Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Micaela and Pastora Apostol put on their waitresses’ outfits and headed inside with the wine they had ordered from VIP room 888.

Micaela scanned the wine list and, my God, it was hundreds of thousands of euros a night for the wine list alone.

The Big V booths at the bar make money on the booze alone.

Micaela couldn’t help but blurt out, “This Salomon Olivo you like, it’s extravagant.”

Pastora Apostol is not impressed, “People are big stars, isn’t it normal to have a wine list worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?”

It’s also true that Nico changes cars all day long, each one starting at a few million, and cars burn more money than booze.

“Knock, knock.”

Micaela and Pastora Apostol knocked on the door.

In the private room, a group of men and women, Salomon Olivo was the birthday boy and called a group of friends.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

One of the pretty girls heard the knock on the door and said, “I think it’s the wine we ordered, I’ll go get it.”

Pastora Apostol walks in front and Micaela walks behind Pastora Apostol, her face slightly downcast for fear that Solomon Olivo might recognize her.

But fortunately, the room was dimly lit, the lights were bright, the karaoke was loud and raucous, and no one was paying much attention to the two petite waitresses.

Pastora Apostol and Micaela carry the tray and bend down to place the tray of drinks on the short, wide coffee table.

“Mr. Solomon, your drinks are here, could the vending machine please swipe your card?”

Solomon Olivo took a card, swiped it and signed it.

Pastora Apostol looked at Solomon Olivo in awe, pretending to be a fan: “Mr. Solomon … You are the big star Salomon Olivo, aren’t you? I’ve seen you in many movies and TV shows, and you’re even more handsome in person than on camera! Can you take a picture with me?”

Salomon Olivo shuddered and scoffed, “You’re a journalist, aren’t you, little one?”

“… Me, I’m not! I’m really a roadie fan.”

Solomon Olivo was fine with that and said kindly, “I’m in a good mood today, take a picture, hurry up.”

Pastora Apostol was immediately happy, her idol was so good-natured that she took out her phone, turned on her beauty camera, approached Solomon Olivo and took several photos!

It’s a live Salomon Olivo! Pastora Apostol’s hands are shaking with her phone!

On the beauty cam, the corners of her lips are going to smile all the way to her temples!

After the shoot, Pastora Apostol said with all sincerity, “Mr. Solomon, don’t worry, I’ll give you the finishing touches.”

Solomon Olivo joked with derision, “You mean I’m not handsome enough to live in the PS with a tune-up?”.

“No, no, you’re exquisite enough! Even the front camera is super cute!”

One of the girls sitting on the couch, spoke up, “Solomon, let them out, it’s time for us to cut the cake!”.

Pastora Apostol grabbed her phone and smiled stubbornly, “Okay, okay, we’ll leave immediately and leave you alone, and by the way, Mr. Solomon, happy birthday!”.

Salomon Olivo smiled politely and lightly, “Thank you.”

Around the corner, a pair of sharp black eyes fixed on a figure.

Nico hadn’t really expected Micaela to come to the bar to sell alcohol.

Most of the year, away from him, it’s hard enough to live, part-time jobs are done at the bar.

Thinking this, Nico suddenly stopped being angry and felt inexplicably happy.

It was comforting to see her away from him and having a hard time.

Just as Pastora Apostol finished her photo shoot and turned to leave with Micaela in tow, a cold, gravelly male voice suddenly sounded from the dark corner, “Wait.”

Pastora Apostol: “????”

Micaela: “????”

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

Micaela unconsciously tilted her head to look, and her eyes instantly collided with those dark, cynical eyes.

… Nico.

Micaela’s heart skipped a beat and her scalp tingled.

What an injustice, I didn’t read the calendar when I left the house.

Pastora Apostol also saw Nico and her mouth set to “0” as she unconsciously covered herself.

Wow, how could I forget that Mr. Nico is Solomon Olivo’s brother and Mr. Nico is present 80 to 90 percent of the time on Solomon Olivo’s birthday.

Salomon Olivo looked at Nico at this reaction, “What, you know each other?”.

That’s when Salomon Olivo reassessed the two girls.

Shit, isn’t that Micaela?

Solomon Olivo instantly felt he was in for a treat.

Nico lowered his legs and sat up straighter, but he couldn’t hide his bandit aura. He glanced at Micaela, his gaze was long and playful, and he frowned impatiently and commanded, “What are you waiting for?

Pastora Apostol hurried to open the wine.

Nico’s gaze, however, was firmly fixed on Micaela, “I didn’t call you, I called her.”

“…” Pastora Apostol smiled, trying to tangle, “Isn’t it the same for the one who opens the wine, sir?”

Micaela holds Pastora Apostol’s hand, takes a deep breath, raises her eyes, looks directly and generously at Nico and asks, “We don’t cover the tap service at the bar, you have to tip for the taps.”

Nico smiled apologetically, dejectedly, and asked for a tip even for opening a glass.

Nico tossed a thick wad of bills on the table, “Open, pour and feed my drinks and this money is yours.”

The pile of cash was at least 30. 000.

Micaela thought: “I don’t want it for anything, it’s just an open glass.

Micaela opened the wine with a corkscrew before lifting the bottle and filling the small glass in front of Nico.

Pour it all out.

Micaela poured another drink from the glass, into a wine glass, and lifted it to Nico’s mouth.

In the half-light, she leaned towards him and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Mr. Nico, are you drinking?”.

After saying this, Micaela even raised an eyebrow in provocation.

