Hey baby even though I hate ya!
I wanna love ya
I want you!
And even though I can't forgive you
I really want ta
I want you!

Tell me, tell me baby
Why can't you leave me?
Cause even though I shouldn't want it
I gotta have it
I want you!

(Ariana grande; Problem lyrics)

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Finding the truth unexpectedly made the whole plan took its route differently.

Nicolas suddenly felt hurt and angry. No, angry is understatement to describe the feelings he felt right now, being deprived with long years of his son's life.

It was his fault, but he had the right to know.

Why didn't she came to see him? Probably the whole situation was different. They probably be a happy family until now.

They wouldn't have wasted that five fucking long years!

Would you? His thoughts provoked.

He ran because he was afraid of commitment and the foreign feeling Adriana awakened within him.

He wasn't ready yet to give up his bachelorhood that time.

Nicolas placed the clutch on the bed and walked to the mirrored glass wall and watch the sky with lost thoughts. He shoved his hands deep down his pockets, all the while tying to calm himself. He needs to relax himself and confronting Adriana harshly is not a wise idea.

He needs proof, before he come up with his next plan.

Nicolas leaned his forehead against the glass wall, feeling lost, and at the same time overwhelmed with the thought of having a son, that he didn't met for five years.

I always tried to ditch that longing feelings just recently I felt when I met my friend's kids. I had longed to have my own, but I'm still not into commitment or marriage or love.

God, I am a father! I am a father since 5 years ago and I didn't know. Is this a punishment for all the heart I unintentionally broke?

Nicolas heard the washroom door open and he casually turned to face Adriana. She still looks hot, even after having a child. Her body is still in a perfect shape that I always crave.

"Thanks for getting my clutch," Adriana smiled not noticing the coldness and danger lurking underneath Nicolas' eyes.

She walks to the bed and opened her clutch. She took the phone and saw a missed call. She knew it was her mom. She forgot to call her last night.

"What's the name of my- your son?" Nicolas asked making Adriana's attention drifted to him completely.

Adriana look at him and she felt something uncomfortable. Nicolas seems too cold and dead serious. Adriana stared into his eyes as she walked a bit closer. She's getting edgy.

Nicolas was staring to her dead, cold. Adriana turned to the direction of the bed and pretended to fixed her luggage.

"What's the name of your son, Adriana?" he repeated with controlled tone as he walked slowly, like counting his steps.

Adriana never look at his direction.

"Nicolai," she trailed of, biting her inner cheeks hiding the sadness she felt, of missing him badly.

"Nicolai, sounds like Nicolas," he chuckled tersely.

Adriana froze.

What is he playing at?

Adriana stood up and face him quizically.

"How old is he?" Nicolas asked feigning nonchalance, still holding his temper. His predator gaze never left her. She was obviously avoiding his hot stare.

"Turning five- in two months," she trailed off, but trying to keep her cool that slowly slipping away. Probably he was just trying her. She needs to keep her calm. She can't be intimidated by his coldness.

"Did you meet a guy just after we had sex?" Nicolas bitter tone resonated in Adriana's ears making her temper flared up. Adriana stared at him in disbelief. Is he for real?

"How dare you? I waited for you to come back, before... before I met- him," Adriana spit out with her voice plummeting into inaudible after realizing she's not thinking that her retort would only made the proof stronger.

Her negative thoughts heightened. She knew he was trying to pry and she realized it he was.

"He's going to turn five in two months. That's exactly the time we first made love. I know I was your first. If you met him a few months after me, then Nicolai would still be four," Nicolas scoffed matter-of-factly.

Adriana bit her inner cheeks. She was too furious she didn't think her response. He was right.

"How my name was interestingly close to his. .... Nicolai ... " he rolled the last word in his tongue like savouring it. "Isn't it?" Nicolas probed walking closer, with his tone dripping with sarcasm, all the while searching for Adriana's eyes. And again, she was avoiding his.

"I was still madly in love with you," she tried to denied. Nicolas temper just hit the rock and it exploded.

He clenched his hands underneath his pockets.

"Does the father of Nicolai also looks like me?" Nicolas grit his teeth and step forward, hovering over her.

Adriana stared into his sea green eyes that now dark green glinting with danger. Fear crawled to her gut and she stepped back.

She was staring back at Nicolas cold and deadly eyes, with his tight pursed lips, eyebrows pressed tightly and a tension radiating off his body, filled the room.

Adriana gulped audibly as she squeeze her head trying to find a words for her way out, trying to outwit him.

"Nicolai doesn't look anything like you!" I spat with conviction I could muster.

Nicolas snorted and grumbled something incoherently through his gritted teeth.

"Stop making excuses Adriana! An apple tree doesn't bear a cherry!" Nicolas quipped gruffly and he stepped closer. Adriana stepped back as she felt the fear heightening each seconds.

Nicolas was obviously enrage and Adriana doesn't want to see it. She was terrified if he found out that Nicolai is his son, he would take him away from her.

