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Nick added, throwing his hands in the air. "Sleep with Declan and let Collin share the bed with Kris," I said to them. "Okay, that's good. So I'm gonna go downstairs and look what Evie and Lee are doing. I let you guys know when Dad gets here," Nick said getting out of the room and closing the door behind him. "Do you like Kris?" I asked Nathan "He's a cool guy, probably the only guy in the team I'm closer to so yeah," He replied, looking at me.

she asked, her tone challenging. Nick was caught off guard, wiping his mouth to hide his surprise. "For doing that? Impossible." Mr. Wills, oblivious to the subtext, confidently stated, "Nick doesn't smoke. He's an athlete, a surfing champion, right?" "Yes," Nick replied, a forced smile on his face. "Surfing?" Noah asked, disappointment evident in her voice. She knew Mr. Wills had no idea his son smoked, and she resented Nick’s attempt to appear flawless. "Is there a problem?" Nick asked her, trying to maintain his composure.

“No deal, man.” Nick turned his back on Adam. “Things here have been really busy, as you know, and I just lost track of time. That’s all.” “Nick…” “No. Leave it. I’m wiped out.” Nick shrugged on his jean jacket. “I’m going home.” “Not to Mia’s?” “Nope. Seems she’s going to meet some guy named Grant for a drink.” That made Adam stop. “What, like a date?” “No, they’re just friends.” Nick tried to act like he didn’t give a crap, but Adam had known him for over a decade, and nothing got past the guy. “From her time in Hong Kong.”

Keila responded, her hands busy in the kitchen. "I only wanted to drink a little," Bianki explained as she set the table. "Wait," Nissy said, smiling broadly. "I'll get it for you, Bianki. I also felt like I wanted to drink." "Thank you, girl," Bianki responded enthusiastically. Kiela's niece, Nissy, is a member of Moss's pack. They accompanied Colt and the others into their regular meals and meds to assist them. "Is it okay for you two to drink? What if Alpha Colt finds out?" Kiela asked, her gaze falling on Nissy, who was grabbing the champagne from the kitchen cabinet.

This moment is mine. Ethan guides me to Nicholas, the host of the event. Nicholas is a striking figure, young and handsome, with an air of mystery about him. His dark hair is neatly styled, and he exudes confidence and charisma. Having recently returned from abroad, he has quickly made a name for himself as a savvy entrepreneur. There’s an intensity in his eyes that speaks to his ambition and vision.

I patted his little head and ruffled his hair a little. I dropped my bag and provided a granola bar which I handed over to him. "Thank you,” he said full of smiles. I smiled back in return and nodded twice. "I'm Wayne,” Black dude said and extended his hand for a shake. "I'm Richard,” said taking his hand, “Richard Williams of the United States Special Forces at your service" I added military like, standing at attention. A gasp escaped Nick's mouth as he looked at me with surprise written all over his face. Yeah, the show wasn’t necessary, but I felt a necessity to make the environment more fun.

After an hour of constant bawling she eventually stopped least she pass out from the headache she had earned. “May I ask? Who are you to my daughter?” Melissa asked, sniffing her nostrils while Nick passed her on a napkin that she received with gratitude and wiped on her face. “I’m Nicklaus” he uttered while the eye and lips of Nicks men almost fell off from their aggressive twitching. Never in their lives have they ever heard Nick introduce himself in such a shabby way, he totally disregarded his heritage as though it was nothing.

Nicko nodded, said, and smiled, "Then do you know where my territory is?" Zack Thompson also asked in a condescending tone, “So what? You want to compare your territory to mine? Well tell me, where is your territory?" Nicko responded casually, "Westcoast Town, the whole of Westcoast Town, is my territory!" “Tch!” Zack Thompson snapped at him, “You want to trick me by saying the whole of Westcoast Town is yours? Have you never considered Mr Russell Raines? I can tell you my relative is Russell Raines' confidante, and he is Adam Reinhart. Now you still dare to provoke me?”

Every morning I wake up pinching myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming, FLASHBACK This morning I was also about to pinch myself when Nicklaus caught hold of my hand and muttered "This is all true Kitten, you don't have to keep doubting it" ''It's just that it's too good to be true" I said to him as my eyes watered in tears END OF FLASHBACK I look by my side to see Nicklaus operating on his laptop, he has been doing that for quite some time now, I can't help but to admire him, he's everything I want, his cuteness, long lashes, chiseled jaws, pointed nose, ocean blue eyes, well-sculptured face, especially his masculine body…he's literally everything I could ever ask for

Zane’s fans had spent three years painting their entire team as arrogant dickheads who played dirty and partied hard. But standing here—Nick looked more like someone who’d tell a decent joke at a funeral just to cut the tension. ”So what’s it actually like?” He asked. ”What’s what like ?” I raised a brow. “You know, being on a show with Ashford.” He said it plainly. “I’ve played against him for three years. I’m trying to figure out if he’s worse at home or just on the ice.” “He’s only terrible some of the time.” I blurted before I could think.