The Russian Billionaire's Fiesty Serb

Nik might be opening up to me and acting like my protector, but he was very clear about what he wanted from the start.

With that in min, I go to Nik's room and grab my things from there. I drop my toiletries on my bed and take my Louis Vuitton Suitcase and start packing my things.

No point in delaying being kicked out of Nik's homestead. Especially now that we know who the stalker is, there's really no point to me being here.

I press my hand to my chest where a dull ache forms.

The doorbell to the house rings interrupting me from my packing. I head over to the panel next to my bed and see a delivery man.

I push the intercom, 'I think you've got the wrong house, mate. I haven't ordered anything.'

He looks at the camera confused, 'Isn't this 31 Irrawong Estate?'

'Yes, but no one's ordered anything.' I'm sure of it. The cook is off sick, and the housekeeper isn't due until tomorrow. And of course Nik isn't home either.

He looks at his invoice again, 'Says here its for a Miss Lovic and the sender is Mr Nikolai Milordov.'

'Jebi ga.' I say with the receiver off, embarrassed I rejected him so strongly.

I press the receiver again, 'Sure I'll buzz you in through the gates.'

He smiles into the camera, 'Thanks ma'am.'

I chuckle. How does a 27 year old resemble a ma'am? Bah whatever.

By the time I make it to the foyer, he's made it to the main door. I pull open the heavy oak door to see that's he's holding catering.

'Do you mind if I come in and set up your meal for you?' He asks politely.

I open the door wider to make room for him to pass through, 'Sure by all means young man.' I wink at him. I see a feint blush as he scurries past me to set it up at the living room in front of the home cinema.

I'm kind of curious how he knew where the living room was, but then I notice him holding a piece of paper. On it, is a map of the living room, showing exactly where to set up the food. Colour me impressed. Now that's what I call a catering company.

As I am marveling at his work, my phone begins to ring and pick it up. 'Yes, this is Jas speaking?'

Nik's gruff voice comes responds, 'Did you enjoy my gift?'

I'm smiling, 'Ah so you are the type to enjoy surprising people, who would've thought?'

He chuckles, 'So you do like it?'

'Immensely. I can't wait to dig into the grub.'

He snorts, 'I'm not sue a premium catering company like "Aero" would appreciate their food being referred to as "grub".

I twirl my gold lock between my fingers, 'Too bad, too sad. Plus I'm sure their employee' I put my phone on my shoulder, 'What's your name hun?' I ask sweetly and the catering boy responds, 'Oh its Rob.' I then put the phone back up to my ear, 'Rob won't mind.' I finish.

'I think its time to send Rick—'

I interrupt, '—Oh it's Rob.'

'—Rick home.' Nick finishes ignoring my correction.

I snicker, 'Someone is a little jealous.'

He grumbles, 'Enjoy your dinner, I'll see you tonight at 8pm.'

I smile at him ignoring my comment, 'Alright, I'll see you later.'

Rob is done setting up so I escort him out. When I return I'm shocked to see such a decadent spread of food before me.

I've got a spread of waffles with fruit, cream and chocolate drizzle. There's a chocolate soufflé. I also spot a stack of pancakes with maple syrup, fruit compote, fresh fruit and ricotta. Then I see a wagyu steak with gravy, vegetables, and mash potato. A bowl of Greek salad, focaccia bread with garlic, rosemary and thyme. They even included a Slavic style potato salad with vinegar dressing, onions and copious amounts of parsley. Nik certainly got a bit of everything, because there is even an assortment of other savoury and dessert dishes that I can't identify because I've never tried or seen them before.

In other words, I'm in heaven right now. The man sure knows his way to a wog girls heart, even if he doesn't want it.

I turn on the cinema and select Iron Man because I'm a bit of a Marvel geek. Then I load up my tray with an assortment of food and lean back on the couch.