I found myself counting down the minutes as the event finally drew to a close with yet another speech from Mr. Friar being the final farewell people needed before they began to exit the venue and speed away in their luxury cars and limousines. However, Nicholas being Nicholas, stood at the grand entrance with his hand held out, exchanging gracious handshakes with every man who would let him, and nodding and smiling politely at the various women accompanying them as they each swayed their way back to their cars. I felt obligated to stand beside him through this, and I noticed the looks he was receiving from every female who passed him by. He could tell me a million times that I was ‘special’ but he was still human and there were a lot of very short dresses. Then I began to wonder repeatedly throughout this if being so prude about sleeping with him was going to be a clever idea in the long run. Could it be possible that he is getting bored? I thought, but I dismissed the notion as qu
And then he lunged at me, pinning me to my seat. Before I knew it, he was holding both of my hands in a vice-like grip above my head, and he was holding me down using his hips. Holy shit, I thought. His other hand grabbed my head and yanked it down, bringing my face up, and then his lips were on mine. I whimpered into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening, and he took full advantage of it as he expertly claimed my mouth with his own. I have never been kissed like this before, was the first thought that came into my mind.I grinded against him, amplifying the fiery touch and sensation fueling between us as he brought his hand up to grasp my chin and hold me in place. I was helpless, my hands were pinned, my face was held, and his hips were also restraining me. Then I felt his bulging erection against my stomach so I thought, Oh my… he wants me. Nicholas Kendrick, the Greek god wants me, and I want him here and now in this car. Without warning, he reached for the hem of his shirt,
I was running through the park then I saw a big tree with oranges on it. And they were really pretty oranges. There was one I thought I could reach. I jumped up but I couldn’t get it so I began to cry. Then Daddy picked me up so I was on his shoulders. I laughed as I grabbed the orange. Daddy put me down and smiled. His eyes crinkled when he smiled… I woke up to the scent of oranges and mint, and it was an excruciatingly nostalgic scent. Opening my eyes, I allowed my dream to fade from my senses. Then I sat up and rubbed my eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile. I dreamt about happy memories. Well, that was new. I glanced around the room, feeling slightly disoriented for a moment before I remembered where I was. I was in Nicholas’s apartment, and on Nicholas’s bed. My smile broadened as I sank back into the pillows, then I pulled the covers up to my chin and grinned. At that moment, the door clicked open. “Ophelia?” Nicholas’s voice was a whisper, and I knew that he was trying not
Nicholas shut the car door behind him. “Thank you for doing this," he said through an exhale as the car started to move. “I don’t mind,” I said and it was the truth. He only asked if I could accompany him to work, and it was not like I had anything else to do. Suddenly, my phone pinged, startling both Nicholas and I as we realized that I hadn’t gotten a phone call or text in a while. I wondered what Rianne was up to? She was usually texting me all the time but she was unusually silent today. I swiped up and I had to read the new message a few times for it to really sink in. Dear Miss Morgan, We are delighted to inform you that you have acquired the job as Mr. Coleman's personal assistant at Baylor Publishing House. We look forward to seeing you next Monday, which is the 9th of November at 8 AM.I squealed in delight as I turned to Nicholas, “I got the job!” His eyes widened as I threw my arms around his neck, encasing him in an elated bear hug. “I am not surprised,” he informed
It was nearly 7 in the evening when Nicholas walked through my door. His hair was a mess, sweat was coating his features, and his face morphed to show the relief he felt when he spoted me perched on the end of my bed reading a book. “Why did you even come here? I meant for you to go back to my place,” he said.I watched impassively as he placed his briefcase down on the floor before crawling onto the bed beside me but I didn’t say anything. “I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry,” he pleaded.When he met my eyes, I knew that he meant his words but that didn’t make me any less upset about what had happened. “You were not supposed to find out like that..." he started but I interrupted him. “How was I supposed to find out then?” I asked and he winced at my harsh remark, and that made me to recoil instantly. “I know I shouldn’t be mad because we weren’t together when it happened, but..." This time he was the one to interrupt me as he said, “No, you should be mad. You have every right to
A trace of a smile flickered across his face as he watched me take this in. “I am sorry about Sarah. And I am also sorry about all those women, but they are in the past now, Ophelia. I can’t change the past, not even if I want to.” I shuffled upright so our faces were now inches apart. I could almost see the electricity crackling in the air as I licked my lips. His eyes darkened at the action, and I smirked before my expression turned serious again. “So you mean that have never felt anything more than physical attraction towards a woman before? You have never been in love?” I asked.I knew that he had told me the answer to this but at the same time, I just couldn’t quite grasp how it could even be possible. “No," he replied and I looked away. How could that be? I really wanted to ask him but I refrained from doing so. “I don’t believe love is as easily achieved as people think. I think… I think you can say ‘I love you’ as much as you want but it doesn’t mean anything when you get
