chapter 12

Maeve.

I let a slow scoff. That jerk. Was I being too loud? Nicholas’s room was directly opposite mine so he could have heard.

Already aching for him, I couldn't say what came over me, I stood up from the bed and walked out of my room, barging into his. Thank goodness it wasn't locked.

He was on the bed shirtless with the phone still in his hands.

He gazed up at me, his eyes dark with desire. I could feel it.

“Were you eavesdropping?” I asked.

“No sis. You were just too loud.” he smirked.

I scoffed softly. “Oh really?”

He stood up from the bed, walking towards me. He gripped my cheeks and caressed them.

He stepped so close that our bodies pressed together and I could feel how hard his cock was.

I gasped and he gripped my wrist, taking my hands down to feel his cock..

I felt it for the first time but it felt a bit familiar. Using my hands, he rubbed his cock in circles then leaned closer to my ears and whispered,

“Look at what that did to me, Maeve”

Nicholas pressed his lips to my neck, lingering as he kissed and nipped at my skin.

I gasped sharply. He let down the strap of my night dress on both sides, my tits becoming exposed. He gripped both nipples and twisted in circles while claiming my lips instantly. I moaned against his lips, my breathing uneven. I was losing my shit, my body was burning.

I pulled away my lips quickly. “Nic I want you” I breathed.

He claimed my lips once more, our kiss grew more intense. My hands found his chest and I ran my hands on them, unintentionally rubbing his nipples.

Our moans grew louder. Nicholas carried me to the bed, parting my legs while we were still kissing. He dipped his two fingers inside pussy.

I let out a sharp grunt.

“Nicc” I moaned in between kisses. Nicholas pulled away, finding my tits as he filled his mouth with my tits, sucking and biting one. His fingers kept moving in and out at a fast pace. I felt my legs losing its balance, slightly shivering.

My fingers dug into his hair, every sensation sending somewhere far beyond reality.

He pulled away from my tits and kissed me again. His lips moved against mine with a desperate intensity, leaving me breathless. His teeth caught my lips, biting, sharp enough to leave a faint metallic taste on my tongue.

With the intensity of the kiss and fingering, my pulse quickened so hard..

I trembled, my body slowly relaxing. I just orgasmed, my heart beating fast.

Nicholas then stopped, he stood over the bed. Was he done? I still wanted him.

“Go to your room, Maeve,” he said immediately.

I already expected this. I smirked and entirely took off my night dress, stripping naked. He parted his lips, momentarily lost, gazing at me and I loved it..

Nicholas regained his senses and turned away.

“Just dress up and go to your room”

“Swear you don't want it Nicholas? Why do you keep acting like you don't want me when you do. Why do you keep pushing me away?”

“I don't” he replied instantly, his voice sharp.

“I was only helping your horny self,” he said, heading to his desk. My heart sank.

“Nicholas.”

“Dress up and go to your room Maeve” he instructed again. I pressed my lips into a thin line and adjusted my night dress. I stood up from the bed and stepped out.

I overslept like a goat! I was hoping the sleep would erase all the embarrassing moments I had with Nicholas.

I woke up and the first place my eyes went was the clock. It was 11 a.m. Thank goodness it was the weekend. I slipped out of bed. I had a lot to do, my laundry, cleaning up my space. As for the mansion, we had people who would occasionally come to keep everywhere clean.

Mom and Elon were probably already at work by now. They were hardly ever home because of how busy they were with work. Mom had her own business to handle, while Elon was constantly dealing with the company.

Sometimes, I barely saw Mom for days.

Once I got out of bed, the first thing that came into my sight was his jacket on my chair.

I hissed and grabbed it, throwing it onto the floor before picking it up again. The jacket isn't the problem dummy!

Why was I even holding it?

I stared at the jacket for a moment before sighing.

I gathered the clothes I wanted to wash, including the jacket.

Then I remembered the last time I wore something short, Nicholas had reacted and somehow, I wanted him to react again.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a polo shirt from my closet. It was short, exposing my thighs. Perfect!

I carried my clothes and the jacket downstairs, heading to the laundry room.

The moment I stepped inside, I froze.

Nicholas was already there. Our eyes met briefly and he took them off. I just can't read him.

He stood by the washing machine, sorting his clothes. He was dressed casually, and somehow, seeing him like that made all the anger I had been feeling disappear a little.

I hated that.

I wanted to talk to him, but I did not even know what I would say. After everything that had happened, I was not about to be the one chasing after him again.

I walked over to the washing machine, pretending to be busy with my clothes.

Neither of us said a word.

The silence was getting uncomfortable, so I picked up the jacket and held it out to him.

"Here is your jacket."

He looked at it, then at me.

"I know it's yours, right?"

There was a brief silence between us.

"Yes," he replied simply.

"Why bother covering me with it if you are going to keep acting like that?" I asked, placing my clothes one after the other into the washing machine.

He didn't respond or even look at me.

"Nic."

"Just because I can, Maeve. You were shivering. At least I know you don't have a strong immune system," he casually answered.

I scoffed. This somehow felt like the old Nicholas.

"Well, I do. Don't tell me I don't. It's my body," I countered.

"Well, I can tell you that you don't. It's my mouth, Maeve," he replied, turning to me briefly.

I smiled a little but didn't want to make it obvious. I couldn't deny feeling a little too happy.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet. I just woke up not so long ago," he answered.

"We should make something together. I'm starving," I suggested, and he turned to me again like he wanted to decline, but I made a pout, and he chuckled.

"That wouldn't work on me," he remarked.

Did Nicholas just smile? He hadn't smiled since he came back!

This feels like him!"I know it will," I said confidently.

I left the laundry I was supposed to be doing and went over to give him a back hug.

"Pleaseeeeeeee."

Nicholas stilled for a moment.