Her Volkovs #Book 1

Chapter 5

Belle's POV

Loraine already left for a business trip in Hawaii. So far, Sawyer has been keeping himself in his room.

Thank goodness Loraine left us food in the refrigerator good for one week. She told me we can also

have restaurant take out depending on Sawyer. Having to look after Sawyer is a good distraction to

whatever happened the other night. It took some time for the headache to disappear.

Dylan has been consistently checking up on me. The man has called three times in a span of 5 hours. I

swear that guy is as tenacious as his sister. They are both overprotective too. He surely is Amy with a

dong.

I noticed that Sawyer has been really quiet for quite some time now. The door to his room his half-open

already.

"Sawyer, can I come in?" He just nodded. "Do you need anything?"

"None at the moment." Sawyer said blankly while glued to the computer screen.

"I made sandwiches for both of us. And some cranberry juice too. This is good for you." I said with glee.

"I'm crippled, not feverish." Sawyer retorted.

"Whether a person is crippled or feverish, he still needs to eat. And please stop calling yourself

crippled."

He lets out a sigh of frustration and looks at me in the eyes.

"I'm hungry Sawyer, and I don't like eating alone. Come on!"

"You know you are whiny and needy."

"I am not! Although the needy part, I'm not sure yet. I'm just really really hungry." I'm actually not

hungry, not at all. I just needed to engage Sawyer and I know ill get to him.

I walked towards his direction, turned his wheelchair to face me and leaned closer to his face. We had

a staring challenge for a while. I am gutted to see his blue eyes which are filled with sadness and

hopelessness.

"Come, ill tell you a secret while we eat."

I let him take his own sandwich and I placed one glass of cranberry juice near his end of the small

square table.

I took my sandwich and made a huge bite. Wow, this is actually good. I'm so proud of myself. Sawyer

took a bite and looks like he enjoyed the sandwich as well.

"So?" Sawyer asked impatiently.

"So? What?"

"The secret..." He said while munching on his sandwich.

"You know for a guy, you like to gossip."

"You're the one who told me that you will tell me a secret."

"I'm kidding." I winked at him. He lets out a smile in response. The first ever genuine smile from him.

My heart is instantly filled with warmth. The exact feeling I get whenever my kids from the schools I

have volunteered in, randomly hug or kiss me out of nowhere.

"I got drugged in a club the other night. Some sick guy slipped the drug into my drink."

Sawyer looked horrified. I told him everything that happened to me in the club. He listened to me

attentively while clutching his hand in his wheelchair.

"What if that Jared got into you. God knows what he could have done to you!" He said almost scowling.

"Easy there champ. I have had that sermon from Alexei, no need to reiterate it. I get it. I know I have

been careless."

"No, just imagine what could have happened if that Volkov guy did not come to your rescue."

The memory of that night came rushing back to me. Volkov really saved my life. And I haven't even met

the guy. I feel guilty leaving the clinic without even asking for Volkov. Is that even his real name? Where

can I find him? Oh my gosh! I suddenly remember Alexei gave me a piece of paper where I can contact

Volkov, the man himself. The man saved my life but I have been one ungrateful bitch.

I quickly stood up from my chair.

"Hey Sawyer, I'll grab something from my apartment, don't move." Sawyer had a puzzled look on his

face. His eyebrows crinkled while looking at me leave the room.

I quickly ran towards my apartment. I scoured through my belongings to find my purse. It's just around

here somewhere. Here! I found it under my bed. I took the piece of paper and instantly ran back

upstairs to Sawyer.

At this point, adrenaline is pumping through my system. I never thought the person who I'm supposed

to help, was the one who made me realize something.

"I got it!"

"What's that?"

"It's Volkovs number. Alexei gave this to me in the clinic." Oh god, my judgment was so clouded I even

forgot about this.

I slowly opened the folded piece of paper. My eyes widened when I saw what's printed on it, a phone

number and the complete name of Volkov.

Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov

Oh my god. I feel like all the air evaded my lungs. "Sawyer, can you search this name on the internet

for me. Limit your search to New York only."

Sawyer wheeled his way towards his computer and typed in Volkovs name. I on the other hand just

stood there. Glued to the floor. I can feel the blood pumping in my heart very fast.

"Here! Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov, President and owner of Volkov Holdings. I think that's him." Sawyer

said while pointing at the screen.

A picture of a man walking in a black trench coat surrounded by other men in suit. Oh my god! My

hunch has been confirmed. Volkov, the man who saved my life is none other than Nikolai, the Nikolai I

met the other day.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asked Saywer while holding my hand.

