Entangled With The Mafia Lord

Nicole’s POV

“What happened to you, Nicolas?” I whispered as I quickly clutched his cold hands in mine because I just knew he was about to turn around and walk away from being questioned. I watched as he swallowed a little before shaking his head and forcing a smile on his face- a smile which looked too forced and strained to be true.

“Nothing happened to me, everything’s fine.” He replied after some time. He knew I didn’t believe him with the way he kept looking at our joined hands.

I leaned my forehead against his left breast and felt his heart beating fast against my forehead, that was enough proof that he wasn’t telling me the truth. I’ve always done that to him ever since we became teenagers and he grew so taller than me, I’d place my head there to see if his heartbeat was moving too fast or at a normal rate.

What happened to you, Nicolas?

I asked myself quietly since I knew Nicolas wasn’t going to be giving me an honest response any time soon. He leaned his jaw on my head with our hands still joined together, I knew he didn’t want to tell me about whatever it was that happened to him. And I wasn’t going to press him on it since it was obviously breaking him.

After a few more seconds, I pulled away from him and dropped his hands while I pushed my hair away from my face as I glanced around the wind room.

My wandering gaze slowed down when I saw Daven’s face poking out of the thick looking duvets in Nicolas’s bed. Daven was sleeping here? With Nicolas?Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I glanced at Nicolas and watched as he glanced away from me immediately, his hand going to the back of his neck awkwardly.

What’s going on?

“Daven’s sleeping in your bed now?” I asked.

“No!” He replied defensively.

Okay… that’s new.

“Auden said to call you to dinner, they’re probably already halfway done with dinner at this rate.” I informed him as I made my way towards his bed where Daven was still sleeping.

“I’ll just wake up then we’ll go together.” Nicolas replied as he sat down beside Daven and nudged Daven’s sleeping form a little.

“He looks pale.” I noted audibly and Nicolas modded in agreement.

“Yeah, I noticed too. Which is why he’s sleeping in here now. I figured it was because of the amount of blood he lost yesterday.” Nicolas nudged Daven again but Daven was still out cold.

Nicolas tapped Daven’s cheeks a little and I breathed out a sigh of relief when Daven moved his body a little under the covers, at least he wasn’t out cold like I feared.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, one moment, Nicolas was crouching over Daven and trying to lift him into a sitting position with the aid of his shoulders and the next moment, Daven’s arms were wrapping themselves around Nicolas neck and pulling him down. Nicolas found himself on Daven’s chest with only the duvets and their clothes separating them from direct contact.

A look of horror covered Nicolas’s face as he quickly unhooked Daven’s arms from behind his neck and sat up on his heels beside a very sleepy Daven.

My mouth fell open and I started to connect the dots together…

“It’s not as it seems, I swear.” Nicolas blurted out and I snapped my mouth shut which I was just realizing was still open as a grin split out on my face.

“Stop smiling, Nicole.” Nicolas said as he glanced at me then at a sleeping Daven.

I smiled harder.

“So, you and Daven…” I started saying but Nicolas cut in. “There’s no Daven and I, he didn’t even know that it wasn’t me before he pulled me down on him.”

“And I’m not… not gay.” He whispered the last part to himself but I heard him just fine.

Interesting…

Everyone knew Daven was a proud gay man and has been out since I was fourteen, two years ago. Daven and I sometimes have a crush on the same male characters while watching a series to the amusement of my brothers.

But Nicolas… was straight.

Or that’s what I thought, his string of hookups ever since he clocked sixteen was proof enough that he was a hundred percent interested in girls.

Maybe I was just reading into this too much…

I watched as Daven finally peeled his eyes open while Nicolas pulled him carefully into a sitting position.

“Ow, my head hurts like a bitch.” Daven moaned quietly, his voice still thick with sleep. Nicolas chuckled a little as he petted Daven wild looking hair down. His hands froze in Daven’s hair for a few seconds the moment what he started doing unconsciously started to dawn on him, he untangled his fingers from Daven’s bed hair and threw a quick, frantic glance at me.

On locking gaze with mine, he glanced away immediately and I narrowed my eyes at his flushed face.

What’s going on?