The Billionaire Hit Woman

Chapter 21



NICHOLAS

He feels very bad for talking to Cassandra in the way he had spoken to her earlier this morning and the way her eyes glittered with unshed tears made him want to punch the wall till his fists break. He hates the way she makes him fell and he also hates himself for making her feel that way, he really didn’t mean any of the things he said to her but he wasn’t so sure about her. If she meant everything she said to him or not. She was right about what she had said to him though, he had been a real jerk, and although he loves her so much, if she doesn’t love him back, he shouldn’t get mad at her or try to force her into loving him.

He gets down the stairs with his brief case and then as he gets to the first floor, he walks to her door to check how she is faring, and because he wants to check if she’s mad at him for the way he acted last night. He stops in front of her door, taking deep breaths because he is unsure of how she is going to react to seeing him. He chickens out and turns away, deciding to go directly to work instead of seeing her.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

He stops at the stairs and walks back to her door, raising his fist to knock. He puts his fist down, remembering what he said to her, about how he didn’t want her to care about him or cater for him as long as she didn’t feel anything for him, and realizes how stupid and foolish he sounded.

What if I knock on her door and she yells at me? He thinks as he holds the door handle about to turn it when his phone rings. He stares at Laura’s name on the caller id before frowning, as he wonders how he will face her at work today, and if she really had to do what she did to him at the office yesterday and the worse thing is that he feels guilty about it because he had told Cassy he loved her and yet he had kissed Laura back. He starts to think about what will happen if Cassy finds out. What if it ruins our chances together?

He shakes his head. She had told him she didn’t love him, so even if he messed around, it shouldn’t affect her since they weren’t even together and it didn’t count as him cheating. The call ends and Laura calls again. He stares at Cassandra’s door and then at Laura’s call, thinking of what he should do. He wonders if he should pick Laura’s call because she is probably calling to apologize for what she did yesterday and say it’s a mistake to save her reputation or if he should open Cassy’s door and get heartbroken again or maybe something worse.

He lets go of the handle and at the same time tucks the phone into his front pocket, deciding that he isn’t going to work today. He is going to go to the strip club, meet Wendy and relieve himself of all the drama and stress he is going through. He quickly walks down the stairs and then out of his house before entering his car and then he drives out of the compound to the strip club.

As soon as he gets to the strip club, he closes the door and then goes into the bar. He sees a lot of girls sitting there but he ignores them all and then goes to the bar where the drinks are usually served, and where Mr. Collins, the club owner usually says. “Mr. Bennett! You don’t come her regularly anymore these days.” Mr. Collins says as soon as he sees him.

“Bring Wendy to me.” He says as he walks into the VIP lounge, not bothering to hear Mr. Collins reply on whether Wendy is available or not, but Mr. Collins knew better than to not get him what he wants. If she is not available, he should make her available for him.

CASSANDRA

Do I really love Nick? Am I in love with him like Julian said? What if she is correct and I am really in love with him? It would mean I will not be killing him anytime soon and not killing him soon will mean that I will die soon.

I walk out of my room and then go into the kitchen down the stairs. I know Nick has left for work since I could not see his car in the compound. I start to wonder about the knife, what if he has seen it? Then I would have a lot of explaining to do and what if he just gets angry and then arrests me. how the hell did I fall in love with him when I am not supposed to? But since he didn’t come barging into my room this morning, does it mean he didn’t see it?

I run to his room and after searching for the knife, I find it under his bed, and I start to wonder if it had fallen down the bed and somehow gotten under the bed. My eyes light up as I realize there’s a chance he didn’t see it. I run back to the kitchen to return the knife, not willing to take any chances, and after making breakfast for myself, I go back to my room to eat and sleep.

Night time comes, and I make dinner for Nick, and then wait patiently in the living room till when Nick is going to be back home so we can have dinner together. Hopefully, he’ll hear me out or maybe we can even be friends. As soon as I hear his car drive into the compound, I rush to the window and then stand there, watching him as he gets down from his car, still in the mood he was in yesterday but only that he looks much better, at least not like a very sick person. I guess he got batter last night. He brings out his brief case from his car and another bag before kicking the door close with his leg.

I run from the window and then hurry to the door to open it and welcome him but stop as soon as I remember his words this morning, remembering he told me to get out, to leave him alone and that he didn’t want to see my face anymore because I have been leading him on. Remembering the tone he had used for me hurts me harder than it had yesterday, and because he talked harshly when he said those things to me but what really made my heart break were his eyes. He was in so much pain that it hurt to even look at him. I hurt him really bad and I want to make it right, I want to right my wrong.

Although he was actually being an inconsiderate asshole this morning, I still want us to settle our differences and go back to the way things were. Am I even meant to be feeling this way considering the fact that I need to kill him?

The handle of the door turns and the door opens, with me still standing by the door with my right hand in the air. Our eyes meet and we just stare at each other. I feel like we are back in the kitchen, kissing like there was no tomorrow and I want us to be back in the kitchen, with his hands running over my body and I want to kiss him so bad. My heart is pounding hard against my chest and I want nothing more than to be touched by him. is this what people call love? Is this that feeling of loving someone?

“Hi.” I whisper with an awkward smile, wondering if he feels the same way I’m feeling. He stares into my eyes for a while, not saying anything before he looks away from me.

“Hi.” He says just when I think he won’t say anything and my smile widens. Maybe he loves me too much to actually get so mad at me, and since he’s replying and not yelling at me or accusing me of things, it means he didn’t see the knife, and relief washes over me.

“I made dinner.” I chirp.


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