𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐈𝐕.

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AS the morning went on, I chose to go out in a purple dress.

I go back upstairs to go put on my clothing— Nikolai stood at my doorway watching me go up the steps. I froze seeing him.

"Nik"- he shot a look at my eyes when I said a nickname for him. "I'm calling you that from now on" I smiled at his reaction. "Okay, fine." He rolled his eyes.

I walk up to my door to go inside but he blocked me from going in— My breasts brushed against his chest when he moves. My face was close to his as he looked down at me— I turned my face when I saw him look at every bit of my face.

"Can I go in my room Nik." I say breathlessly. "Can I tell you something." He says sternly, raising a brow. "Ok, fine." I mumble at his attitude.

" Tell Massimo to bring you to my club later tonight," he said. "I'm not asking." He adds.

I swear he is so bipolar—

He moves out my way brushing against me to go downstairs.

I go inside my room— rummaging through my suitcase to find my white tights and dress.

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I fluffed my hair out when I stood in the reflection of the mirror.

The dress had holes in the front going down to my stomach— my breasts were loose underneath.

Massimo walks into my room and stood there looking at me. "You look cute." He says with a pfft. I go over to him "thank you Massimo." I smile turning off the bathroom lights.

"He's not going to appreciate seeing you wear such an outfit."-

"Well too bad for him, right?" I give another smile leaving my room with Massimo behind me—

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