me melt to his voice. His smooth, deep, buttery, sexy manly voice that just made you want to purr.

Yup.. no butterflies, no zoos, no sweet sugary feels, just pure sexually charged voice that makes you addicted.

Goddamn!

“Morning stalker.” I retorted while hiding myself under the cover again, this time taking the phone with me.

What? I was still tired… and sleepy… and woken up to his sexy voice makes me want to hide under my big girl blankie.

“Olga, it’s nine already and Megan is waiting for you with your coffee in her office right now… I’ve told Demyan to take you there. He’ll be on the driveway in the next fifteen minutes.”

“God… I’m not even going to ask how you know. But Roman usually takes me.”

“Nope. I don’t like the way he looks at you. I already talk to Nikolai, and assigned him to another post.”

“But…” I whined at him.

“Princess the only butt I want to see is yours parading naked as you go to the bathroom. Look, I need to do some stuff I’ll pick you up for lunch.”

“But I…”

He hangs up on me before my mind could compose my next sentence and answered him.

Smartass!

I groaned again and get out of bed. Then I flipped him with both hands just to let him feel my annoyance, then topping it off by covering my so-called butt just to spite him off.

“Megan! Darling, I’m on my way… yeah I mean on my way to the bathroom.”

Damn… why do I keep on trying to lie to her.

“… Let me shower, then I’m going to the office okay? Just drink my coffee, I’ll get us another two. See you in an hour.”

Half an hour later I was on the back seat of the car with Demyan, he was still not looking at me.

“Look Demyan, come on! I already said I’m sorry…”

He was still not talking.

“I promise that’ll be the last time…”

Well… I think I’ve done it several times already to him, but hey… that man can be so gullible.

“Mmm… what if, I help you out with your Becca situation?” I said sweetly at him.

Then… at that moment his eyes looked at mine through the rearview mirror, and that was when I smirked knowingly at him.

Gotcha buddy!

I wasn’t sure how to play matchmaker, but I honestly feel bad about putting him in the position.

We finally talk along the drive, and he was back to being the sweet old teddy bear that he has always been.

We arrived at the office half an hour later, after we stop for a takeaway coffee and muffins.

I told him to pick me up at five, and he made me promise to be in the lobby at the scheduled time.

“I promise Demyan! Scout’s honor.” I smiled sweetly at him.

“You were never a scout.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Well… I tried… look, just check in with Luka. I think he has got me chipped with one of those lost and found thingy for pets.”

Demyan finally let out his signature bear laugh. Seriously, I don’t get why Demyan is trying so hard with Rebecca. He’s truly nice when you get to know him.

Mhmm… maybe I should really help him out. That guy could be a bit rough around the edges.

You know those guys that look cool and… well… Demyan was all about that one sentence alone. Cool. And nothing more.

Okay, maybe I’ve taken myself too big of a challenge here.

I was still with my thoughts when I almost tripped while juggling between my laptop, coffee, and muffins.

“Miss… you should really watch where you’re going.” The handsome man looked at me smirking, obviously know that I find him attractive.

Men!

“Right, thank you.”

He was tall and well built and was wearing his expensive-looking shirt. I could see a couple of tattoos peeking here and there.

I was about to walk away from him when my phone buzzed.

“Straight to the office my little brat.”

That was all he said then he hangs up on me.

The handsome tattooed businessman looked at me with a raised brow.

“My stalker, he said I should get going and stop talking to you.” I smiled sweetly at him and raised my phone, then I leave him walking away swaying my hips.

I could hear him laugh and let out a whistle as if he was checking me out. I smile but keep on moving towards the elevator.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I reached Megan’s office minutes later.

“Megan! Your coffee girl is here, are you decent?” I knocked on her office door and wait, but what I didn’t expect Nikolai to open the door for me.

Wait… hmmm must be work stuff.

But I also didn’t expect that Megan was a bit red in the face, and Nikolai was smirking at her.

Wow wweee what just happened?

I decided to stay quiet and wait for one of them to explain.

“Okay then, I should get going. Sis… see you later. Play nice.” He walked away and patted my head.

I was still calculating the probability that they may or may not be found in a more sexual manner, should I arrive at her office later than sooner. Damn!

“Olga… I could already see your train of thought already. Just freeze it and let’s have that muffin, I’m two cups down already… I need some carbs in my system.”

We were seated on her sofa after I set up camp, and plugged in my laptop and set my working space.

“So, the stalker. Spill.” Megan said just before she takes a big bite of her muffin.

Then we spent the next two hours, talking, laughing, discussing, cursing, and obviously coffeeing… if that’s even a word.

“So he’s picking you up for lunch?”

“I think so… but I’m gone if he’s not here when my dragon starts to growl.”

Megan laughed at me and said that she was going to order in for her lunch, saying she had more work from my lanky brother.

“Right, my lanky brother that you have the hots for. I saw you blush Megs. Just roll with it, you work too fucking much and for once I can actually slap the guy’s head when and if he does you wrong.”

Then she blushed again, confirming my accusation making me laughed at her.

We were talking some more until lunchtime. But Luka didn’t come for me, and I hate that it was making me feel down.

We ended up ordering in for lunch, and knowing this side of me Megan just leaves me alone and keeps to herself and does more working of her own.

I went home with Demyan, he looked at my sour face and didn’t bother me with any questions.

I decided to take a swim and take my frustration off and cannonball myself to the pool before I gracefully parted the water and swim my anger away.

Fuck… it’s just a fucking lunch, Olga.

Get your head in the game.

He’s a freaking man!

It is expected!