Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Wears Will's Clothes Novels & Stories

And now it's time for the second batch of the regular models and time for us - Me, Sophie, Nico, Kevin, and Gabrielle - to change into our last clothing piece. Which my mother is very bias about it and making me walk out there twice! Nico had to walk out first. His outfit was now something sporty. Neon polo shirt and a pastel blue varsity jacket with pastel green sleeves. Pants the same blue color as his jacket and shoes the same neon green as his shirt. He walked fearlessly and confidently. Pulling the side of his jacket to show the neon polo shirt. Posing a little bit and winked before walking back.

Why does he want me dressed up like this? I quickly cross to the bed and dig out the fountain pen I stuffed under my mattress. Damn, there’s nowhere in this outfit I can hide it. With an exasperated sigh, I shove it back in its hiding place. As I’m slipping on the shoes, the door opens, and Nicolo steps inside. He’s dressed in his usual black slacks, white shirt, shiny shoes, and an expensive watch. But tonight, he’s styled his hair and put on a jacket. The effect is disturbing as he’s gone from ruffian to businessman with the addition of a fucking blazer.

“I mean, all of this is so surreal. Everything is happening so fast. If I had asked you a few weeks ago what you wanted to do with your life, I’d bet you wouldn’t have chosen this path. You had plans…” “Oh, stop spiraling, Lorenzo,” Nico chided him. He was sitting on one of the shelves, chugging down a glass of whiskey. He was a lot different from Lorenzo. For one, while Lorenzo was smartly dressed in a suit without a hair out of place, Nico had bright blonde hair that was slightly overgrown. He had on a white tank top and was sitting on my state-of-the-art bookshelf instead of the empty chairs like a normal person. He jumped to his feet and tossed a coin in the air. “What do you want him to

He removes his finger and thumb from my face. “I will not dress to match you.” I hiss at him. He chuckles throwing his head back and laughs, it’s deep and throaty, even his laugh is sexy. I hate that about a man, don’t you? When you can’t stand the person and everything they stand for, but your body wants them so bad, they look too good, like candy in a gorgeous box that is tempting but evil as sin to your body. That is Nico Santangelo, he is the devil in disguise, he is all things evil and dark.

Thinking of this, I called Nico. When Nico heard my voice, she was very excited. I lowered my voice and told her my address. I also reminded her to put on makeup before coming. I was worried that Willie would not leave me in peace so easily. He must be brooding over the fact that I had tricked him. Just from the way he looked at me, I felt that he would not let me go. If he caught me red-handed, it would be troublesome. I repeatedly reminded Nico to put on makeup and change her appearance. Then, she could come to the hotel to see me. We would find a way to meet.

He just stood there, smug, like he was watching me step back into a role I’d abandoned. “Try it on,” he said. His voice was velvet over steel. I slipped into it, every inch of fabric a reminder that this wasn’t about me. When his hand grazed my waist under the pretense of helping with the zipper, I forced myself not to flinch. The jewels sat cold on my collarbones, glitter dressed up as chains. “You look perfect,” Nico whispered against my ear. “My wife, exactly as she should be.” The word wife scratched against my skin like sandpaper.

Hidi motioned to his head. “I broke the other.” Nicoli shrugged. But he then smirked mischievously. “It was the only way to escape my manservant.” “Aha, very smart.” Hidi nodded in agreement. “I like that.” “What are you supposed to be?” Nicoli pointed to the yellow dress before seeing the sunflowers in her hair. “I am the sun.” “Nice, right?” Hidi leaned closer to Nicoli’s face. Nicoli only leaned back to make space. “It works.”

Cold. Nico shuffled forward. “You’re being dramatic.” Lucas stopped folding. Shit. “Okay!” Nico flailed. “I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t flirting. I was just… scrolling.” Lucas gave him a side-eye that could curdle milk. Nico took a step closer. His chest puffed slightly, nipples pink from the morning chill. He bit his lip. “I’m shirtless.” “I have eyes.” “You love my tiny chest.” Lucas snorted. “Don’t test me, Nico.”

“I know everything. The charity work in crumbling churches, the shitty little apartments from Rome to Paris—” “Aurora!” A sweet voice cut through the air. Nico and I both turned. My cousin, Bianca Rossi—the one who stole him from me—was walking toward us. She wore a deep navy gown, a river of diamonds sparkling at her throat. Five years of marriage had made her look more polished, but I recognized the flicker of alarm in her eyes. She glided to Nico’s side, linked her arm through his, and gave me a perfect, plastic smile.

“Who knows how long you’ll be here before that mafia-looking man scoops you away? I need to do everything crazy with you now that there’s time.” I let out a breath, not bothering to mention that Nero is actually not cosplaying as a mobster, but he’s actually one. It will have her spiraling and not in a good way. Besides, she’s right. I’m not sure Nero will let me have my way for long, though I intend on fighting him for it till the end of the world. I won’t go back to the mansion with him. “I have a feeling that this is a very terrible idea.” “Still an idea.” Vi shrugs, throwing a black dress on my face. “Wear that.”