Nico laughed raggedly, looking down at the wine glass and sneering in a particularly guttural tone, “It’s no fun just drinking, why don’t you feed me with your mouth?”

Nico spoke loud enough for the entire booth to hear.

The room instantly filled with whistles.

Everyone started cooing, “Feed it with your mouth! Feed it with your mouth!”

Micaela gritted her teeth, her ears a little hot.

The man’s deep, glowing eyes, closing in on her, along with the strong, dominant masculine aura surrounding her, enveloped her inch by inch.

Nico’s long, slender fingers, curling around her earlobe, were scalding hot.

The man tilted his head, his eyes boring into her, his thin lips settling on the contour of her ear to whisper, “Shy? You’re still shy, aren’t you?”.

Micaela clenched her knuckles on the glass, pale, leaned back, swallowed a big gulp of vodka in one motion, cupped Nico’s face with one hand and kissed him on his thin lips.

The spicy vodka, from his mouth, passed into Nico’s.

With a hint of sweetness, it’s his taste.

Very mesmerizing.

Nico slipped his large hands into her thick hair, gripping the back of her head, pressing closer, entwining to bring the kiss deeper and more passionate.

In each other’s mouths, the scent of wine is intoxicating to the core.

Micaela presses against him, on the verge of choking, their kisses, hot and on the verge of exploding.

In the cabin, the whistles grew louder: “Mr. Nico is sticking his tongue out! It’s unbelievable!”

Micaela violently pushed him away and raised her hand to slap him across his handsome face, “Gangster!”.

The men and women in the booth froze, not expecting this waiter to dare to hit Nico, not even Salomon Olivo.

Shit, this Micaela is a real bombshell, Mr. Nico even outclassed her.

Micaela finished beating Nico, picked up the wad of money on the table and, to the amazed expressions of the audience, pulled Pastora Apostol and walked out of the booth.

He took the money and escaped with the ease and grace of a repeat offender.

Nico licked his teeth, remembering the kiss he had just received, and took another sip from his glass, rolling the lump in his throat to press the stupidity.

It’s been six months since I’ve seen him, but he’s grown in strength and it hits him when we meet.

But, just looking at him, the little white-eyed wolf has become even more beautiful.

It must be because the light doesn’t work.

The friends at Solomon Olivo’s birthday party were pretty rowdy and Nico wasn’t in the mood, he lay down on the couch to sleep after a few drinks.

The flashing light was a bit glaring and Nico raised a thin arm to rest it on his forehead and eyes to shield them from the light.

A girl next to him yelled out, “Mr. Nico, it’s not even ten o’clock at night and you’re already in bed?”

The girl picked him up.

Nico was not in the mood and pushed him away, throwing out a careless, “Older than you youngsters.”

The girl resented and didn’t bother him anymore.

Nico leaned in with his eyes closed, his ears ringing, but his mind was blank, except for the declining, stunning young face that had approached him, the light scent of jasmine on her body and the small, soft waist held tightly between his hands.

Nico slipped the lump in his throat a couple of times and felt a cluster of fire shoot through him.

Micaela lit the fire.

Nico tapped the screen of his phone and looked at the time, ten and a half minutes.

It’s not worth spending New Year’s Eve like this.

Nico stood up and said to Salomon Olivo, “I’m going to retire.”

Salomon Olivo threw him, smiling mischievously, “What for, to find Micaela?”

“My dick wants her, what am I going to do, if I don’t go, I’m going to be stranded”.

Salomon Olivo: “…”

Damn, that Nico guy, what a faggot.

Nico came out of the booth with a black coat in one hand, wearing only a thin white shirt.

He opened his phone and found Micaela’s number in his address book, without erasing it.

Call.

The call went through.

Nico’s lazy, magnetic voice boomed out, “Valet, take me home for 100. 000.”

On the other end of the phone, Micaela hooked those incredibly pretty red lips and spat, “No.”

“One million.”

Micaela: “Go with whoever you want!”

Doodle doo …

Micaela hung up on him.

Nico gritted his teeth, well, not to send him, well, he blocked his house to go.

…

Micaela and Pastora Apostol dined French-style in the City of Night, watched the fireworks and followed more than 10. 000 people through the New Year.

When I got home, it was 1 am.

As I stepped out of the elevator and headed for my front door, I saw a handsome “cowboy” standing in front of my house.

Micaela unconsciously turned around and tried to leave.

A sleepover at Pastora Apostol’s house tonight also seemed like a good decision.

But behind me, the male voice was slow, with a hint of playfulness, “Why are you running, I’m a male ghost, I can eat you when you see me?”

Micaela turned her back to him, took a deep breath and gritted her teeth.

No matter, what’s coming can’t get away.

Micaela turned around and looked at him calmly, “What are you doing here Mr. Nico, where are your manners when you’ve been blocking my door for half a year after we broke up?”

Nico’s handsome chin was slightly upturned, and his slightly drunken black eyes were deep and bright, with a hint of ultimate masculine sensuality, but his expression was debtorly, “Is it your decision to break up alone? Do you think I’m dead?”

However, Micaela: “What, Melita got tired of playing?”.

Melita, the actress Nico was rumored to be with six months ago.

“Melita?” frowned Nico, with a little difficulty remembering.

Damn, what a pretense!

Micaela frowned, losing her patience, and pushed him, “Get away from my door.”

When Micaela opened the door, Nico turned and his chest crushed his whole body against the door.

His hot chest pressed against her back.

Nico looked down, his thin lips falling affectionately over her chin and neck, lingering, “How can you be so mean when you light a fire and run, hmm?”