𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐕𝐈.

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OH my—

Did I seriously just do that last night? I jump up in the bed with blankets covering me— Nikolai walked in with a tray.

He was shirtless, wearing black sweatpants walking towards the bed. "Morning." He says, with a groggily morning voice.

"Good morning," I sit up against the headboard. "You look worn out." He murmured "oh well, I wonder why." I smile.

"I made you some breakfast, if you're hungry." He adds while placing the tray of food on the nightstand next to me.

Nikolai sat on the other side of the bed lying on his back. His hair was tousled— his jawline was extremely popping out as he lifts his head up on the pillow. He's so perfect—
I wanted to get on top of him so I did so.

I still kept the blanket covering my body. He pulls the blanket down making my breasts look at him. Nikolai lifts his head up to kiss me "Nik"- I whimper when he sucks on my lip. "Mm." He says, in response.

"I have to go to work this morning.." I lean my head back as he spreads kisses all over my torso. His brown eyes met with mine— "work?" He paused.

"Yes." "I want you to let me go"- I say quietly, not knowing how he's going to respond.

"No." He said, finally. "Nikolai, I don't wanna feel like a prisoner being stuck in the house." I scoffed, getting off of his body.

I grabbed the sheets and walked into the bathroom— "why can't you just listen, and stop being so fucking stubborn." Nikolai says loud enough to where I could hear him. "I'm not your sex slave Nikolai." I snapped at him as I was doing my hair and makeup.

"I never said you were,Elena." He mumbles. "Oh, well maybe you should stop acting like you are." I say sassy like— "your the one who had sex with me. When you could've said no." He says.

I shook my head; I walk back out of the bathroom in my white laced panties but my arm was over my breasts as I walked to my dresser.

I grab a white silky slip dress with a v-line down the middle in the front. Then I bend over to get white heels, and I ran back into the bathroom. "What the hell are you doing." Nikolai sighed, knocking on the door. "I'm going whether you like it or not." I rolled my eyes. I slid on the dress without having a bra on, but you could still see my stomach slightly through the almost tight dress.

I also applied red lipstick and winged liner, and I got my shoes putting them on my manicured feet. I open the door seeing him still stand there with his hair covering his honey eyes.

"You're not going Elena." He turns his body as I walk pass him. "Nikolai." "You are not going to be telling me what to do." I assured him. "No one," "and I mean no one, will demand me to do anything." I point at him.