"He is not your son, Nicolas!" I spit out in frustrations, as I tried to abandoned the foreboding feelings slowly building up in my system. But, as the seconds ticks and with Nicolas cold and menacing stare, the trepidation increases, while the grit I've been trying to muster slowly plummeting down into the ground.

Nicolas laughed like an evil and I cringed in fear.

His laughters is as bitter as the bitter gourd. He sounded broken and angry. A lot of unpleasant emotions swirling into one, and making Adriana more anxious and tense as the seconds pass.

Nicolas stepped back and tried to control his emotions. Adriana looks terrified and he knew she was just holding her emotions. Her eyes is close to tears he could feel it. That fear radiated off her body, he felt it and because of his sinister stare.

Nicolas walked back to the mirrored wall and watch the overlooking upper Manhattan, but his attention was with Adriana. How can she be tough to deny it.

Can she just admit it and they will start over.

Dammit!

Nicolas turned to look at her. She still wears that resilient mask and it really infuriates him to no end. Why can't she just confess and tell me the truth, instead of faking calm and unfazed manner.

God dammit Adriana! Nicolas fumed inwardly.

"So you're saying that Nicolai's dad has green eyes too, like mine? He has the same saddle brown hair like mine? With broad and jetty eyebrows, a square forehead and decisive nose, like mine?" Nicolas ranted gritting his teeth as he scoffed humourlessly.

Adriana look away and her unfazed resolves she tried to stood up crumbled down. Her body shuddered with the thought that Nicolas already know.

How did he know? She wondered.

Adriana sat on the edge of the bed, feeling weak. She felt lost and fear already reigned over her. She blink back the tears that's threatening to fall and looked down on her palms that's starting to break sweats.

Adriana didn't respond to his witty retort. The dead air made her skin crawled. She thought she had face the worst fear in her life. But she was very wrong.

Nicolas watch Adriana as she stared down on her lap with her hands clasped. Her silence confirmed the truth.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you came and tell me your pregnant. Most likely, our situation would be different," Nicolas stated dryly, swallowing the sarcasm and bitterness in his tone.

Adriana felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. She wipes it harshly and face him as she stood up. She can't just accept it that she has to be blame?

Damn him for making her feel remorseful, while infact, he dumped his chance to be the father of her child, the moment he left without a word to her. What does a prude like her do when someone turned her back to her? Will she follow him and force herself to him? Isn't it clear that he doesn't want her? That's why he ran after he took everything from her.

"You turned your back after you're done with me! What else would I do? Ran to you and force you to take me in?" Adriana snorted bitterly. Her eyes was scorching and all the memories flooded like a water dam and every pain she felt before is as fresh as the morning dew.

Nicolas stiffened. The pain she was feeling was like a magnet, slowly fusing to his heart.

"The only pride that was left in me, I can't let it being trampled down."

Adriana stared at Nicolas with dripping distaste. Her tone was very sharp and it felt like a dagger stabbing Nicolas heart, leaving a gnawing pain.

If only he could turn back time.

Adriana held the tears that's brimming under her eyelids. She felt enrage. Hatred, disgust, resurfaced and overpowered her.

Nicolas was bereft of words. He was just staring at her, disgust of himself. He was of course to be blame, but at least she should have tried. It was their son's interest. She was selfish too.

"You should at least tried!" Nicolas shot back gripping his temper at bay.

Adriana snorted sarcastically. "When every week I see you on magazines with different woman in your arms?" she choked. Adriana couldn't hold the tears anymore. It streams down her cheeks and Nicolas froze. His rage melt down and his heart tug at the sight of her.

He walk closer and Adriana held up her hand to stop him from getting closer.

Nicolas stops and watch her as she wipes her non-stop tears, furiously with her fingers.

"Those paparazzi's are all hypocrites. They all assumed and never had an accurate details!" Nicolas replied, in his monotone. He wanted to hold her, but he was scared she will flinch.

She looks distress and disoriented, and at the same time, maddened.

"Are those woman you were with are nothing? Like they were coincidentally with you in the pictures?" Adriana quipped, with her tone dripping with jealousy and at the same time, disgust.

Nicolas fell into silence. Most of them he bedded, but with Adriana's face in his mind while fucking them. But, Nicolas will never admit that.

Adriana heaved a heavy painful breathe and turned on her heel to the door.

"I want to make up to my son, for the five long years you deprived me with his existence," he stated grimly. Adriana comes to a halt and turned to face him, with impassive look. Her heart is beating loudly, pummelling inside her chest.

"He doesn't need a father," Adriana retorted unreasonably and she doesn't care. She doesn't want Nicolas gets closer to him. She hated the thoughts that he might take him away from her. He had money and he could do it.

"Fucking dammit Adriana! You took that five years away from me! Yes, I was at fault because I left you, but I have all the goddamn rights to know that you're pregnant of my child!" Nicolas sputtered gruffly, closing the gap between them. His eyes sent shudder down her spine.

Adriana stood her ground, faking unfazed. But, within her she was deeply terrified.

Adriana looked away but his eyes and tried to escape form his wrath. She tried to walk away, but Nicolas grabbed her arm like a vice, pulling her back to where the spot she vacated.

