Love Aint Always Pretty novel Chapter 73

Wolf Ring

- A fake wedding band, engagement ring or ring set worn on the ring finger who wants to appear to be "taken"

73

"Can you still stand?" He asked me after opening the front door of his mansion.

"Yeah yeah!" I shrugged him off.

Both of us entered the foyer as he lights up the entire living room. Jesus Christ this mansion is just insanely huge. I know I am drunk but I'm hella sure I wasn't hallucinating right now. I tripped over the small staircase cos I was busy looking around the house full of beautifully expensive furnitures from everywhere in here and Nick quickly caught me.

"I'm fine." I pulled myself away.

"Okay. I'll walk you up to your room. We have a guest room here." He says.

It aches my heart every time he says we cos his we means him and Dakota. Not him and me.

I shake my head. "No. No. You know I don't want to sleep alone when I'm drunk."

He looks at me intently.

"I-I'm sleeping with you on your bedroom." I slurred.

He paused.

"What? You're scared to share a room with me now?" I laughed it off.

He just stares at me with such impassive look plastered on his face.

"I'm not gonna touch you frat boy." I spit.

I see him smiling now and then I noticed that I called him frat boy again after so long. It's been a very long time and I know he's no longer a frat boy but how I used to call him that just to tease him and he doesn't flinch about it. We went quiet for a while, just staring at each other and he was still smiling so sheepishly at me.

"Okay. Let's go then." He says.

He leads the way while I struggled myself up the stairs. He was about to help me every time I almost fall off the stairs a couple of times but I would quickly pull myself away from him. I don't want him to touch me. Im drunk and if he touches me, I might get horny. I'm saving my vagina tonight against this oozing with hotness married man. Ugh, I need to plant that in my head. He's married Savannah. He's tied.

When we reached the bedroom, the master's bedroom, I was amazed by the gorgeous lightning of the room, it's so wide, the walls are white, the floor was black with a huge circular white carpet before the king sized bed and the sheets were blue and grey. Still the same old Nick that I know from before. I sat down on the foot of the bed and noticed that Nick was gone. I looked around.

"Nick?" I called out.

"Yeah. I'm here." He exits from the white door with something on his hand.

I see him walking towards me and then handed me something. "I thought you might be more comfortable with this." He says to me. "Than that." He points to my sexy outfit.

It is uncomfortable to sleep on this and it itches my thigh right now.

"It's my shirt and my boxers." He added.

I grabbed it from his hand without any doubts and I feel myself leaning to my right more and more. He caught me instantly when I almost fell on my right side. "I'll walk you to the bathroom." He says.

I shake my head vigorously.

"No." I spit.

"No?" He asked.

Ughhhh I just love his rising intonation right now or maybe the alcohol is just getting to me.

"I don't need a bathroom. I'll change here. You saw me naked anyways a couple of times. What's the use of the bathroom." I said out.

God. I need to shut my mouth. Why am I saying things that aren't allowed to say? Why am I doing things that aren't suppose to do? I started taking off my blazer and threw it to the floor. Nick picked it up for me and folded it then placed it on top of his couch. I reach for the zipper the back of my body hugging white mini dress. I groaned as I was struggling my hand couldn't reach the long ass zipper. I was already cursing too much.

"Let me open that for you." He offers.

I look at him and voluntarily turned my back to him. I don't know why I was doing this. I don't know why I was stripping off in front of him. I don't know why I'm letting him unzip my dress too. But one thing is for sure, I miss being in one room with Nick.

I feel him closer now than a while ago, standing behind me. He's too close that I couldn't breathe. His hands started opening the zipper and my dress started coming off my shoulder. We just stood there like that until I feel his hands holding onto my waist. My heart is beating ridiculously fast as I feel his breathing against the back of my neck.

We didn't move. I couldn't move. I'm frozen. He's not moving as well. His hands were still holding on my waist and the zipper is still open. My back is bare in front of him. We still didn't move. Until he started peeling my dress from one shoulder to the other and I was letting him do it.

Suddenly, I feel his lips kissing my shoulder as he pushed my hair to the other side. Oh my god, it sends a burning fire throughout my body. He still pulls the dress off of me continuously slow and careful with his actions as my heart beating is pounding hard inside my ribcage.

I want this.

I want this even though it's wrong.

I want this even though I know he's married and I'm in a relationship.

I want this so bad.

I want Nick so bad right now.

I can't think of anything anymore, but to make love to him for one last time.

"Look at me. Please." He whispers to my ears sexually.

I bit my lower lip and slowly turned around to face him. My head was bent down low but he pulled it up so I could look into his eyes. He wants me to look into his eyes and my heart is even beating faster than a while ago.

Oh god. Oh god.

Breathe Savannah.

Breathe.

"This is wrong Nick." I tell him.

"I know." He answers.

"But I want this." He added.

I bite my inner lip.

"Don't you?" He asked.

I couldn't answer even though I want this as bad as he does.

"I still feel the spark between us Savannah. I still feel it when I touched your skin. I feel it right now." He continued saying.

"Our fire still ignites when we touch each other." He adds.

I sigh inwardly.

"Please. Let me kiss you." he begged.

All of a sudden the door opened and I quickly jumped as I turned to face who it was. I grasped the blanket to cover my boobs and my naked self.

A maid.

Her eyes widened when he saw me. Crap he had maids with him and I was so fucking loud last night. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Oh I'm so sorry sir." She says while looking away from us. She's more awkward than us, I could tell.

"Is the table ready for breakfast?" Nick asked.

He's acting as if I'm not here naked inside his bedroom.

"Yes." She answered.

"Okay. You can leave now." He spit.

The door closes and I quickly turned to face him. "You have maids here?!"

He nods.

"I was fucking loud last night and you didn't tell me you had maids here?" I asked again.

"They even opened the gates last night for us. I thought you knew. Don't you remember?" He asked.

I paused. Holy shit I don't.

"Nick what if she'll tell your wife?" I asked.

He stands from the bed while his soft length was hanging. I couldn't look away, it's such a view for a morning. He grabbed his boxers and wore it on him.

"Don't worry about it." He said.

I walked towards him and hit his biceps.

"Are you fucking serious?! How am I not gonna worry about it? Your wife is gonna get mad at me! I'm gonna lose my fucking job, she's my boss!" I yelled.

"You won't." he answered.

"You are always so heartless! You know how much I love this job! You--"

"Savannah." He snaps.

I looked at him.

"She's not my wife." He blurted.

My brows creasing.

"It's just paper. Contract marriage." He adds.

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Looking For You Again - Matthew Perryman Jones