5

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It was the next day, the day of the ball, Nicholai was currently in his office, with John Wiley the detective.

"So what does Detective Crown know about my family?"

"He knows where you get your drugs he's planning on, ambushing you on your next deal."

"That's all?" He nods.

"Alright go." John left.

"Useless." He said sighing.

"Sir?" He heard Leon's voice from the door.

"Come in."

"I have the file on Delilah."

"No, he doesn't need it," Anastasia said taking the paper from Leon.

"Yes I do, I need to know who she is, I don't even know her last name."

"It's Delilah-" Anastasia glared at Leon, making him close his mouth.

"Talk to her like a normal person."

"Anastasia this does not concern you, give me the file."

"No, you need some mysterious in your life, go on a date with her get to know her. I starting to think you have a problem, you need to know people beforehand."

"I don't have a problem."

"Tell that to the files in your closet last time I check you had over 1227."

"How do you-"

"Mom." She shuddered as she remembered something, "Anyways think about what I said."

"Fine, I will."

"Then I'll hold on to this, Leon." She said his name with warning.

"Yes, Ms Anderson." When Anastasia left Nicholai chuckled, shaking his head amused.

"I think you're more scared of her than me."

"Get me a file on detective Crown."

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It was currently 9:30, all the guests were entering their home, with fakes smiles and real diamonds.

Nicholai greeted them with a forced smile as he looked out for Delilah.

"Nicholai!" He turned around seeing Sofia.

"Hey, Sofia."

"I haven't seen you in a while," Sofia states, touching his arm.

"I've been busy."

"Too busy for me." He nods, just as the door opened.

He looked up the stairs to see who had just arrived.

It was Delilah, she was wearing a long black dress that revealed her long legs and showed her cleavage, the light shined on her, highlighting her skin and smile.

"Excuse me." Nicholai walked away, to the stairs.

Delilah walked down the stairs as she saw Nicholai there.

He held his hand out she took it with no hesitation.

"There are so many people here." She whispered, nervously.

"I know but, don't be nervous." He told her as her hands began to sweat.

"Easier said than done." He smiled.

"You look breathtaking." He comments, she sent him a smile.

"You look handsome as always."

"I know." She laughs softly, rolling his eyes.

"You couldn't just take the compliment."

"I could, but it seemed like you needed to laugh." She smiled softly, biting her lip.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

"Delilah!" Anastasia called out, as she walked to them.

She pulled her into a hug. "You look beautiful, your dress is stunning."

"I don't remember the last time you hugged me and complimented me like that," Nicholai said, making Delilah laugh slightly.

"I will when you actually start dressing with sense." He scoffs at his sister's comment.

"Thank you, you look gorgeous, red is your colour," Delilah told Anastasia.

"Don't let my mother hear that she's convinced she's the only one who can look good wearing red."

"Hi, Delilah." Dream greeted, with Shawn by her side.

"Hello, beautiful," Shawn said, as he looked her up and down. This irritated Nicholai, he knew why but he shook it off.

"Eyes up here, lover boy," Delilah told him, making him chuckle, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, you look beautiful, Nic, avrai un po 'di concorrenza." Nicholai, sisters laugh softly. (Nic, you'll have some competition)

"È solo un'amica." They all rolled their eyes, except for Delilah she watched them confused, she had no idea what they were saying. (She is just a friend)

"Sei così determinato a crederlo, guarda come ti guarda, Nic," Shawn says, they all looked to Delilah, she was raising her eyebrow, confused. (You're so determined to believe that, look at the way she looks at you, Nic)

They laughed, at her expression. "Sorry, we forgot you can't speak Italian," Shawn said.

"What were you saying?" She asked before anyone could say anything, Nicholai interrupted them.

"Nothing isn't that Ms Dears, let me introduce you."

They walked over to Ms Dears with a forced smile on their faces.

"Ms Dears, can I have a moment of your time?"

"Sure, Nicholai." The woman she was talking to excused herself walking away.

"I would like you to meet, Delilah, she interested to work for your company."

"It's nice to meet you, Delilah but-" Ms Dears meet Nicholai's eyes, he gave her a look, fear was evident in her eyes, Delilah noticed this. "I mean if you want a job at my company, you will have to start tomorrow at 8 am sharp."

