Chapter 13; Filled, stretched or fucked

Nickolai’s POV

“What the hell is going on?” My jaw hardened, as I barked at my lawyer who called me urgently into his office.

He took a deep breath, avoiding my face as I looked at him.

I banged the table where he sat, annoyed at his quiet demeanour.

“Answer me,” I commanded.

He looked at me, offering me a pitiful look that could be mistaken for a teary eye.

My lawyer had been here for a long time, he helped me get through the divorce that almost took every single thing in me.

He had called me on the phone that they was an email that was sent to him by my ex-wife’s lawyer and he needed my attention to see if this was true or not.

“What do I do?” I asked, as my fingers threaded through my hair thinking of what made her find out.

“Just calm down,” he assured. Even while I tried to prevent the whole situation.

I pulled the strands of hair that fell on my forehead away, trying to think of what I could do about this.

“We are going to get through this," he reassured me. I believed him, even if a part of me still had a pang of doubt.

I left his place and told my Chauffeur to drive me to the bar. He drove into the underground parking lot that had a lot of secret for prominent and wealthy people that needed to hide their private lives away from the media.

I got down from the car and looked around to be sure I wasn’t being tailed by the media and knocked on the door that had different things at the other side of the room.

The bouncer looked at me for a while before he gave me access to enter the bar.

The smell of different scents and the smell of cigars drizzled into my nose as I walked into the bar seeing the way every respectable man in the room laughed while holding a cup of wine in their hands. Every single person dropped each of their problems at the door just to have fun and drink their sorrows away.

I was one of them at this moment.

The strippers moved graciously on the pole as each of their booty bounced with each movement they made with their body.

The waiter walked up to me and smiled at me, requesting for what I’d like to drink.

I requested for a bottle of a strong martini with a drizzle of another stronger alcohol that could literally make me forget what I have to deal with later.

She nodded and walked away swaying her hips as her steps moved into the neon lights.

My thoughts drifted to Damian.

I drowned the fifth cup of alcohol as the contents burned my throat.

I deserved it, after marrying a woman without a prenup, this is what my punishment was. I deserved it.

I staggered out of the club after paying for my alcohol.

I walked reluctantly, stumbling on every single thing that blocked my way till I got into the car. I needed to meet my boy.

My sexy little boy. My little slut.

I couldn’t wait to see him and fuck his ass till he couldn’t walk for a week or sit down properly.

I couldn’t wait to make him moan out my name like he meant every single thing I was going to do to him.

I walked into the hotel, staggering and embarrassed I was behaving like this.

I was sure the receptionist paid no attention to why I was here.

So I smiled sheepishly at her and walked into the elevator.

She couldn’t question me. I was her boss.

My dick ached as I thought of what my boy was going to be doing right now.

I picked my card and inserted it into the door, turning the knob.

As I walked into the dark and quiet room. The lamp close to the bed was the only light. But from the look of it he was asleep.

I walked closer to the bed, to get a perfect view of my little slut. He looked so cute with his pink lips. I could literally suck his lips right now.

I had always wanted to have him here. I opened the Duffet to reveal his perfect little naked body waiting for me.

Goosebumps travelled through his body as the cold air hit his skin.

This man right here was going to be the death of me. I pulled my shirt up and threw it across the room, pulling my pants off my body ready to take him in.

He stirred in his sleep. He knew I was here and I was going to make him pay for sleeping like this.

I slowly bent down, whispering into his ears.

“Do you want filled, stretched or intensely fucked?”

He smiled and I smiled deeply thinking about how crazy this night was going to be for the both of us.

I’m so hard right now. It hurts.