The Greeks Demand

Chapter 6

Arabelle didn’t see Niklas for the remainder of the night, the only solace she had that he hadn’t left to go and be with an easier, less stubborn woman was the noise coming from what she presumed was his office.

Arabelle was woken up by a knock on the door, she jumped up and ran to it, hoping that it was Niklas coming to apologize. Although at opening the door she saw no one. She noticed it was coming from the front door. After grabbing a robe she went to open it. Breakfast was brought in along with the different newspapers and magazines.

“Good morning Ma’am. Mr Liakoss phoned in his order last night, he also requested all the newspaper and we brought the magazines for you.” She looked at the young man smiling brightly at her while she was hardly ready to function so early in the morning, She looked around and saw Niklas suite jacket, she walked over and dug out his wallet. She gave the guy a tip and closed the door. The smell of the food overtook all her senses. She moved over to the table and opened the lid. It was full of breakfast, she poured herself some coffee and dug in while eating she opened a magazine and started flipping through it. It was only in the third magazine that she finally saw photos of herself and Niklas. Niklas always requested all the newspapers in order for him to scout properties and to see what is happening in life, but also to see what the press was saying, he didn’t need any surprises. She didn’t really expect surprises, she had gotten use to it. She scrolled down all the old photos of them. The articles stated they got information from a source that Miss Arabelle De Lancret and Mr. Niklas Liakoss are in each others company once again, then it continued by stating that Arabelle was just one of the girls on a long list of companions to accompany the rich Greek Billionaires bed. Her blood was already boiling, It continued by saying- but it looked like a tiff has the billionaire in the dog box as Arabelle made sure they had separate bedrooms at their luxury hotel. Guess this former lover is settling to be a one time friend. By the time Arabelle finished reading she was fuming. The article painted her as a slut that was on call. Forgetting her breakfast she jumped up and stormed over to Niklas’ room. She slammed the door open and threw the book on Niklas.

“Look at that! You said we’d be exclusive Niklas! What if…What if my children someday came across this article!” Niklas sat straight up in bed after almost having a heart attack, it amazed him how hard she can slam a door, where does she get so much strength in that small body. He rubbed his eyes clear and picked up the article to read.

“Belle it says that we didn’t share a room.”

“It says that, but it is implied that we did. I told you I wouldn’t come back if it wasn’t exclusive Niklas, I’m not going to be just a warm body in your bed! You better fix this! Today! Or I’m leaving!” How dare he be so damn calm about it, like it is nothing Arabelle thought as she stormed back out. It is her reputation and still the only thought in her mind being how she wished she could drag her nails across his chiseled chest. She fell down on her bed face first, frustrated with herself.

Niklas was outraged at the nerve of Arabelle to storm in here and demand of him to fix a problem she had created with her big mouth, but he had to admit seeing her charged up and angry wasn’t all that terrible, the passion she showed for this awoken a deeper passion within him one he planned on acting on as soon as possible.

Niklas got up and got dressed for a workout he has a lot of extra pent up energy to deal with. As he passed her room he opened the door and looked inside.

“I’m going down to the gym, I’ll be back in a hour, don’t suffocate yourself, I’ll miss you to much.” He dogged the pillow she threw at him and left laughing. Arabelle got dressed and cleaned the suite out of routine. She sat there waiting for Niklas to come back. She stared at the door willing it to open. She is ready to pounce,

“Niklas a hour isn’t a hour if you stay out for three hours!” Was her first words to him as he stepped inside the suite.

“Hello to you too. Maybe if you gave me more attention, I wouldn’t need to get rid of so much energy in the gym.”

“Enjoy the gym.”

“Why are you so angry at me, love.” hearing the endearment in English caught Arabelle of guard.

“What is it?” She asked, he look at her as if she grew another head.

“What do you mean?” he asked confused. 

“Niklas you called me Love, what do you want?” Niklas was taken aback at how well she still knew him. He had always called her love when he would be away longer or when he knew she was upset with him.

“I’m certain. I do not know what you mean.” he played coy.

“Last time you called me love was when you told me you had a 9 year old son and he was coming to live with us!” The smile spread across his face as he remembered that day. She was so flabbergasted, she had never had any personal contact with young children, but she turned out to be the best thing for Demetreus.

“I asked my legal team to email me a contract that sites all the limitations and provisions of our relationship. I just need you to sign it.”

“You told your entire legal team about our arrangement! Are you mad, it is personal, it’s between the two of us!”

“Have you thought for a moment that if you stop threatening to leave I wouldn’t want to bind you to a legal contract. You could also be a little bit nicer too me.”

“Niklas all of this is ridiculous. What kind of a relationship needs a legal contract?” Niklas gave a secret smile only to banish it to the secrets corners of his mind.

“I fixed the problems of the press. I gave an exclusive telephone interview regarding our relationship.” For the first time she felt relieved. Niklas has a thing about interviews, the thing being he has never given one which makes this interview even though it was on the telephone a big deal.

“Thank you Niklas. This really means a lot to me. I’ll sign your contract.” Niklas disappeared into his office and came back with papers in his hand. She read it through it was pretty basic. She has to stay in the exclusive relationship for at least a month of their agreed upon period of 3 months in order to receive the estate of her father as is. If she leaves before that she forfeit and will receive nothing. She signed it and handed it back.

