If It's With You

003- In the elevator

Seeing that he got the memo about me not wanting to talk to him, I got a little comfortable and slightly turned my eyes in his direction. My gaze traced from his face down to his muscled arm covered in his shirt sleeve, which was now folded below his elbow. The tie was no longer around his neck, and the first button of his shirt was unbuttoned.

My gaze trailed down to his veiny arm and right to his hand, which was tucked into his pants pocket. As if being controlled by the wild thoughts that continued to flood my mind, the next thing my eyes landed on was the bulge in his pants. Quickly, I tightened my jaw which almost hit the ground, and my eyes widened at the size of what I was seeing.

Fuck! I swallowed, shutting my eyes in an attempt to erase the images that quickly flooded my mind. I had never thought about sex since my heart was broken, but the image of that bulge was getting my mind pretty dirty.

"You know you don't have to be subtle about it, eh?" His voice sliced through the air with traces of amusement in his tone. My eyelids flew open as I tightly grabbed onto the package in my hands.

A hot sensation flushed across my cheeks, and I swallowed trying to stabilize my tone. "I'd rather you don't talk to me, Mr Weirdo," I said, without moving my gaze from where it was.

It was silly of me to check him out after what happened between us, but I still didn't want to talk to him again.

"Mr weirdo?" he muttered and from the corner of my eyes, I saw him wearing a smirk with pride. "The name is Nicklaus."

Now, I would have to talk to him.

"Nobody asked-"

"I know you hate me, Love but-"

Love? The word rolled out of his tongue smoothly, like we had known each other for a long time. And oh, let's not forget about the effect it had on me. I hated that.

"It's Muna, don't call me that." I gritted through my teeth and he nodded, glancing at me. When he didn't say anything, I decided to address the other thing he said. "Hate is a strong word and no matter how bad I would like to admit to hating you. I would rather use the word 'dislike.' I dislike you, Weirdo." I said, and he breathed out a brief chuckle.

I cringed at myself, wondering why I bothered to explain that to him, but there was an eruption of Maya's voice in my head when he said that. Her voice each time I admitted to hating someone and she would always go, "Muna, hate is a strong word. Don't say that. Just say you dislike them." My lips twitched in a small smile at the thought of Maya, but Mr Rudeness's voice once again filled the air.

"I think we are gonna get along just fine, Muna."

"You wish," I glanced in his direction and met his gaze which was on me. He shrugged his shoulders, smirking and I swallowed a lump, shifting my gaze from him. The elevator door dinged open and I huffed, "Thank Goodness," I muttered, and without sparing Nicklaus another glance, I sauntered out of it.

"See you around, Muna."

I paused in my steps and turned to him, slightly rolling my eyes at the tease in his tone. And right as the doors were about to close I said, "Don't say that like we are friends." The elevator doors jammed shut, leaving the prints of his cocky smiling face floating in my head.

Damn, this man.

That face of his, stubbornly escorted me to my apartment, refusing to leave when I climbed into my bed. It guided me through my twists and turns until I finally fell into a long night's sleep.

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My eyelids parted to the beautiful view of the city, softly glaring at me through my window walls. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky, pouring morning sunlight into my bedroom. Since I moved in, this was my first night waking at sunrise, and in a pleasant mood at that.