A loud thump wakes Nikki, and she jolts up on the couch as Michelle laughs. "Sorry. I accidentally slammed the cabinet. Since when do you sleep in anyways?"
"French people take their sleep very seriously," Nikki grumbles as she plods to the kitchen to grab a coffee mug. She leans against her younger sister as she waits for the coffee to fill her cup. "I'm sorry I'm all up in your space."
"Don't worry about it. It's been nice having you here. Even if all you do is complain about Lucas or talk on the phone to Lucas. And sleep."
Nikki groans, hitting Michelle lightly on the arm before grabbing her cup. "We've been apart before, but not since we got serious about each other. And now there is an ocean between us." She walks to the fridge and puts a small amount of milk in her coffee as Michelle watches her. "Want me to make you one?"
"Ugh... stop whining." She pushes the milk away, shaking her head. "And no, I like a little coffee with my morning sugar, not the other way around. I'll get something on the way to work."
"Waste of money."
"Says the girl with no job and a rich boyfriend..." Michelle teases as they both laugh.
"Touché." Nikki nudges her sister's shoulder with a giggle. "How about I buy dinner and wine and we can have a girl's night?" She takes a drink of her coffee as her sister nods excitedly. Nikki holds up her hand before Michelle can respond. "And for the record, Lucas and I split all things 50/50 except for dates. I'm not with him for the money."
Michelle rolls her eyes. "I know. It was a joke. Don't be so sensitive."
"Sorry," Nikki relents as she kisses Michelle on the cheek. "Just a few more weeks and then Lucas will be here."
***
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Armani fashion show in Milan. Men's Spring 2023 collection." Lucas grins at her through the screen as she sighs. "Don't pout. I'll see you soon."
"I'm cute when I pout though." She smirks as he laughs, sinking down into the bed. "You probably need your beauty sleep then."
"Well, I'm not walking, just going to the show. Besides, I'm not really sleeping that good these days anyways."
"You miss me?" She teases as he chuckles.
"You know I do. So does our bed."
"Show me..." She rakes her lip through her teeth as he chuckles, moving the phone down for her to see his bare chest and stomach.
"How?"
She places her feet up on the coffee table in front of her and turns the camera for him to see her bare legs as he groans. "I want to see more of you, Luke."
Lucas does the same, turning the camera around for her to see the bulge of his cock under the blanket. "Better?"
"More..." She leaps to her feet as Michelle enters the apartment just as Lucas moves the blanket down. She groans, "I have to go. Call me tomorrow. Goodnight, Luke."
"Don't go," he groans as Michelle smirks at her sister, passing by her for her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"Michelle is home. I'm sorry. Go to sleep. I miss you like crazy."
"Ugh... okay, doll. I love you."
"I love you too, Luke. I can't wait to see you in a few weeks." She winks at him as he chuckles before she hangs up as Michelle comes back out into the living room and plops on the couch.
"Why are you blushing?" Michelle asks as Nikki sits back beside her.
"I'm not... I did however, order Chinese food and bought some wine today."
"Thank God, I'm starving." She leans forward to grab a food container and fork as Nikki pours them both some wine.
"Least I could do since you're letting me stay here on your couch."
"I like you being here. Besides, don't you guys now have a guest bedroom? So, I can come and stay with you sometime." She nudges Nikki's shoulder with a laugh.
"Well, you can once François moves out."
"Why is his brother living there?"
Nikki shrugs, grabbing her own food container. "He is staying with Lucas until he finds his own place in Paris."
"And... how is that going to go?" Michelle asks, cocking her brows with a smirk.
"It's fine. We get along."
Michelle laughs, rolling her eyes. "Of course, you do, he loves you."
Nikki groans setting her food down to take a large gulp of her wine. "I know. I've been very firm with him about my feelings for Lucas."
"Oh no, so many hot Frenchmen are in love with me," she teases as Nikki laughs.
"Shut it. At least I don't have to worry about Alba anymore."
"Oh, girl. They are all over the internet if you know where to look..."
"They who?" Nikki asks, confused.
"Alba and Chris Evans! Pictures are all over gossip threads and Tumblr of her being with his brother and friends. And her best friends posted pictures being in his house. Some of these fans are crazy and should definitely work for the FBI."
"What are they saying?" Nikki sips on her wine as Michelle grabs her computer to show her some of the stuff she found.
"Varies between it being a purely PR relationship and a real one. One thing everyone agrees on is that he won't acknowledge it one way or the other until after she turns 25 next month. That way he looks like less of a creep."
Nikki rolls her eyes, setting her wine glass down on the coffee table a little too hard. "At least her and Lucas were only 11 years apart. I know from Lucas that she swears it is PR. But... who knows. It's gross either way."
"Consensus is definitely that Lucas dodged a bullet, and that Chris is a downgrade. And obviously, we know that Lucas has upgraded."
"Well, I can definitely attest to that being true." They both laugh, clinking their glasses.
***
Nikki wakes up to her phone ringing and she sits up to see she missed a few calls and messages from Lucas. Before she can answer, Michelle comes out of her bedroom with her own phone, holding it up to Nikki. "What is it?"
Michelle doesn't say anything as Nikki sees the picture of Lucas and Alba behind the scenes of the fashion show.
Nikki groans, pushing the phone away from her and pulls the blanket over her head on the couch.
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