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While Neymar was a fun-loving person, sweet, caring, and adorable Nicholas was cold; he may care for you but won't show it, at least openly. I could say he's a narcissist but not the toxic type; he just puts himself first before others. I know that doesn't make him seem like a family man, but come on, girls have an uncanny attraction to bad guys. It’s not just because they're bad but because they don't give us women what we want so easily. I looked at Neymar, fitting him in my head. ‘Yup, he's definitely a nice guy'. But with Nicholas, oh Lord, no, he demanded his respect, and if it wasn't given, he would flick you like you were a dung beetle. It gave me shivers just thinking about it.

The dinners, the invites—it was all to see you. His nose brushed my skin again. That was enough to jolt me. I shoved him back with everything I had. Me: What the fuck are you talking about?! He smoothed his suit,a reserved smug on his face , like I hadn’t just pushed him off. Nicholas: And about your girlfriend—why do you think I chose her, when I could have thousands of women at my feet? Because I liked her? A dry laugh escaped him. Nicholas: No, Sam. I just wanted a taste of what you fuck. Honestly? I’m disappointed. You’re better off without the bitch.

Nathalie paused, bit her lip, and then said, "You were so arrogant and cold." Nicholas cleared his throat. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and replied, "I don't like the girls in college. They approached me with a purpose after they found out I was a Grand. They were selfish and noisy. I had a bad experience with them and being cold was just my spontaneous defense." "No wonder," muttered Nathalie. "I understand your reasons." "But, I think you're different," said Nicholas. "You're a rebel." Hearing Nicholas's description, Nathalie couldn't help laughing, this was the first time she had laughed heartily in months.

-It's getting dark," I commented, looking around as it grew dark. -Do you want to go out now? There's food in the cabin, don't worry about that-Nate came over too. -Beth... -Tell me... -I don't know if it's good to tell you this but... I like you. I like you a lot. I looked at Nate with a lot of pleasure, the pleasure of provoking that in someone. -And what are you going to do about it? -I raised an eyebrow, maybe I was being a little seductive, but now I couldn't say no to what I felt. My feelings for Nick have to die, even if Nate helps me kill them.

"Perceiving how clear you are, in case he's not thick obviously he'll know." Out of nowhere Hayan's face drops and he looked miserable. "Do you think he feels nauseated by me? Since I admire him, despite the fact that I'm a man as well?" Sean could feel his eyes jerking, irritated by Hayan's opinion. "What's revolting with regards to that?" He pummels the table in disturbance. "Love has no sexual orientation, Hayan, so go ahead and like whoever you want to like! Furthermore, if that individual ever feels nauseated by you..."He makes a clench hand and scowls at nobody."I'll ensure they'll never see the day's end!"

"William Faulkner, William Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, John Steinbeck--" "Seriously?" Then I realized what she had said about being a hundred and seven years old. That means she would have been born in nineteen fourteen, and she would have been sixteen in nineteen thirty, so that worked. "I love Shakespeare myself, too. But I also love John Grisham books and am a sucker for anything by Nicholas Sparks." "Really?" She smiled, her eyes suddenly bright. "We'll have to go to the theater sometime, then. Or to a movie!" She tilted her head to the side. "So, which Shakespearean play is your favorite?"

I coughed, my eyes watering, because that was the last thing I'd seen coming. She didn't even flinch. "I've never liked a single girl Nicholas dated. Not that there were many." She swirled her glass. "But I like you. And I can tell he likes you too. He just hasn't grown the spine to say it, he's still hiding behind all this friendship business." "Daphne—" "So I'm saying it for him. Before some other man snaps you up. Because I want you around a lot longer." "You're misreading this," I protested. "I don't think Nicholas feels that way."

He finished, looking at Lucas for a reaction. “I see, that’s uhh, nice.” The raven haired replied awkwardly, internally cursing himself, goodness why was he so bad at normal conversation. Augustus just smiled at that though, his adorably prominent dimples popping out and everything, making the taller boy glitch for a few seconds, he only hoped for the petite brunette to not mind his lack of response. “What do you like the most about London, Evy?” Augustus asked the toddler, ruffling his curls.

My heart skips a beat, and I quickly swipe to open the message. Nicholas: Hey, beautiful. Did you miss me? I hesitate for a moment, but the thrill of his attention is too enticing to resist. Me: Depends. Did you miss me? Nicholas: Every damn day. Married life must be treating you well, huh? Me: Something like that. Nicholas: Something like that? Come on, tell me the truth. Is the husband keeping you happy, or do I need to step in? I laugh despite myself, a mix of amusement and disbelief. Nicholas has always been bold, but this feels different and dangerous.

Chapter 60 Jealousy WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Nicholas simply don’t give a fuck unless it’s Zane. “Really? How rude of her~” Nicholas chimed, the small smile on his lips was misunderstood by her. She thought it was for her, when in fact, Nicholas thought of how smart and kind Zane was to even let this woman call her by her name.