Come With Me

Chapter Five: Flashbacks

- Two Years Ago - 

"Urgh, Ah, Huh!!!" You pound the punching bag repeatedly, you knuckles bleeding "argh, ugh buh" The sound of your punches and grunts echoing across the empty gym, you sigh deeply as you half heartedly swing one last punch at the bag, wincing in pain as your knuckles leave a red smudge on the bag. 

"Who pissed you off?" You spin round to see Nick stood in the doorway, he strides towards you, lifting your hand to his. "You need to wrap these up..." he says very coolly examining your hand before you pull away. 

"I'm fine..." you sniff. 

"Let me take care of you..." He almost orders as he eyes meet yours, you loose yourself in their icy blue, feeling at peace as you gaze into them. "Have you though anymore about my offer?" 

"What the no strings attached master plan..?" you raise a brow, Nick still holding your hands in his. 

"Thats not what it is..." you shake your head smiling a little, looking down. 

"I know what it is..." you say softly "I want to try it..." you look back up at him. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes sir..." you lean in on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear before dropping back down. 

"Good girl..." he strokes your hair "now lets get you home and these hands sorted..." he says in a nurturing yet commanding way before leading you out of the gym to his house. 

"Wow..." you marvel quietly having been a little too drunk the last time you were here to really appreciate the place. 

"I'm glad you like it.... drink?" he gets out two glasses. 

"No, not for me.." you say gently as you look around. 

"You sure?" 

"Yeah... I erm feel like I should give the drinking a break.. for a bit..." You smile gently as he comes back in the room, he places a glass down and then his medical bag on the table. 

"Sit" he point to the space on the leather sofa next to him and you find yourself doing so, obediently... it felt almost relaxing... having Nick take control... like he could take all the weight off your shoulders. He gives you an approving look as you sit. "This might sting..." he warns before putting on some dark liquid onto a cotton wool ball and gently dabbing it across your knuckles. You wince, he stops for a second to look at you before you nod and he continues. 

"It was my mother..." you say gently, Nick continues to clean your cuts. "Most people think, ah Daddy Issues..." you say with a slight laugh. Nick looks up listening before getting the bandages out. "My mother was having an affair, my father found out ... and because she was so embarrassed... not of cheating but of being caught and all her friends and family finding out... she killed him." You scoff a laugh "she actually murdered her husband because he found out she was having an affair..." Nick finishes the first hand. 

"That too tight?" 

"No..." you say softly as he kisses the bandage before letting that hands drop and taking the other to wrap it the same way. "Anyway... I decided... fuck it... its everyman for himself or woman for theirselves..." You sigh "but I'm not really that tough... I'm cursed with being gentle and romantic inside... its horrible.." Nick gives a slight smile as he finishes the other hand. 

"That alright?" You nod again before he gives it a kiss and looks up. 

"It doesn't bother you?" 

"What?" He looks at you confused. 

"That I'm a little bit.... of a mess..." you give him a look. 

"I think it might be why I like you so much..." he says earnestly, almost whispering it to you, his eyes not leaving yours.