"Yah, I'm okay."

My hands are already shaking. I decided to text the number from the piece of paper.

Are you home? Belle.

Several seconds later, he replied.

Yes. Are you okay? I'll send Boris over. Where are you?

Oh my goodness. I kissed Sawyer's forehead and stormed out of the room.

~

I ran across the street and towards Nikolai's house. Boris was on his way out of Nikolai's apartment

perhaps on his way to me. Nikolai's home encompasses almost half a block. It looks very elegant and

old rich from the outside, and I could just guess the interior of this huge apartment building.

"I want to see Nikolai."

"He's in his office." Replied Boris while pointing at the door. I walk past him and went inside.

Just what I have guessed, the interior lives up to its facade. Everything inside is old shiny wood,

marble, and an intricately designed carpet. The pieces of furniture are a combination of brown leather

and dark green with a gold monogram V on them.

I walked several steps down the hallway when I heard voices in what seems to be the living room.

In the living room, I saw Alexei with two other men in black suit. They are smoking and drinking

something from a glass. It's obvious that I took them by surprise.

"Hi Alexei, I need to see Nikolai." I said barging in.

"Hey, Belle? He's in a meeting in his office. Are you okay?" Asked Alexei while crinkling his eyebrows.

"Yah, I just have to see him at once."

The door on the right side of the fireplace opened. Two men in black suit went out of the room. And the

next one who stepped out from the door is Nikolai. Oh my god. I am so happy to see him. He is

wearing a grey suit and looks all too perfect just like the first time I saw him.

"Belle? I sent Boris over--" Said Nikolai.

I did not give him a chance to finish what he was about to say. I ran towards him, made a small jump so

I can reach his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck. I was trying so hard to stand on my

toes. Damn, he's tall! Nikolai was able to sense that I'm struggling so he clutched my waist with his

hands while letting out a wicked smile.

"It was you! You're Volkov! I didn't realize until a few minutes ago. I'm sorry I didn't know. Thank you for

saving--"

All of a sudden--his lips are now on mine. And I felt his hand on my back pulling me close to him even

more. My first kiss. My first ever kiss is Nikolai!

I was taken by surprise but my body just stood still. I feel like I belong here in Nikolai's lips and tight

embrace. To my dismay, however, he pulled away from the kiss.

"I'm sorry what were you saying?" He said teasingly.

I cleared my throat and tried to pull myself together from the shock and embarrassment.

"As I was saying--"

He again pulled me close to him and kissed me the second time. This time, it's more intense and more

passionate. Tingles of electricity run all over my body as his lips connect with mine.

"I have been wanting to do this." Nikolai said while looking at me in the eyes intently.

"Yah?" I muttered, feeling my face flush.

"Uhuh, you have no idea." He slowly runs his hands on my face and cups my cheeks gently. I just gave

him a coy smile as I try so hard to gaze down.

"You know you are really cute when you get embarrassed."

"So you get amused when I get embarrassed, is that right Mr. Volkov?" I retorted.

"Yes, indeed." He answered, still looking me in the eyes intently.

"You can let go of me now." I said in a low voice.

"What if I don't want to?"

I leaned closer to his right ear and whispered. "There are people watching."

A soft chuckle escaped his mouth. "What people?"

I looked behind and the other guys are nowhere.

"We're all alone baby..." He added, sounding arrogantly hot. Ah! Everything with this man screams

perfection. Before I get carried away again from his intoxicating kiss. I thought of making an excuse.

"I have to go. Sawyer is waiting for me."

"Who's Sawyer?" Nikolai asked with a furrowed eyebrows.

"He is my upstairs neighbour, his mom went on a business trip so I volunteered to help out while she's

away."

"Hmm--have dinner with me tonight?" He asked obviously not being responsive to my last statement.

Oh my gosh. Is he asking me on a date? Geee I sure am getting ahead of myself right now. Even if I'm

squealing inside, I still try to play it cool. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Uhm I can't go too far from the apartment. Sawyer might be needing me. How bout pizza in my

apartment at seven?

"Hmmm okay." He replied, his dark green eyes still looking at me intently.

Someone from the back cleared his throat. "Boss--"

"Seems like you have been saved by the bell." He lets go of me and so I quickly walked away from him.

"Uhh..See you later." I said while I look back at him. Little did he know that my heart is already doing

the jumping jacks inside.

Gaah! I immediately regret walking away from him. God, I can't believe I already miss his lips on mine!

Without hesitation, I ran back towards him and initiated a long sweet kiss. He pulled me close once

again and wrapped his arms around my back.