NICHOLAS ONE WEEK LATER I stared straight through the woman standing opposite me, feigning interest as she delivered a speech about something likely unimportant and not worth my attention. I had mastered the art of appearing like I was listening over the years that I had been working in business. I sighed as my financial advisor placed a hand on her jutted hip and inhaled a sharp breath before she went on. I ran a finger over my bottom lip as I wondered for a moment if this week would ever draw to an end because of how long it had stretched out for. It had been really draining, even much more than ever, yet nothing particularly eventful had occurred. Well, that was if I was excluding the inevitable, which was the end of Ophelia and I's relationship. I tried to dismiss my thoughts of her as soon as they came to my mind, but still, just as I had expected, the feeling hit me: the miserable and undeniable pain I always felt deep in my chest. It had been there since last week and it ju
NICHOLAS l looked deeply into her eyes as I asked about her passion for writing and reading, searching for something, anything behind them that could enlighten me, but she gave nothing away. She didn't give off a vibe like she had been hurt in her life. She was perky and confident and talked freely for minutes on end about her college and work experience, but I had a feeling that it could just be a facade. Kind of like the way I was.My laptop repeatedly buzzed with notifications as we spoke and eventually, I was forced to press the mute button; a very dangerous thing for someone with my power to do. Soon I noticed the professional wall she had built up for herself finally began to crumble. She started to look uncomfortable, as she began to shift her weight from side to side, and her eyes were barely even hiding her anxiousness. Why was she so skittish? I wondered.With an apprehensive sigh, I shut my laptop. Her eyes were wide and alert once more as I placed my elbows on the tabl
NICHOLAS Two hours later, we were sitting in my bed, swaddled under the covers with a random movie playing on the television. Our legs were tangled together with her cheek was against my chest, and there were plates of unfinished food around the dresser beside us. Usually, the mess would have been bugging me but right now, there were more important things on my mind. Currently, it was watching Ophelia’s face break into laughter every time something funny happened on the screen. Her hair was usually in the way, but when I did glance down and saw her chuckling softly, something powerful ignited inside of me. I loved seeing her smile. Infact, I needed to see her smile. It has become as essential as food and water to me and I had never been so captivated by someone before in my life. She noticed my stillness and tilted her head up to glance at me. She was silently asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't think of a single cheeky remark, not even a joke to hide my true intentions. Her
OPHELIA It took me half an hour to find him but when I did, I somewhat wished that I hadn't. He was sitting on a bench outside the hospital entrance, and I realized that he often resorted to these when he wanted no one to find him. My heart was pounding in my chest as I gazed at him from afar for a moment. I could immediately tell that there was something wrong with him. He was curled up with his head in his hands and even from across the street, I could see that he was shivering. When I got closer, I realized that it was not just from the cold because he was shaking with sobs. Infact, his body was wracked with them."Oh, Nicholas," I whispered and raced up to him as fast as I could. He tried to stand up but not before I grabbed his hand to pull him back down. The sound of his harsh breathing as he roughly wiped his tears away was the only sound on the desolate street surrounding us. “Talk to me," I pleaded. Alarmed, I tried to place a hand on his face but he shifted away. "Don't
OPHELIA I walked through the admissions foyer of the hospital and Rianne's mother was waiting for me at the entrance. After greeting her warmly, I immediately asked her if Rianne was awake yet, although deep down I knew that it was a long shot because she probably would have texted me.It still hurt to hear that nothing had changed since she left last night. I tried not to show my disappointment on my face though. "She may have come to overnight. I haven't seen her yet today because I was waiting for you." I smiled at her thoughtfulness before she continued. "So is your other half coming today?" I pursed my lips at her question and she read my expression immediately. "Don't worry about it, dear. He did seem a little uncomfortable yesterday. I am sorry if it was because of me." "No, no, it wasn't. He should be here soon. He is just at work right now." "Oh?" She looked at me inquisitively as we walked side by side through the Accident and Emergency unit."Where is he working? I am
