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Windsor was satisfied. For the rest of the night, I was able to see the nymph ignoring me. But for me, she is more interesting than my designs I usually draw for the car. She has so many layers, I became interested. I wandered around the living room while sheepy was still on the couch all the time. Nutella is calm. I knew Sheepy would be a better company for my loneliness. Not only that, but I need to get out of that penthouse for myself... for Sheepy. That place has not enough room for Sheepy for a run. That place is depressing.

"I could use a new book too. I haven’t read anything since that psychological thriller you gave me." "The one where the therapist was the killer all along?" "Exactly! I hated that I didn’t see it coming. You and your twisted book taste." He smirked. "You love it. Admit it." "Fine. I do. But this time, can we pick something less... murdery? Maybe romance? I’m just a girl." Nicholas feigned a gasp. "Cassie Montgomery asking for a love story? Do my ears deceive me?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Don’t push it. Just something different."

I turned to look at him, and found him watching me with those dark, perceptive eyes that had become so familiar. "I'm just thinking," I murmured, forcing a small smile. "About?" About you. About losing you. But I couldn't say that. "Nothing important," I lied instead. "It's been a long day." Nicholas studied me for a moment, and I could see him processing, analyzing, the way he always did. "We should celebrate," he suggested finally. "There's a club in Tribeca—Club Scarlet. It's very exclusive. I can call ahead, get us a private booth—"

The girls simpered, "We can, but we can't drink much. Mr. Hawk, could you take us home afterward?" Nicholas replied coolly, "Why go home? I have a large villa nearby." His cold tone sounded fatally attractive to these gold-diggers. They squealed excitedly and tried even harder to please him. "Do you have any more friends? Call them over. The more, the merrier." The smile on my face froze. I never knew Nicholas had this side to him. To think I fell in love with this man for how gentlemanly he was. How crazy was I to stand here eavesdropping!

However, I might have strangely disturbed her privacy, so ever since then, I have tried to limit my visits since I couldn't handle her negative vibes. Good for both of us. As I walked to my reserved place, I propelled down on my chair. I looked at the huge clock hung on the wall across from me and sighed. I have 30 minutes to go. And, that means, I can actually read a book. Trying a little more to look on the positive side, I shuffle the contents in my bag and went for my book. I am re - reading the notebook now and I guess it'll keep me entertained. There is this unexplainable beauty in Nicholas sparks' writing that everyone finds amazing. No matter how old the story is, you seem to dive in

Nicholas responded and Lydia scoffed. "You know Nicholas, most of the time I try to understand why you're so insistent on not wanting anything and I even patiently want you to explain the personal reasons you have behind it but at this point, I don't think I want to hear it. If you're not giving me a chance and there's no reason to tell me that you like being around me and that you like spending time with me when you know that I have my feelings involved,"

"I don't scare easy, Nicholas. Not even the president of the country can scare me." "That's why I like you very much." When they arrived at Nicholas' house, he offered her one of the best wine he's got. Amara can feel his hunger for her just by the way he looks at her. There is a reason why she chose Nicholas. It's not just because he's a thrill-seeker, he's also the kind of person who is not afraid to admit the things that he did. If the media would somehow ask him what is going on between them, he will never deny it.

A glimpse into this notebook revealed that Nikita did not like fish, she despised onions, ginger, and garlic, she loved cherries, and she was often in a bad mood in the first hour upon waking. Spencer's friends were, politely speaking, outright appalled when they learned this. They asked, "Doesn't it get tiring, being with such a fickle woman?" Spencer's reply was apt. "Don't you think it's rather cute?" Spencer's friends did not have a comeback for that.

Is the new chick sucking your dick right? "Haha." Nicholas laughed sarcastically as he chucked a pillow to his head, but he dodged that artfully. "So where did you call me here?" I was thinking of going car racing. I need to get my blood pumping, and since I can't score a chick now, I need another thing to get my blood pumping and that adrenaline." Cameron sighed as he closed his eyes, as if recalling the event. He was a big fan of all those adrenaline-pumping games—car racing and skydiving. He also liked exploring and traveling. He was basically the one who introduced Nicholas to all those games.

I snapped with a frown. Nicholas rolled his eyes and said boring. I didn't know if Ava already told Nicholas that Elisabeth is my mate because I know I didn't tell Nicholas and with the way he's acting around her, it looks as if he doesn't know. And looking at Nicholas’s reputation with females in the past, I don't want too much closeness between him and Elisabeth. Nicholas has always been able to capture the heart of every female he wants to and Elizabeth seems so weak that she is all already being too friendly with Nicholas. I stood up, not even taking a sip from the new coffee Nicholas went to brew.