Novel & Cerita Nico Kim

“In the men's bathroom, and I never should have let her get away.” “Fascinating.” Nico comments in English, laughing for a bit. “You have peculiar taste Kline.” “Her, only her.” he retorts, using English too. They continue to speak, but this time Caelum gives me some attention, bringing me closer to him. I stay silent, scrolling my I*******m comment section, but I still catch every word Nico and Caelum speak, with my brain auto translating them to English. Most of their conversation is in third person, I've learnt Nico is a distant cousin of his and he trades weapons as well as buys women then recruits them into stripping as a reform.

Don Ramon continued, “His mother was Thai royalty, and Theerakunya is her name. That’s how he’s blending in. We have intel he’s currently on that same island. With you.” Vincenzo's grip on the phone tightened. “And Noel,” Don Ramon added in a lowered voice. “He’s not there for diplomacy. This man was raised for revenge.” Somewhere on the far side of the resort…past the dancing lights, music, and laughter…inside a closed private villa surrounded by thick jungle, Nico lay unconscious. The room was dim, moonlight slanting through gauzy curtains. Cool air hummed from the ceiling fan. On the bed, Nico’s limp form was stretched out, his damp lashes fluttering slightly.

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”

◇ New Chat from: ***6023*** "K it's Nicco. If Ilya contacts you, don't meet up with him. Talk over the phone but DO NOT agree to meet up." Today 19:39 The text was from an unregistered number. Italian area code?. I didn't have many friends in Italy, and not one of them knew my other nickname. My friends and acquaintances in the modeling industry usually knew me as "Kel Nielsen" or just "Kel". Only my mom, my sister, and her husband called me "K". Could this really be Niccolo? Was he doing okay? Why was he using a new number? Was he trying to keep it secret from the Falcos that he was communicating with me and warning me about Ilya?

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

Letting my curiosity win me over, I turn around slowly and reach into my bag for my phone. Opening the browser, I type his name into the search bar of the adult site. The very first video nearly makes me drop my phone. I stare, frozen, as I watch the image on the screen. Nico is completely naked, towering over a brunette woman. His movements are slow as he pumps his cock into her with a kind of reverence that nearly makes my now swollen center release a tear. And oh god. His length… it is the thickest thing I have ever seen. ~~~~~~~~

He smiled at me radiantly, making me roll my eyes again, so the rumors about him being a good indistinctive Christian guy, who probably goes home to his wife and family, says grace before dinner was also true. “Miss. Williams, you don’t really have a choice here, I am sorry, we don’t get along yet, but I am sure as the time passes you’ll be comfortable around me.” He explains with that constant annoyingly gorgeous smile on his handsome face. “I said no, get out! Do you know who I am? I am a supermodel, if I say I don’t want something, you listen to me, got it?” I snarkily bark at him but remember my mom warning me about wrinkles, so I make a straight face again.

Typed a message fast. Me: “Marco just left. I want a tail on him. Discreet. You know how he is.” Three dots appeared almost immediately. Nico: “Got it. Black BMW. Headed toward Lakeshore. I’ll follow.” I smirked. Nico was good, at least that was what he claimed. Former street rat with the instincts of a fox and the loyalty of a wolf. I’d saved his ass in Kansas City, and ever since, he’d been mine. Quietly and off the books. The way I liked it. The way Ralph had mentioned.

"So . . . I haven't talked to Nico in a while. Have you? Is everything working out for him in Chicago?" Just at that moment, I hear something outside my window, and out of instinct, I turn to see what's going on. And there he is . . . Nico, in all of his Greek god glory, is walking around the pool. He's in his bathing suit, which, sadly, is not one of those tight, skimpy things, and as he heads to pick up the skimming net, he sheds his T-shirt with one fluid movement.

“’he is huge. You are tiny,” Nico gasped loudly. Swallowing the last piece of the buyer he glanced at him with an exaggerated look. “I am not tiny. He is the meat mountain. I have a swimmer’s body okay. It’s very healthy,” Kiran glanced at them both. “Well you are still tiny compared to him,” Nico glanced at Dylan who was stifling a chuckle. “You just watch how I’m going to win against him. Kiran, don’t underestimate my tiny size. Being big doesn’t mean you are strong,”