OPHELIA I woke up with a start, struggling to catch my breath as the vivid pictures from my nightmare slowly faded from my mind. I couldn't help my frustration when I realized that this was the second one I had had in the past few days. I really thought I was over them. When I glanced to my left, I could see that there was already light outside the wall-sized window. Where did Nicholas go? My eyelids were heavy so I clearly hadn't slept long enough to catch up on sleep entirely, but it was disappointing nonetheless to know that he must still be working. I got to my feet, deciding to go and get some water since my throat was abnormally dry. I walked into the kitchen, surprised to see a new bag sitting on the floor next to my own. I recognized it as Nicholas's suitcase, and I automatically assumed that someone must have found it in our villa in The Bahamas and delivered it here. Maybe Shane arrived in Washington and brought this bag with him? Both bags were unmoved from in front of
OPHELIA "Nick. Hey, where are you going? Nicholas!" I caught up to him and eventually, he accepted that he couldn't ignore me any longer and hesitantly turned around. "Why are you leaving?" I asked him."We can come back when she is conscious," he replied ."I don't understand. We waited for hours to see them and now you want to leave?" He looked at me and I realized that he was breathing harder than usual. His eyes were wide and his face was abnormally pale. "Can we just… go? Please?" His voice was trembling and suddenly, I blanched, realizing that this may be much more than I thought it was. "Ohh, okay. But please just tell me what is going on." I hurriedly signed us out at the front desk and scuttled after him. The front doors slid open as we left the hospital, and I was thankful that the sun had risen in the time we had been inside. The cold was still biting, but it was not as harsh as it had been earlier. "It was difficult for me to watch them together," he finally said
OPHELIA The clock continued to tick mockingly on the wall opposite us, marking time passing painfully slowly. It was only the end of November, but it was already viciously cold in the waiting room as if it was already full-blown winter. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt as if I was freezing to death, even as I was with Nicholas's jacket on and his arms were wrapped around me. Minutes became an hour, and an hour becames hours. I had lost track of how long we had been sitting in the waiting room by the time a doctor appeared, asking if we were here to see Rianne Thomas and Dave Hank. Rianne's mother and I jumped out of our seats, both with expectant expressions on our faces. Nicholas stayed back as the doctor introduced himself, and I thought he was probably wondering if he would even be allowed to see them because he wasn't direct family of Rianne's, or even that close to her. In fact the last time I checked, they hated each other's guts. "Hi, I am Doctor Nathaniel.” T
OPHELIAIt must have gotten considerably colder in Washington while we were away, because the few cars parked by the hospital had a layer of thick white snow on their roofs, and the ground was coated with icy mud. The moment Nicholas parked the car in the deserted parking lot, I was ready to unbuckle my seatbelt and bolt to Rianne's side. I already felt terrible that we weren't here sooner but hopefully, her mother would understand because we were halfway across the world when we were informed of the accident. Nicholas seemed to sense my predicament because he turned to me the second we were no longer moving. "Go," he said and I smiled gratefully as I scurried out of the car and up to the towering hospital entrance. I could see Nicholas's figure reflected in the glass of the front doors. He was looking slightly less calm and collected than usual as he walked in behind me. I, on the other hand, couldn't seem to breathe as the place we were suddenly dawned on me. The last time I wen
NICHOLAS Eventually, she detached her lips and smiled lazily at me before she opened her mouth to speak. “You don't know what I want to do to you right now," she whispered as she sat up and began to plant small kisses on my neck. I must have been too preoccupied with trying to unzip my jeans to notice the way she sucked and nibbled harshly on the skin just below my ear for a little too long. “Nice.” Her tone was proud as she kissed the tender skin one final time. Just then, I froze as what she just did suddenly dawned on me. "You did not just give me a hickey," I bit out but she just grinned widely at me so I went on, "You have got to be kidding me. I have important meetings coming up." She continued to smile, and it was beyond contagious as her hand landed on my boxers. She rubbed the material over my bulge as I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck. "I am sure I can make it up to you," she said and that same smile was still on her face. "Oh, I am sure you can." My voice
NICHOLAS I soon grew tired of the silent driving. I really thought Ophelia would have broken and spoken to me by now, but I guess I didn't realize just how upset with me she was. Out of instinct, I reached over and brushed the hair out of her eyes, but she only stiffened at my small display of affection. My hand found hers and I pulled it to my lips so that I could kiss it tenderly with my eyes still on the road as I steered with one hand. She didn't snatch it away, which I guessed was a good sign. So I dragged my kiss down to her knuckles and wrist next, feeling the softness of her pale skin beneath my lips. She still didn't show any emotion, as she kept on listening to whatever song she had playing on her phone. I put her hand back in her lap in defeat, resting my arm on her thigh instead. I waited a silent minute or so before I couldn't help myself any longer. Then I began to rub the skin on her leg just below the hem of her dress. Cautiously, I made a move to slide my hand fu