Niklaus' point of view

Today was D-day. And no, it wasn't the day when I kidnapped the owner of the company Nirvana but speak with him. Oh, scratch that, it was her, contrary to my belief.

Princess Reina Armani

I couldn't help but grimace at that name, hoping to God I wasn't about to deal with some spoiled young miss who has fallen for me or something. Over the years, I've seen a lot of women try every possible tactic just to get me to date them - I didn't know I was still that famous.

However I didn't have to lift a finger in chasing them off, Isabella was there to do me the favor. Just a glare from her and they were sent running - after making sure to remind them that they'd be dealing with her if they dare marry me.

Nevertheless, there was something mysterious about this particular woman. No matter how much I searched, I couldn't come up with anything-not even her photos - almost as if she was hiding on purpose.

Further details showed that her company Nirvana sprang up in less than six months and was doing marvelously well in this city. It wasn't as widespread as mine, but taking over this place wasn't an easy feat either, especially with a company that young.

I just hoped I was not dealing with royalty since her name had "Princess" attached to it hence her need to remain unidentified - those people had to be dealt with carefully.

As I dressed up, I couldn't help but feel unsettled; I had butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous and there was this strange premonition that something huge was about to happen.

But why? This wasn't the first time I was having a private meeting with a woman - I've done that a lot over the years. To be frank, I didn't even have this extent of disturbing feelings when I met Adam after seven years.

Talking of that man called my father, I couldn't help but notice the odd relationship between him and Eden. Upon the fact Eden was currently the new Head - a dream he fought with me to achieve over the years - he was almost submissive to the man as if Adam got something on him. Well, that was none of my business. I had already done a huge favor by relinquishing that position, the rest is up to Eden.

I dressed up casually; donning a designer long-sleeved shirt paired with jeans and sneakers - and of course, my aviator glasses. I still had that unpleasant looking blackeye from that bastard who didn't dare to sue me. He knew it was a losing case anyway, he was the first to assault me.

I was the first to arrive at the restaurant which I cleared out for the rest of the day. I figured out the woman must value privacy and had to create a favorable first impression - the future of my entire summer collection was hanging on this meeting.

But when I waited close to an hour without the sign of the woman, I became uneasy. By chance, had she forgotten that she had an appointment with me? So I called her secretary who had set up this meeting and she gave me the same reply I received an hour ago, "She's on her way"

With that assurance, I sat back and ordered a drink, deciding to while away my time scrolling through some contents on the internet with my phone. I was so carried away by various news and information on the web that by the time I checked my time, I had spent another hour idly.

This time, anger burned its way through my veins because it was now obvious to me that I was being played with. Even if there was traffic on the way, thirty minutes - at the maximum - was enough to get through it. She already knew she had a meeting and was supposed to have prepared beforehand.

That moment, I decided I was not going to go through with this arrangement anymore. How could I possibly change the mind of this uncultured CEO? I had already stood to my feet to leave when someone walked through the revolving door.

The first thing I noticed was a pair of fair legs in sneakers coming in my direction. Gradually, my eyes moved upwards until it rested on her face and I froze.

How was that possible? That face.

"Hi, you must be Niklaus Spencer. I'm Princess Reina Armani and it's a pleasure to meet you," she stepped before me, thrusting out her hand for a handshake.

That voice, how was it the same?

That face? Though it got more defined, it was undeniably hers.

"Maya," I breathed, standing up to my feet abruptly.

She was alive all this time? How was she alive all this time? Oh, I'm glad she's alive all this time.

"It's really you," tears stung my eyes, my hands going up to clasp her face- an action she was obviously not comfortable with.

"God, I missed you," I dragged her into my arms and hugged her as my tears broke free.

"Urm, Niklaus. I think we're mistaken here…"

She was still saying when I wrapped my arms tighter, resting my face in the crook of her neck which made her stiffen and cried my heart out.

It was really weird seeing a fully grown man crying on the shoulder of a woman but I didn't care. I was just full of joy, relief, guilt, and longing. I was so happy to see her.

"Alright, Mr. Niklaus," She struggled out of the hug, "This is enough. I don't know what is up with you but I'm here to... Umm,"

I must have gone crazy with happiness cause I found myself kissing her notwithstanding her protest. Her hands pushed at my chest, trying to pull away but I already countered that move by snaking an arm around her waist, molding her to me.

My hand traced the contours of her hips and though, she was fuller but the feel was the same. I kissed her fully. Mouth on mouth, tasting wine from her lips - oh wine, she never changed. She still tasted the same. Some things never change, do they?

We pulled away for air and saw the fire in her eyes. But before she could vomit the profanities from her mouth, I reclaimed her lips once more, I couldn't get enough. Something must be responsible for this. Yearning? Yes, it must be it

This time, my tongue invaded the interiors of her mouth, drowning in her taste, and relieving the memories of the past; recalling every memory we've spent this way.

She moaned, her protest diminishing without a trace which fueled the desire in me and I ravished her.