Chapter Fifty - Eight : The Good Samaritan
Nik's POV
She was too relaxed around my cousin Eden, though I knew Eden won't try anything stupid as far as I still got my eye on her but you can never tell, he's a ticking time bomb.
So it was better for her to experience it Firsthand, better for her to know the kind of person she'll be dealing with in the future , better to know the kind of family she'll entering soon. We might be rich and famous but we ain't all sunshine and rainbow.
"So I guess we will take the next step after the market review " He said rousing me from my thought.
" Ah yes " I replied calmly, readjusting myself in the seat.
"It seems you've been too distracted, Mr Niklaus " Pablo, the CEO of D complex with his sharp eyes pointed out as usual.
"I'm sorry, just have a lot on my mind lately but I can assure you everything you said about the business proposal is stuck inside my head " I tapped my middle finger on my temple while apologizing.
Pablo dropped the documents on the glass table between us and sank further into the seat with a sigh, "Come-on, tell me, what's eating away at you ?"
I ran my hands through my hair saying "I don't want to bother you besides you might not even have the answer - no offense by the way "
Pablo chuckled, displaying his clean white teeth "Judging from the intensity of the distraction , I'm guessing it has to do with a woman?"
A soft smile played on my lips "Is it that obvious? "
Pablo smiled back "My wife tells me I get that same look whenever we fight or about to take a life-changing decision "
Oh , the guy was really straightforward, I liked that.
I haven't really had the chance to have a casual dinner with him and get to know him better due to my busy schedules, but from what I'm seeing, he makes a good company.
"So tell me, did you have a fight with her or what life-changing decision are you about to take? " Pablo questioned, bringing a glass of alcohol to his lips.
I inhaled sharply and shrugged my shoulders "I
will be getting married pretty soon "
" Just as I guessed " Pablo reminded me with a smug smile before raising a glass to me
" Good luck with that "
"Yeah thanks " I acknowledged and pursed my lips but Pablo caught my expression.
"And I'm guessing that rollercoaster of emotions on your face is the legendary showstopper 'but' ?" Pablo guessed correctly again.
"So tell me Niklaus " Pablo called me by my name without the usual title attached to it "What's bothering you? "
I grabbed a drink and glugged it down in one clean smooth gulp but it didn't have the calming effect I was hoping .
" Though I haven't like .. propose to her yet officially but I feel like I'm going to fail her and that scares me like a lot? "
"Hmm " Pablo scratched his hair muttering " You know this is quite rich coming from your mouth "
My brow lifted "Excuse me? "
"I never imagined that there would come a day when boy wonder Niklaus Spencer, world's most notorious player, the ladies men, the unpalpable heartbreaker, every ladies heartthrob, the heart doctor.... "
I winced at the coarseness of his words as Pablo went on and on singing my praise - note the sarcasm. I never thought in my entire life that I would say this but I'm extremely grateful Maya's not here to hear this right now.
By the way, how did this guy even hear all this? Has he been stalking me all his life?
"The ladies choice, the playboy prince - "
"Fine, I get it " I put up a hand and cut in "I know my fiddle?diddling and intimate rendezvous is a stuff of legend but just go straight to the point " I restated " The other main point "
Pablo cleared his throat and readjusted his tie " Simple, You're having a cold feet "
" Cold feet ?" I snorted "That's ridiculous "
But it seems Pablo was determined " You have become faint-hearted, fearful, and you're seriously reconsidering your decision, you're having second thoughts because you know you're about to embark on a life-changing journey " He explained and gulped down a drink.
I shook my head "That is impossible, I didn't even get a cold feet when I married my first wife at age sixteen! "
"Holy shit " Pablo dropped his glass on the table creating a clinking sound while his eyes registered shock " The rumour is true, you married at age sixteen?! "
I chided him "Focus on the point not the story "
" Fine, continue " He poured himself another drink, probably still processing the information.
Well, I couldn't exactly blame him, the public have little to no information about my married life. All they know is, I have a daughter and a late wife. Any information past this was carefully concealed from the public by my family.
"The point is, I've never questioned my decision, never reconsidered them cause they always work out the way I want them, though life always plays it own fiddle but I always have a plan B to back it up , but now....? "
"But now? "
"I don't know men " I sighed and looked away.
There was a short silence before Pablo suddenly asks,
"But do you love her? "
"No "
A frown curled up Pablo's forehead " You don't love her but you want to marry her? "
" Yeah, is there something wrong with that " I shot, almost sending a glare in the process.
Pablo scratched his scalp awkwardly, it seems he has gotten himself in a problem that wasn't his to solve at the first place.
Sometimes being a good Samaritan sucks.
I shook my head " Though the idea of an arranged marriage sounds appealing to me since no feeling of love is involved , but I can assure you that we both are very much into this of our own accord, no one's holding a knife to our throat"
I answered honestly, but wondered why I was saying all this to this guy? maybe because he's rich like me? a CEO like me? I just felt the need to pour out my pent-up emotions to him.
Sweat trickled down Pablo's face, this guy wasn't normal.Though he might be a genuis in the business world but knowing him socially , he wasn't what he expected at all.
And damn it , he wasn't a fu*king therapist
[A/N] : Well, you offered your service in the first place willingly. So continue, you social minded do-gooder type citizen.
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