One Night Stand With A Two-Faced Stripper のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Diamond's POVIt took me well more than an hour to be with Nicholas.. I did nothing but talk to myself out loud, hoping he would hear me.. I confessed my feelings towards him over and over again, but he didn't bat an eye. A knock came from the door.door. “Come in,” I called out.. James walked inside the room, knowingly looking at me. The time had come for me to leave Nicholas alone.I couldn't bear the thought of him sleeping alone with strangers around him instead of by my side.. I looked longingly at him one last time before hesitantly stepping out of the door. I was met with the doctor; he looked to be in his late forties or fifties, but he still looked very agile compared to his age. “Are you Mrs. Debra Don Nichols?” He asked me, and I nodded at him.His face muscles softened as he noticed my eyes. I had been crying for the better part of an hour non-stop, and it was starting to show. “Why don't you go home and rest for today?” the doctor said with a gentle voice.He had a very

Diamond's POVI was in the car with Mike, and although I didn't say anything, the tension between both of us was well beyond awkward. Knowing he was the one that saved me last night didn't exactly make me feel comfortable talking with him about anything. If that wasn't the case, then I would have just pretended to talk or something. I decided to dismiss the thought and got myself some shut-eye. I slept off until we got to our destination. I got off the car and walked towards the hospital. I couldn't clearly remember, but it was room 501. At the corner, I saw James making a phone call to someone; maybe it was an old friend. “Hey James," I walked up from behind him. Surprisingly, he jumped at my voice. “You're here earlier than expected; excuse me." He walked forward a bit, ending the phone call. “Mother just left; she came to see Nicholas." He looked at me, seeming to notice how drained I look. “Did you get any sleep? You look totally out of it." I smiled weakly at him; at least

Diamond's POVI woke up with a sense of relief; it's like how you wake up knowing all your problems have been solved. With Ivan out of the picture, I could rest assured that I would be safe with no worries. Now that I just had to focus on Nicholas and his recovery, I thought about telling him all about what had happened and the laughter and discussions we would have.I got up quickly; I had gotten into the habit of waking up late in the morning. It was already past ten, and I could smell the aroma all the way from up here. I felt the emergence of my hunger while barely being able to satiate it.I quickly took my shower and got dressed. I felt a bit hot, so I wore light clothes and headed downstairs to have breakfast. I saw Neymar seated at the dinner table; he didn't see me while he was scrolling through his phone with a glass of wine in hand. The similarities between the both of them kept growing more and more.“Good morning, Neymar," I smiled at him. He got a bit startled, looking

Diamond’s POV We all sat down in the private hospital room, staring at the patches of blood littered in a secluded part of the room. The bleeding led to the bathroom, after which there were no more traces. I sat down, blaming myself for what had happened. Because of how scared I was, I had let everybody lose this one chance they had. After I and Nicholas had met James and Neymar downstairs, Nicholas had told them of what had happened.And immediately James had run upstairs to catch Ivan while calling the police on his way there. He and Nicholas had gotten there before me, which was expected, but when I got to the room, I saw them standing at the doors, looking distraught. “What happened?" I asked Nicholas, seeing the furrow in his face. The same went for James, who looked deeply troubled while attempting to make a phone call.“Ivan escaped," he said with a hint of regret, panicking. I staggered a bit. Ivan escaped; if he escaped, then he would definitely come for me again no doubt.

Ivan's POVI sat down feeling satisfied and relaxed in the small confines of the storage room. To my left lay the brunette, making soft sobs, tears, and snot all over the place. I felt bad for her, but it wasn't that deep. I couldn't wash up, but I suppose I could just get dressed up or something. It had been sometime since I had called Carl, but he hadn't called me back. Well, I needed to be ready in case he called immediately. I stood up wearing my clothes. I didn't bother wearing my shirt; instead, I wore the brunette’s shirt. It was a bit tight on my body, but I could definitely pass as one of the cleaners. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Excited, I picked up my phone. It was Carl. "Where are you?" I asked him immediately."Calm down, Ivan I'm outside. Come down to the entrance, then take your left. You'll see a blue van at the far end of the building. I'll be waiting for you there." Then he cut the call just as I was about to thank him; he was annoying like that. I dressed up c