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I want her body on my bed. I desire her so badly its disturbing. Well, too bad she's a waitress, I'll just have to get rid of that desire. I don't relate with low lives, only when I'm fucking them. Nicholas Grey relates with low class girls but they're always the ones after him and certainly not the other way around. He relates with them on only two major basis. Either they're working under him or they're fucking under him and it ends there but it feels like what he has going for her was beyond tasting her.

He licked his lips before speaking. "You bewitch me, body and soul..." He spoke, shocking me to another extent. My eyes widened more as I looked at him. His lips twitched a bit. "How did you...have you read it?" "Yes." Good lord. He reads Jane Austen?! "You should read Nicholas Sparks too! I have a copy at home of The Notebook...Have you read it yet?" Dom shook his head and glanced at me with an unreadable expression on his face...he's always hard to read.

It felt like an eternity, but it had only been two weeks since I last saw the man who made my heart go thump, thump, and my insides turn to putty. No matter how hard I tried to shake him from my thoughts, Nicholas just wouldn’t get out of my head. I’d never met anyone quite like him, so ridiculously sexy and a bit dangerous, like he just stepped out of Scarface. You would think that I would run in the opposite direction when it came to danger, but it didn’t feel like that with Nicholas. It made me want to do the complete opposite—to gravitate to him. It’s almost as if he could actually protect me. Lately, my dreams had turned into a nonstop reel about him, about wanting to be with him. I wan

“You said the same too before you fell for that witch.” “Witch?” Nicholas burst into laughter. “Is she not? She literally sucked you dry. I wonder what she's doing now.” “I don’t even care.” “Should I set you up with someone?” “Since when have you known people to set people up with?” Nicholas laughed. “I saw this lady with Lani one time. I think she is your taste. Red-haired, short, chubby… you’re going to like her.” “Oh, please, shut the fuck up.” “Or do you want me to talk to my wife to link you two up?”

"Yeah. It's kind of boring and I don't see the point of reading books. What are we gonna do reading that?" I shook my head at him. "You're missing a lot in your life. Anyways, my favorite book is Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks." "Hmm," he hummed. "What's your favourite song?" And so we went on talking about random things. We were questioning each other for about half an hour when I finally got bored of it. "I think that's enough," I finally said. "What? We still have an hour left until we get home." "But I don't want to ask any more questions. I am tired," I said, and right on cue a yawn escaped my lips.

The thought that Nicholas has suddenly stopped loving me is driving me crazy. I know it sounds a little dramatic but Nicholas is really important to me and contrary to what people believe, I really love him. From the moment I met him something just drew me to him. The way he presented himself and his deep need to be possessive instantly attracted me to him. I will admit this out loud, especially in the presence of my control freak freak sister, but I love controlling and possessive men, they are my guilty pleasure. And Nicholas is the full package, such a shame he's being stubborn by distancing himself from me but not to worry, I will get him back, I always do.

Apphia Nicholas observes me, his face impassive. I didn't want to raise the issue suddenly, but I couldn't stop thinking about what the brunette said. ' He likes it rough,' her stupid voice rings in my head. Nicholas wasn't rough with me. He was passionate and gentle, yet I could sense that he was holding something back. Did Nicholas enjoy sex with me? What if he didn't relish it as he did with her? " Brooklyn?" he asks, his voice indifferent.

he suddenly said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. Shaking my head, I replied while munching on some fruits, "Nah, you're grooving to your Pink Floyd, let's stick with that." "Then just indulge me” Nicholas threw a curious glance my way, “Who’s your favorite artist?” “Are we playing a slam book game?” I quipped, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled, “I get it if you have none.” I narrowed my eyes at his subtle challenge, “Adele. She's an amazing singer. Her songs hit differently. And you?"

… Over on the tenth floor in the luxury suite, Nicholas could not wait to ravage Willow and Miranda. "What do you wanna do?" Willow fearfully asked when she saw Nicholas's wicked expression. "What else do you think I should do on a spring night? To have fun with both of you, of course," Nicholas said with a chuckle. "Stay away!" Miranda shouted. But Nicholas could not hold back any longer. He was blinded by his lust now. "Both of you have exquisite figures and pretty faces. I don't know who to start with, so how about having both at the same time?" Nicholas smirked.

“But perhaps he’s the type who’d rather be married to a woman that other men wouldn’t try to steal away.” “Or perhaps I bring both beauty and brains to the table,” I quickly said before I could stop myself, lifting my chin. “You might not know this since you two never had a deeper relationship, but Nicholas actually prefers a nuanced woman when it comes to true love. Not a one-dimensional Barbie.” The brunette’s mouth opened slightly, as though she wasn’t sure what to say to that. Taking advantage of her stunned silence, I grabbed my drink from the bartender and offered them both a curt nod. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, ladies.”