Nick X Gatsby Novels & Stories

Nick asks with a devilish smirk. Shoot...looking at Nick's face, a strange chill went down my spine. This man is the CEO of the most prestigious company in Greenwood and he is devilishly handsome. He is named the most eligible bachelor and most desirable husband of Greenwood in multiple surveys, but whenever I see him like this it makes me skip a beat. He is too scary for me to appreciate the other aspects of him at times like this and today, I just came 1 minute late. So damn ONE Minute and he has to be so petty as if it is all my fault.

Xavier. His eyes locked on mine. Just for a second. No Trisha on his arm. Just… still. Then, without a word, he turned away. And walked off. The smile faded from my lips. “Everything okay?” Nick asked, following my gaze. I forced a nod. “Yeah. Just thought I saw something.” Liar. We played for a while. Nick tossed rings. I missed all of mine. He teased me. I rolled my eyes. We laughed. But deep within me?

Furious that even with all her scheming, she still hadn’t managed to win Nick’s attention. I dropped my gaze and bent down, ready to pick up the trash. But before I could touch the floor, footsteps sounded behind me. “I’ll help you,” Nick’s voice said firmly. I turned instantly, panic rising in my throat. “No, Nick… what are you doing?” Rixa stepped forward, her eyes wide. “Nick, don’t. This is beneath you—” But he didn’t even look at her. He bent down, his large hand picking up a crumpled piece of paper from the ground. “I’m helping my woman.”

Nicholas had changed too, and now wore khaki shorts and a stripped t-shirt of a similar style to the white one I wore. “How did it… work…?” His question faded as he turned toward me. The minute his eyes landed on my body, they added heat. I swallowed hard as his wandering gaze left fire on my skin. It was like he didn’t know where to stop looking. Was this because I was wearing his clothes? “Nick?” “We might be late for dinner,” he said, and strode toward me. I laughed until he kissed my breath away.

Gonzalez eyes met with Diana’s as he started walking towards the entrance with his father, he didn’t remove his gaze; Diana could read the stare, he would be back for her. Nick was glad that he didn’t wear his uniform today, he had been drinking at this bar for the past six months and he’d never noticed that gangsters were the owners. If he was on uniform, they wouldn’t be so carefree as they were now. There was no doubt, the man and his son were more than just nightclub owners. He had to investigate this nightclub; he walked over to the counter and occupied a stool. Diana and Julia had entered the bartenders section, they weren’t settled yet. Julia was still a little off the books, and Dian

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

“You mean mister ‘go back to sleep’?’’ Alice asks innocently. “Oh, sorry, I meant to say Grant, the kind gentleman who is driving us all the way to New Chicago. At least he’s hot!’’ They both laugh and I follow along, guessing it’s something they talked about when I was sleeping. Nick looks around, trying to catch the waitress’s eyes. Impatient, he snaps his finger to get her attention and I can’t help but to be a little bit embarrassed. With an annoyed look, she comes over. Nick handles to check after arguing with Alice a little and we get up to leave.

I did not wish to have a strange reconnection with him, and apart from all the gossip that tends to follow him, there was not much online to show what he was really like. Business, business, travel, girls, lots of girls…and more business. Lucas seemed to be living the true Gatsby lifestyle that he had always dreamed of since his childhood. After an hour of scrolling through social media and news, I opened my chat with Aunt May and stared at the number she had sent me to reach Lucas on my arrival. I had had this number a few months after he left Atlanta, and I had wanted to reach out to him for days, which turned to months, which turned to years.

It was unheard of amongst us and I couldn’t bear to seem like the weakest link. So, I angrily shot back, “Of course not, you asshole. It’s just sex.” A devilish grin spread across Xander’s face like he’d just gotten exactly what he wanted out of me through all that annoying haggling. “You heard him, huh? So, don’t get carried away by his nice gestures. That’s just Nick,” he said while looking behind me at the door. When I turned around, my heart fucking sank and I felt like taking my words back with the speed of light.

What exactly does he do for a living if he has the time to follow her around wherever she goes? In front of her, Nick stood. All she could see at this point was his broad back. She gave him a venomous mental glare as she exclaimed. Is he? She again gasped. A gangster? However, he does not appear to be one. Nick Hamfrey always smiles this pleasantly, unlike all the gangsters she has heard of. She was unable to determine his occupation, but based on how things were going, he appeared to be a mama's boy. Nick whirled about. "About the party tonight, do you have a date?"