𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 29 ♡

July 29th.

Oh, shit. 

I think he's finally caught on.

I pretend to act casual, very quickly opening a magazine on the kitchen counter and pretending to be very interested in it.

Nic walks out of the bathroom, with only jogging pants on. He rubs his wet black hair with a small towel, and questions me, "Hey, Celeste?"

"Mhm?" I hum, continuing to look at the magazine.

"Any reason why the second I stepped in the shower, I heard the sink come on, and then the water turned cold?"

Shit. He has caught on.

I close the magazine, "I was doing the dishes."

"You were doing the dishes?" he raises his dark eyebrows at me. 

"Exactly."

"Huh," he points to the stack of unwashed dishes in the sink. "Then what's that?"

I slap my hand over my mouth and act so shocked. I start looking around, "Somebody must've broken in!"

He starts slowly walking over to me, and the look on his face looked menacing. He smirked, "Yea? Somebody broke in?"

I step back as far as I can, until my back hits the wall, because I do not like the look on his face.

"Yes. They were scary, bald, and had a mustache."

"Stop mentioning Dr Phil all the damn time. You know I hate him."

He stops directly in front of me, his body pressing against mine and keeping me pinned against the wall. He smirks down at me and tilts my head up, "You're fucked, Dobrev."

"Nic-" he cuts me off by picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

I pound on his back, "Put me down, Nicollo!"

A loud gasp escapes my mouth as he smacks my ass hard. The area feels warmer than the rest of my body, and I just know that there's a handprint. 

He starts walking over to the couch, and I laugh while shouting, "Put me down! My head is gonna explode!"

As if he were a famous fighter, he freaking RKO's me onto the couch. I basically get whiplash from it. 

He smirks down at me after, amused, as I look up at him. 

"I am so gonna get you back," I say in a threatening tone.

This only seems to amuse him more, and he takes a step back while gesturing to himself, "Show me what you've got."

I stand up off of the couch, thinking of ways I could get him on the ground. So I went for the classic.

I put my leg around his, and started trying to push him, since he'd trip over my leg. But I should know by now that this dude is built like steel. As much as I try and push him, through my grunting, he doesn't freaking fall.

In the blink of an eye, he pulls me around and does it to me. I fall over his leg, landing on the living room carpet in what felt like the span of one second.