Taming A Billionaire

Nik's POV

I had to admit my days were always interesting with her around ; nobody else had the Maya effect .

Seriously, who in the world was stupid enough to dream of defeating me on the bed not to think of threatening me with bedroom antics. Conquer me, the master of all ?

I leaned against the door frame with a smug smile on my lips - It was too funny to watch . I knew how frustrated she must be right now infact I was in no better shape than her but I didn't let it show on my face.

It was amazing, I never pride myself on having an unshakable self-control but ever since I made that promise to her, it's as if I fell under a spell or something - my insatiable sexual appetite died at once .

But that doesn't mean the urge to take Maya on died as well , cause God I'll do anything just to have her beneath me as I fill her womb and drive her to ecstasy , while she screams and moans my name with her nails digging into my skin . But for the first time in my entire years of existence ; I want to do it the old-fashioned way.

I want to take things slow but steady cause I knew Maya would be nothing but pudding in my hand if I dare to make such move on her . I wouldn't even have to sweat just to have her on my bed but this time - I want to get to know her first, inside and outside before any other thing.

I crave to know every little thing about her, her do's and don'ts , what makes her tick , what makes her happy the most - Infact, everything about her and truthfully, it made me exceptionally happy she had accepted Isabella as her own already.

Her intense care for Isabella warms my heart the most. Though I spend little time with my daughter and we don't see eye to eye on a lot of matters , but that doesn't mean I detest her - God, I'm not some monster - if anything, I want the best for her .

Which is another reason I haven't settled down - Kay issues and others set aside. I wasn't stupid, just as I knew most women like the back of my palm, I also know when someone is pretending to care for my daughter.

Judging from her achievements at such a young age, it was already obvious that Isabelle would be the one to succeed me - if she doesn't force me out of my position herself.

But I instinctively knew any woman who dares settle down with me and mistakenly bears a heir, would try to salvage everything for her own child and in the process becomes a major stumbling block to Isabelle's success.

And that was what I was scared of the most.

Unlike what people thinks, I myself knows Isabelle didn't take after me in terms of character but after her grandfather - they both are tenacious like a bulldog.

And yes, her tenacity was quite a valuable asset but it was also a dangerous weapon in the hands of the wielder.

Just like bulldogs who would never let go once they bite and grab unto their targeted bull - to the point of hanging on forever - Izzy and my father are extremist who would pursue their goals with persistence, determination and perseverance and would rather switch to another course of action if it isn't smooth sailing.

I was sure with this attitude of her's, she wouldn't hesitate to dispose of anyone who dares to cross her ; sibling or not , she wouldn't care.

But Maya cares for her, neither was she daring enough to try such a thing in the future - though greed can amp and boost a person's guts - but I'm sure she wouldn't.

Moreover, she knows when to and when not to push Isabelle's button, so I'm sure the both of them would workout just fine .

"Are you angry? " I intentionally asked her but she didn't even reply neither did she look at me but climbed downstairs. I snickered inwardly , was she giving me the silent treatment? I shook my head, this is why one should choose their battles wisely.

It seems she was quite determined on this silent treatment of her's cause she walked straight to Amanda, ignoring me that was trying hard to grab her attention.

" Hi Amanda, can I speak with Izzy for a while" She said to Amanda who immediately left to continue her chores while I stood by the side watching - I wondered what my wonderful daughter would do this time.

"Hey , Izzy " Maya said but my daughter had out on that irritating poker face of her's . Who did she even copy such expression from? I wondered.

"What? " She asked, arms folded across chest

"I'm sorry about what you saw earlier and I promise it would never happen again. So we cool? " She apologized and my breath held in anticipation for her reply , this was the moment I've been waiting for.

" Sure " came her reply with a shrug but my brows knitted together, forming a deep frown -I don't believe her.

"You sure? " Maya asked, as unsure as I was - Nope, I'm highly unsure.

"Of course, you're my future mommy, so what I saw was expected " came her reply that made me rub my jaw in concentration. Well , I'll keep watching to see how everything unfolds.

Then I saw Maya gesturing with her eyes for me to come and render my own apology and though I had the urge to exasperate her a bit but I decided against it , after all I've been nothing but a burden to her since last night - It was time to behave.

And so I approached this lovely daughter of mine that had this sourly expression on her face . What did I do so wrong this time? I pondered. Surely, this wasn't the first time she'd seen such a thing especially with the ever-growing and booming internet .

Moreover Maya and I didn't even go that far , just necking on the bed , maybe? But why was she staring at me as if I committed high treason against her?

"Hey kiddo " I called but she snorts and turned her face away - She really wasn't going to make this easy for me.

"I'm sorry for..... " The words were still rolling off my tongue when I saw Izzy fervently shaking her head as if telling someone " No" and so I turned just in time to see Maya gulping down my coffee.

A wry smile twisted my mouth - she was really out for revenge. But then what happened next almost made me double over with laughter.

I never knew Maya could run faster than the Flash until now. I saw her eyes widen like saucers the moment the contents went down her throat.

She dropped the mug with lightening speed and dashed to the kitchen sink, leaned over it, retching uncontrollably to the extent I was scared she would throw up her intestines in the process.

With a deep scowl on my face, I strode to the counter and picked up the mug , examining it with great care.

Sure it didn't look like it was tampered with, and yes I enjoy my coffee with no additional additives but Maya's reaction was far too real to be exaggerated and so I took a sip.

My coffees were usually bitter but the sharp , pungent, acrid taste left in my mouth told me something else was added to this coffee. It was so bitter - like alum - that I couldn't even stomach it and ejected the whole thing in the sink - bless your heart , Maya.

I turned to glower at a certain someone who looked away as soon as our eyes met and began to whisper a tune.