His Toxic Addiction-Chapter 312: Fucking Girly.

After Arissa left the house to the hospital with Diego, Nicklaus placed several calls to different places, trying to schedule a perfect arena where their first night out would take place.

His phone kept on beeping with notifications from the higher-ups, his father, and the media. They all talked about the news and he needed a break away from the world.

He entirely ignored the news. He has done his part to please his wife and whoever the news displeases should keep that to himself.

Scrolling through his phone for date ideas, he sat back in his seat with a serious expression. His expression now was more serious than the one he usually has on.

His heart kept on pounding which was so unlike him. He wanted everything to be perfect for her and that was why he couldn’t relax.

She was beginning to appreciate the little things he does and that was everything to him. Arissa was his every second joy and he did not want anything more than a genuine smile always on her lips.

All through his life, Nicklaus has never been a romantic person. He has always been emotionally unavailable, emotionally clueless, more chilly than frost and his words more damaging than the edge of a sword which left him clueless about all of this, and doesn’t even know where to start.

He shut his eyes for a short moment and after parting his eyes, he sent a few messages of cancellation to the places he first called. He decided to change his arena.

He dialed Daniel’s number and the second the call connected, he went down straight to why he called. Unlike his usual cold stern voice, this time he sounded a little soft.

"Send a large truck of roses over to my house. I want them all fresh and of high quality," he instructed.

Daniel at the other end had a small frown on his face at the end of his boss’s words. The voice sure does sound like his boss’s voice but the flexibility the voice carried made him doubt who owned the voice. Regardless, it can’t be his boss instructing him to send flowers over to him. The funny thing about it all was that he saw the caller ID to be his boss before he replied but now he doubts he has seen right back when he saw his boss’s name as the caller ID.

To confirm it wasn’t his boss speaking, he took the phone off his ear and when he started at the name for a few seconds more, he blinked with wide eyes and placed the phone back on his ear

"Boss?" he called, almost stuttering.

"Daniel," Nicklaus replied, not irritated by Daniel’s unprofessional and almost clumsy act, "Send a large truck filled with roses over to my house. No, make them two large trucks," he patiently repeated his order.

Daniel at the other end blinked rapidly and then he managed to ask, "What color of roses?" he was careful not to stutter from shock.

Nicklaus scratched the back of his head and released a deep sigh, "Umm, red roses.... No wait, mix them. Let them be beautiful." he tapped his feet on the floor to control the building nervousness in him and went on, "I need pink roses also, mix them with white and add a touch of yellow to them."

Giving the order, he said an inward prayer in his mind not to get the wrong color Arissa might not like. He does not want even the slightest mistake to be detected from what he wants to do tonight.

He wants sheer perfection that would keep a permanent smile on her lips. He wants to go out of that mentality of his that always tells him he can never be loved. Yes, if she can love him for just a short moment, show him what love is, and help him feel it before requesting a divorce, he would be okay with it.

At this moment, all he wanted to do was to make her feel appreciated so she would return the same energy to him.

"Okay," Daniel accepted the assignment from the other end.

"Also," Nicklaus continued, "Get me Rose scented candles, as many as you can find,"

Daniel’s brow lifted amused by the continuation of the weird request. First two trucks of flowers and now scented candles. What’s happening with his boss? Does he plan to bring down a flower shop with his crazy request?

Remembering her warm spicy scent, Nicklaus added to his request, "Also add Vanilla scented candles to the list and hire some flower keepers as you send my orders over. I would need their assistance with a few things. I want all of this at my door post before 2 pm,"

Daniel swallowed and checked his wristwatch. Seeing he was given just two hours to do all that had been ordered, he almost cried. Biting his tongue to stay professional, he managed to reply, "Okay boss,"

The moment Daniel accepted the task, Nicklaus hung up on the call and returned his phone to his desk.

There was a knock on his door and Geal strode in after opening the door to walk in without Nicklaus’s permission.

He looked at the almost pre-relaxed Nicklaus before comfortably dropping himself on the couch in the study room.

The corners of his lips raised into a mischievous smile and he eagerly sat up, "Tell me, how was your section back there? I hope I was able to close the whole place," he said, listing his help out.

Nicklaus eyed him and switched on his laptop. "What do you think?" he dropped a question and began to type on his laptop.

Geal’s eyes widened with sparkles and galaxies in them, "Really? I would be holding my niece and nephews soon?" his voice was a bit loud with excitement bursting through him.

Nicklaus raised his face to his best friend in surprise. "Idiot," he cursed, "Was that what I asked?"

Geal’s face fell, "Are you being serious right now?"

"Asshoe," Nicklaus cursed again and let out a small amused smile. His friend’s way of thinking would be the death of him.

Geal was taken aback by the playful curse words and decided to bite back, "When did you so fucking girly to the extent of cursing?"

Nicklaus’s face was ashen at the thought of gays, "Stop being such a naughty sexist. Curse words are meant for everyone," he lectured with an eye roll.

Geal shook his head softly and a sly smile covered his lips.

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