"I have the right to be with my son! Either you will let me, or I have to do it my way!" Nicolas threatened her with his controlled ominous tone, with his searing eyes staring at her with rage, and it radiated off of him.

Adriana shuddered with the threat she just received from him. He looks likely to do it. And knowing his reputation as the barbaric bastard, he won't think twice to execute it.

"You can't take him away from me!" Adriana cried out and tried to lunged on his chest, but Nicolas dragged her to the bed and shove her hard, falling on her back. Adriana felt completely terrified and she sat up and tried to scrambled out of the bed, but Nicolas was too quick. He grab her again and slammed her to the wall, trapping her with his strong hands. Their faces is almost touching.

Nicolas stared deeply into her eyes, ignoring the erotic thoughts slowly creeping into his system.

"You can stay with us, or just my son. But, I'll make sure to take him with me. Five fucking long years had been wasted, and I missed all those years because you are too selfish!" Nicolas spit out through gritted teeth, hardly controlled tone. Every single word of Nicolas was dripping with dire.

Adriana gulped audibly. She felt a lump stuck in her throat. She felt suffocated and light headed. The playful Nicolas was long gone and now she was meeting the other side of Nicolas. The impassioned, cold heartless Nicolas.

"Please don't take him away from me," Adriana begs, with her eyes close to tears. It's the only last resort she could convince him.

"It's your choice, Adriana. Either you stay with us, or you leave my son to me!" Nicolas stated with determination and passion and Adriana knew she had to stay with them.

She lost.

She shouldn't have came back. It never dawned on her. Indeed she was selfish. She was only thinking of herself and never she thought about her son's sake. She wouldn't have to worry about Nicolas. Now, she's facing his wrath and it scaring the hell out of her.

Nicolas stormed out of the room, and Adriana felt her energy drained and her legs turned feebly with the thought of losing the battle with Nicolas. Her body slowly dropping on the floor where Nicolas left her. She felt the tears quietly cascading over her cheeks. She sat with her knees pulled to her chest feeling lost and weak, with her back against the wall.

She stared blankly into oblivion with tears streaming non-stop, as the fight with Nicolas gnawed like a wild beast in her system.

Nicolas paced in the living room back and forth. His mixed emotions hasn't settled and he was getting frustrated. He felt remorseful of treating her coldly and sinisterly and at the same time, enrage for not telling me I have a goddamn son.

Five damn long years? I missed the time when he was still a baby. How I wanted to changed his diapers, to bath him, to cuddle and rock him to sleep. Those years I missed because she is a selfish brat!

I had kept that longings in my heart to have my own child one day, not knowing I have and yet I haven't the slightest knowledge.

Nicolas felt the lone tear escape his eyes. He wipes it with distaste and decided to get his son soon.

Nicolas pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled Collin Lambert.

The phone rang few times before it connected.

"Mr. Lambert office, this is Siera speaking." A lively voice of a woman answered the call, and Nicolas believe is his secretary.

"This is Nicolas Petropoulis. I have a scheduled meeting with Collin tomorrow before lunch, but I'm afraid I can't come. If he wants to reschedule it, then he'll call me and see if it fits my timetable."

"We could reschedule it, Mr. Petropoulis. He is free this coming week." The secretary responded and it seems like she doesn't recognize me which only made my temper reach it's pinnacle.

"Then relay this message to him that Mr. Nicolas Petropoulis is not interested in venturing with his restaurant business anymore!" Nicolas snapped and she heard an audible gasped on the other line. She must have realized who she was talking with.

Before she could apologize Nicolas already ended the call.

Nicolas called his pilot, Sammy.

"We will fly tonight to Florence, Italy. I will see you at the tarmac after seven." Nicolas ordered his captain with his stoic-stricken voice, just as soon as the call connected.

Sammy agreed and the call ended.

After the call, Nicolas plopped down on the sofa and leaned on the back support, massaging his temple with his free hand closing his eyes, trying to shuts off his scrambled head.

After a while, he decided to head back upstairs where she left Adriana. Nicolas strode briskly up the staircase and down to Adriana's room. He looks around, and fear slowly crawled in his gut, until he saw her in the same spot where he left her, sitting with her bended knees, hugging it with her head resting on her knees.

His heart clenched at the sight of her and he felt remorseful.

Nicolas walked closer and scooped her up in his arms. Adriana startled and yelped before she realized Nicolas was holding her. His menacing eyes was gone.

Nicolas placed her down on the bed and laid beside her, pulling her to his chest holding her closely like she was going to disperse completely.

"I'm sorry," Nicolas uttered, as he kissed her head. Adriana's tears started to make it's way again over her cheeks.

"We will fly to Florence tonight. I want to meet my son. I can't wait any longer," Nicolas uttered softly, pressing his lips on her forehead.

Adriana just nods. She knew she can't win and he deserve to know him and so as her son. Nicolai deserve to meet his father, whom she hid it from him.

Nicolas felt so happy. No, happy is understatement. He's beyond happy. He felt overwhelmingly happy.

He can't believe he has a son.

Nicolai, my son.

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