“Thank you Arabelle. Now all that is left to do is go home.”

“Home?”

“Weybridge.” Niklas informed her. So that is where he had moved after their break up.

“How are we getting to Weybridge?” She asked him as he walked over to the kitchen.

“We’re flying in a helicopter.” Straight forward answers were given, which made her ask more each time.

“How late are we leaving?”

“As soon as I’m showered and dressed.” she left immediately to pack all her things. An hour later they left in Niklas helicopter. It didn’t take all that long to get to his place. Just nearing it took her breath away. The houses in the area was large, but the ones in his street was huge. Who needs so much space when you’re living alone.

“How long have you been living here?” She asked Niklas over the headphones

“About a year and a half. Do you like it?” Arabelle thought you had to be an i***t not to love it. The house is Surrounded by greener than green grass as far as the eyes could see the house itself is white with big white french windows everywhere. It was a beautiful thing to see.

“It’s big.”

“It’s only 6 bedrooms.” Niklas added nonchalantly like it was an everyday occurrence to stay in a 6 bedroom mansion that looks like presidents or goddesses should be staying in it. The helicopter finally settled down on the lush green grass and they got out. Niklas took her hand and led her up to the house.

“Smile you’re going to love it.” She put on a strained smile as they neared the house. Arabelle is not new to wealth having grown up in a wealthy family, but this was a different level, it’s like they stepped out into a different world of tranquil, peace and luxury. Which was shattered by loud drums.

“What is that?”

“That is Demetreus the worlds worst drummer.” Demetreus a musician, that is a fight she wished she had seen. They reached the door and it was opened for them. The lady at the door was beautiful, she had golden blonde hair with dark brown eyes and a golden glow to her skin. Arabelle’s best guess would be that she was in her late 20’s. Niklas and the girl shared a look and a pang of jealousy rang through Arabelle, she clenched her teeth and looked straight ahead.

“Demetreus! I’m home!” The drums stopped which was heaven to her ears. She didn’t recognize the young man that came walking down the stairs. He was extremely tall for a 14 year old, he was even well built, He was his fathers spitting image.

“So you came? You’re a fool for taking him back.” He walked away from them and into another room,

“He has changed a lot, he isn’t the 11 year old boy I last saw.”

“No he isn’t. This is Camelia she watches Demetreus when I’m gone.” The girl glared at Arabelle, she had no reason to do that as she didn’t even know her. Although the smile that appeared on her face when she looked at Niklas gave Arabelle the reason for her actions.

“Camelia do you live here?” That could cause some difficulty, Niklas has a hot blooded libido and if he has had this young beautiful girl under his roof something must have happened between them. Arabelle found herself thinking and with every thought her jealousy grew. How can she dislike Niklas and still become jealous.

“No ma’am. Niklas isn’t really the live together type. I’ve been watching Demetreus for the last 3 years and not once has he brought anyone home.” She tried being innocent and sweet, but her distaste of Arabelle’s appearance seeped into her voice.

“We lived together for 2 and a half years previously, maybe you have pegged him wrong.” Arabelle spit out out unable to control herself.

“Thank you Camelia you can leave now.” Niklas announced overly forceful, her face fell, but she took her bag and left.

“Arabelle what was that?”

“My replacement I presume. How long before you installed her?”

“Are you jealous, Belle?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! I was just wondering what example it set for Demetreus when you hired someone to take car of him and you!” Niklas sighed, they kept going up and down. She seems to fight the trust. He needs them to be on a good level before tomorrow.

“You had left me. I was stuck in a bad situation. I started to take Demetreus with me when I travelled, which only meant leaving him with a stranger in a strange place. I looked for nannies, but no one wanted to travel. I decided to look at a younger demography, young people do like to travel and not worry about any expenses. Camelia was the 30th person I interviewed and she could handle the little tyrant that my son turned into. I never saw her as anything, but the nanny.”

“Where is my room, Niklas?”

“We are sharing a room.” He informed her casually as he started walking away with her bags.

“I’m not sleeping with you!” Niklas stopped and turned around in a flash, Arabelle couldn’t stop fast enough and walked right into him,

“Can you say that any louder! Because I really want my son to hear that!” He was whispering it to her, but his voice sounded so ominous that she couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her back.

“You will share a bed with me and this is the last time that we will be talking about it. You signed a contract where you agreed to be in an exclusive relationship with me and all that entails, which does include s*x as I will have you sooner or later.” He continued. She couldn’t believe what he was saying and how she had miss that insinuation within the contract.

“I sold my soul I guess and apparently my body. I’ve never felt so cheap and degraded,” She expected him to feel guilty, maybe even pull her in his arms and try to apologize, best he could. Instead she received an ice cold stare.

“I don’t know why you keep fighting this! I want you and I will have you at the time of my choosing. As for now I don’t want to even look at you. Go find yourself a room and stay out of my sight.” It was a sight she hadn’t seen before, Niklas has never treated her so poorly, he had dismissed her like a naughty child or a useless slut. She took her bag from him and disappeared up the stairs, crying as soon as she was out of eyesight.