"Thank you so much."

"Anytime, excuse me." Ms Dears walked away.

"What was that?" Delilah asked.

"What?"

"You gave her one look and she gave me the job."

"Don't worry about it, do you want to dance?" She nods, deciding to push her questions aside.

"I'd love too." He smiled, leading her to the dance floor, he wrapped his hands, around her waist, her hands moved around his neck.

"Did I tell you beautiful tonight?"

"Beautiful? No, but breathtaking? Yes, keep the compliments coming." He laughs.

"I love your personality, it's refreshing." She bit her lip, smiling.

"So what other languages do you speak, besides Italian."

"Russian and many more, I learned them for fun, but I had to learn Italian and Russian."

"Why?"

"My father is Italian and my mother is Russian, what about your parents?"

"My mother is Jamaican and my father is Mexican."

"So do you speak Spanish?"

"Si." He smiles.

"Everyone knows that one."

"Lo sé." (I know)

"Maybe you can teach me someday, I visit Mexico, a lot." She laughs shaking her head.

"I barely know it, I stopped speaking it years ago."

"I guess, you'll have to practice, or else I won't have an excuse for wanting to see you." She smiles, amused.

"What do you get out of flirting with me?"

"I get to see that magnificent smile." This only made her smile more.

"Nic!" He turned, seeing his grandparents, he waves.

"Who are they?"

"My mother parents, I need to greet them, do you want to come?" She nods.

He held kept his hand around her waist, going to his grandparents, his siblings, Shawn and his parents were already there.

"Привет, бабушка, дедушка, как вы оба?" Delilah was shocked at how easy and fast he said that. (Hello, grandma, grandpa, how are you both?)

"Alive." His grandmother, Nicole answered.

"Barely." His grandfather, Anton joked.

Everyone laughed, but they knew, their time was almost up.

"Who is this beauty?" Delilah smiled.

"Delilah." Anton smile.

"I'm Anton and this is my wife Nicole."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"The pleasure is all mine," Anton said, making her smile.

"I see being charming, runs in your family," Delilah whispered to Nicholai, he smiled.

"And being beautiful runs in yours." She rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Nicholai shook his head.

"Friend." Anton raised his eyebrow.

"You could have one of those." Everyone laughed at his grandfather's comment.

Shawn gave Anastasia, a hundred dollar bill.

"I knew he was going to say it, grandma is too nice to say that." Delilah phone rang.

"Excuse me." They watched as she walked away.

"You sure you aren't dating? She seems like a wonderful woman." Alessandro told his son.

"Am I the only who noticed he's never said that about me?" Anastasias asked, earning a few laughs.

"I'm sure, plus I don't think she sees me that way." Anastasia chuckles.

"How does it feel to be rejected?"

"I'm fine with it, actually."

"What's happen to you?" Shawn asked.

"Sir," Leon said, Nicholai turned.

"I have the file on Mr Crown."

"1228, now," Anastasia told him, he rolled his eyes.

"I'm glad you're still keeping count," Natalia said, her daughter shivered.

"Shawn, get me a drink." He did as Anastasia ordered.

Nicholai took the file from Leon. "Sir I suggest you read it after the party."

"Why?"

"There are somethings in the file that might upset you." This made Nicholai and his family curious.

"Read it." Dream said, he sighs opening.

Xander Crown, 46, M
Married to: Danielle Crown, 44, F
Children/Child: Zachary Crown, 21, M, Delilah Crown, 20, F, Diamond, 5, F

He froze reading that over again, Delilah was a Crown.

Was she a spy, trying to get information for her father.

"What is it?" He gave Anastasia the file.

She looked shocked, "Delilah is a Crown, is she a spy?"

"Most likely," Leon says, Nicholai stared into space, his fist clenched, knuckles turning white.

He trusted her, why would she do this? He was starting to feel things for her and she lied to him.

"Nic." His mother called out.

"Sorry about that, my father wants me to babysit my baby sister, I should get going."

"You should," Anastasia said, hostility laced in her tone.

"I'll call you," Delilah said.

"I have work." She nods, she felt his hostile behaviour towards her, she wanted to ask why, but she kept her mouth shut and swallowed her hurt.

"Alright, I'm going." And no-one stopped her.

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