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I try to stand and feel pain in my foot I look down an see it bandaged I don't care at the moment because I wanna go home with the gun still pointed at them. "Hey, careful you took quite a beatings, your body might hurt and you need to rest. I see a bit of panic in you eyes but you need to just lay down and calm down." Say the guy that I realized is Niko who was in final year last year in Varsity, he has the bad boy thing down to the T and as I look at the guys they look alike and my guess is they brothers.

She is Laura Dean Raymond Evans'secretary. This woman stands next to Nicko and tapes on her platform shoes, make sound of disturbing tap tap. Nicko was playing an online game on his phone, then he stopped, and tried to find out, where the sound came from. "Are you Nicko, right?" she asks. Nicko stares at her for a while. A shoulder black length hair with brown eyes and stands akimbo. He is thinking for a while because he seems to know this lady. "Why Nicko?" the woman with a black elegant suit asks.

"Please stop." "Do you have any pictures of him as a kid?" I ask, unable to help myself. "I'd love to see them." Carol grins. "I do! Niko didn't let us bring our phones, so I brought the album instead." She digs into her oversized purse and pulls out a little hardcover book, worn around the edges from love and years of page turns. She opens it to the first photo—baby Niko wrapped in a yellow blanket, thick dark hair sticking up in wild little tufts.

My expression was calm, but the look in my eyes was enough to make Nico’s lively chatter stop short. “I believe you’ve found something for me,” I declared with an air of confidence. “I did, and you will thank me—or actually, just treat me to a nice steak,” Nico suggested as he pulled out his laptop, typed in a few keys, then turned it to face me. On the screen was demographic data of a man. Not just any man—the man who had decided to stand between me and Sienna. The picture wasn’t clear, clipped from CCTV footage at the café where Nico had met her. There were a few more photos, all blurry and unclear. But his distinct features were visible: platinum blond hair, piercing grey eyes, and the re

I pushed his forehead "I think I like to have a relationship with someone who has the same age as me." Nico said "Do you like asians or americans or british?" I asked "Koreans." "Hmmm Celine, Celine." "I don't like a girl who is talkative and has a high notes when she's pissed." That made me laugh a lot, that's true though "You're right." "She is." Nico added "You never try with Shinah?" I asked "Nope she's wasting my time."

A girl walks along the hallway half-dressed, being escorted by a man in black as they appear every so often in the windows. But Niko's appearance, who walks outside in nothing but a pair of lowly hung lounge pants, his body bronzed like any Italian god, that intrigues me. His chest chiseled to perfection, a deep v running down into those pants. My eyes rise back up to his face; his usually sleeked-back hair now acts as a curtain to either side of his face. A cigarette hangs from his lips as his bellows smoke into the air above him.

I looked at it and smiled when I saw his picture. "He's very handsome. A few strands of his blonde hair fell on his face. He has captivating light brown eyes, and his skin is so flawless that you can't see any purse. His lips are thin and pink, so soft just by looking at them, and he has a piercing on his ears, two on the right and one on the left. He has a very charismatic feature and is very appealing. Sighed, I hope he won't kill me if ever we cross paths again.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

" Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. " All the men looked at me expectantly. I stepped in front of Nik. Despite wearing heels, I was still shorter than him. I crossed my arms against my chest and glared at the jerk. " You're cocky and it's disgusting. Your perfume could pass for bug spray due to how terrible it smells. You harass women because you think you have a right to and it's not right. Never come close to me again because you disgust me. " I said. I clenched my hand into a fist and punched him in the nose lik

"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.