chapter 13

Nicholas.

“Pleaseeeeeeee” Maeve pleaded and I stilled. I hate this. I hate how easily Maeve got to me after everything I have tried to stay away and pretend she doesn't exist. It's becoming harder to keep myself together day by day. I almost lost my shit last night, I couldn't even figure what I was doing until I snapped back to my senses.

I gripped her hands and gently turned,her big eyes glancing at me pleadingly. She batted her eye lashes and I swear I almost lost it. I couldn't keep it together.

I exhaled a deep sigh. “Fine” I muttered before I could stop myself. Why did I even agree! Her expression changed,a wide grin spreading across her cheeks.

“But, just for today” I added, raising a finger to emphasize the point.

“Okay sure!” she squealed in excitement.

Maeve went back to finish her laundry. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, even though I tried. Her thighs were exposed, making it harder to breathe. Why does she keep wearing something so short ?

It is getting to my head. Maeve gripped my hand after we were done with the laundry and dragged me to the kitchen.

She decided we were making creamy chicken and mushroom pasta.

She took out everything from the refrigerator and pantry and placed them on the counter. Chicken, mushrooms, pasta, heavy cream, Parmesan cheese, garlic, butter, and a few seasonings.

“Okay,” she said, rubbing her hands together. “Let’s cook.”

“Isn’t that too much for breakfast? I thought we were having something like pancakes,” I muttered.

Maeve rolled her eyes. “Where is the fun in making breakfast together then?” she chuckled.

She must be so excited to make breakfast with me. Oh, my little angel.

“Fine.”

Maeve smiled and immediately started assigning me tasks.

“You’ll chop the mushrooms,” she said, pointing at them. “And then cut the chicken into small pieces. I’ll handle the pasta and the sauce.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So you’re giving me all the hard work?”

“Obviously.” She grinned. “You’re stronger.”

I shook my head, but picked up the knife anyway.

“Just tell me what to do, chef.”

She laughed. “Finally, you’re listening to me.”

We worked quietly after that.

Maeve handled the pasta and sauce while I chopped the mushrooms and chicken like she had instructed. Every now and then, she would lean over to check what I was doing, and whenever she was satisfied, she would nod and go back to what she was doing.

When the sauce was finally ready, she dipped a spoon into it and held it out to me.

“Try it.”

I looked at her before tasting it.

“It’s good,” I said.

Her face lit up. “I knew it.”

I almost smiled.

Maeve looked at our food proudly before carrying the plates to the dining table. We both sat down.

She gazed at the food and clapped her hands together. “Oh, it’s perfect.”

I watched her smile as she admired the food.

“Let me get some water.” She said, standing up again.

She disappeared into the kitchen, and a few seconds later, I heard the sound of her humming.

Then she came back, holding two bottles of water.

She suddenly started dancing.

Nothing serious. Just moving her body to the song playing softly from her phone on the dinning table.

The music had actually been playing for a while since we played music while cooking. She swayed her hips from side to side as she walked toward the table.

I just stared at her and then I started getting flashbacks of how Maeve and I used to be in the past. I chuckled a little, watching her dance.

I was remembering the girl she used to be four years ago. The same carefree smile. The same little dances whenever she was happy. The same way she could walk into a room and somehow make me forget everything else around me.

Maeve had always been like this.

And maybe that was the problem. I looked away briefly but my gaze drifted back to her.

I had spent four years trying to convince myself that distance would make things easier.

It didn't, If anything, it had made everything worse.

I cared about her more than I should.

Far more than I was willing to admit and that frightened me.

Because when I cared about someone, I didn't know how to do it halfway. I became protective, possessive and obsessive.

“Why are you staring at me?” Her voice pulled me back.

I quickly averted my gaze. “I wasn't.” I lied, rubbing my hands together.

“Swear you weren’t, Nic!” She grinned from ear to ear, completely confident.

Maeve rushed toward me, leaving the water on the table as she gripped my hand and pulled me from my seat.

“Let’s dance!”

“Maeve, Maeve.” I tried to protest, but she wouldn’t listen to a word I was saying.

She pulled me up, forcing me to move my body.

“Stop!” I warned.

“Fuck you, I know you want to dance with me!” she laughed, her voice unwavering.

I snorted.

My body eventually gave in, and I started moving along with her.

Maeve swayed her hips, moving to the rhythm of the music. She was so sexy that I couldn't take my eyes off her for a minute.

Then she suddenly climbed the dining table and spread her legs. I froze, my cock bulging beneath my trousers. She wasn't wearing panties. I stopped in my tracks, swallowing hard.

What the heck was going on through Maeve’s head. She was no longer the little innocent girl I left four years ago. She had changed, I hated what it did to me but I loved it too. I'm doomed.

“Maeve…” I murmured but she flashed me a wink. Then used a spoon to dip some of the creamy sauce, pouring them on her thighs.

I gasped.

“What are you doing?” I mouthed, struggling to keep it together.

“You said you didn't want this so you shouldn't be struggling.” A wicked smirk spread across Maeve’s cheeks as she pulled her T-shirt off, her erect nipples pointing at me. My cock became twice hardened.

“Maeve stopp” my lips quivered as I tried to sound commanding like I would usually but it wasn't working because she paid no attention to me.

Maeve didn't say a word, instead she pinched her nipples hard and that's when I entirely lost it.

I strode towards her, coming in between her thighs and claimed her lips hard. Fuck me.

I squeezed her tits with my left hand while the right hands was on her cheeks.

She moaned into my mouth.

“Niccc….” She pulled away breathlessly.

“Pleaseeeee, fuck me…I want it..” she pleaded, batting her big eyes at me.

I gulped hard, my cock was so hard already but I can't do this. She started kissing me, her hands going to my cock. She rubbed it from my trousers while we were kissing. I stopped, went on my knees and ran my tongues on her thighs, liking off the creamy sauce she poured on it earlier.

“Oh yes!” She gripped my hair while in the act.

Then I remembered the words from four years back. I didn't escape just to end back in the same cycle. I must put an end to this.

I stood up and stepped backwards, turning away from her.

“Nic…”

“Don't ever in your life, Maeve pull this again.” I warned, voice stern. I have been repeating the same pattern but I'm really ending it now. I have to control myself. I wouldn't let Maeve have this much effect on me. This effect could ruin everything.

I started walking away before I would get caught in the temptation again.

“What about breakfast?” she asked, her voice soft and quieter this time.

“I have lost my appetite”