All Chapters of When Love Lasts: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I already knew that Nicholas looked a hundred times more put together than I did when he walked out of the bathroom wearing a tight fitting leather jacket, a classy off white T shirt, jeans and one of his usual pairs of rustic and expensive brown boots. Still oblivious to my eyes on him, he casually took a brown belt from the stack of clothes Shane delivered yesterday and attached it to his jeans, them he started to adjust it around him.I tucked a gray beanie over my ears, and I tried not to blatantly stare as he lifted his shirt slightly to fasten the buckle of the belt tighter. “Did Shane go into your apartment to get these clothes?" I asked curiously. "No, he definitely have to had bought them from somewhere," he replied casually. "Oh…" I said, trailing off.Right, he was a billionaire and he could afford new clothes whenever he pleased. "You must have a lot of clothes," I said. "Not really, I just donate them," he replied just as casually as before.Oh, wow, I thought. I no

The dress slipped on even more easily than I had expected it to. It was somewhat tight, and I realized now that an extra small might have been a little ambitious. I felt the need to undo my scruffy ponytail, so I let my hair flow down my shoulders and back before I combed through it with my fingers in an attempt to neaten it slightly. "Is it okay?" Nicholas's voice rang out loud and clear through the changing rooms, and I gasped and whipped around as if he might actually be in the small room with me. Once I realized that he wasn't there, I managed to collect myself and reply through the sheer velvet curtain separating us. "Yeah. But it is kinda small, though." "Oh. And that is the only one they have. Is it uncomfortable?" I paused for a second, twirling from side to side slightly to judge the answer to his question. The tightness of the dress caused it to cling to my curves more, but the elegant bodice cinched my waist perfectly, making it look slimmer and much more flattering.

"Will you stay with me tonight, Ophelia?" he asked the question so quietly that I barely caught his words. “Why do you even bother asking?" I asked dryly as I took a large bite of my delicious cheeseburger. "Is that a no?" he asked, feigning innocence as I glowered at him. God, he can be so annoying, I thought with a hidden smile on my face. He is also adorable too.He held his hands up in mock defense, and I was pleased to know that he was just as susceptible to my death glare as everyone else I had met. We were enveloped in silence as we both started eating, and I was thankful for it because it gave me some time to think about what to expect at this event tonight. I made a mental note not to leave Nicholas's side at all because I knew that if I did, I would immediately have a nervous breakdown. I watched, impressed as Nicholas devoured his meal in mere minutes, while I found myself struggling to finish half of my burger. However, that didn't stop me from stealing fries from Nich

The interior of the building we walked into was beyond stunning. It was classy and elegant, yet it still looked clearly expensive beyond belief. The decor was made up of mostly black and white, with only a few exceptions such as the vibrant red stage in the very front of the main hall and a few extravagant tables lining the area that also held the same vibrant red color. It was one of these tables that Nicholas and I were led to by the man who met us at the front door and 'checked if we were on the list' and that was when I realized that this event was strictly by invitation. Nicholas's grip on my hand tightened suddenly and I glanced up, searching for the reason behind this which I found almost instantly. A group of six men and two women who were sitting at a table greeted us, and all of them were dressed amazingly. When Nicholas released my hand, I made a move to sit down but before I could, all eight occupants of the table got to their feet, and each of them took their time to s

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