❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that.
He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes...
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P.O.V Nicolas
The rest of the ride back was silent, it was so unbearable. Normally she'd find some random conversation to make with me and I'd be very interested.
Any thing she said had me interested, for gods sake she could be talking about paint drying, and I'd still be interested if it was coming out of her mouth.
Last night when she said those three words to me, I felt... I felt... I have no idea what I felt at that moment, maybe shock, or unsure, I couldn't find any emotion to express how I felt, and it was fucking terrifying.
She couldn't 'love me', that will just make everything worse, and it was already bad because of what I'd done. I couldn't risk anything else.
When I left the room afterwards I went straight to my office, I had to get my mind of it, and since I'd ended my meeting a little early, I had some things to clear up.
While in my office I just had this idea to give her back her phone. Half of me expected her to call for help and half of me expect her not to. So I was very skeptical about actually giving her it back.
But I did, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised when she didn't. All she did was call her friend, Mila.
Yes I went through her phone before I gave it back. I also put my number in her phone, although I don't think she realized yet.
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The penthouse felt empty, though Angelina had just got out the shower.
We hadn't talked for the rest of the day, as soon as we got home she went straight to our room, and I went to my office.
But now it was unbearable to stay away from her for so long and soon I'll be 8:43, and after what she told me I don't think I want to stay away from her. Although she was clearly avoiding me.
Opening the door I saw her already on the bed. Closing the door behind me I walked closer to the bed.
She didn't look up at me or even acknowledge that I was there.
I sat at the end of the bed, and she didn't even move.
"Angelina." I said finally making her look at me, "I'm sorry."
I didn't know what I was sorry for, all I know was that I did something wrong and having her not look or speak to me felt like hell.
She raised a brow, "For?"
"I don't fucking know. For whatever I did wrong. For whatever I did that made you stop talking to me." I replied.
She stared at me. Then started laughing. And life rushes through me all at once, washing away all desolation and the hell that came with it.
She had a smile worth dying for, but god, when she laughs, it's like the whole room lights up.
"Nicolas, it doesn't matter. I should be the one apologizing, I was totally being a bit rude, and I should've shouted at you. So I'm sorry." She said still smiling.
I couldn't help but smile back at her.
She didn't have to apologize, and I didn't care that she'd yelled at me. I'm just glad we can go back to how it was now.
I pulled her closer to me and laid down on the bed.
It was silent for a while before I decided to say something.
"Can you promise me something." I said.
Placing her head on my chest she replied, "Sure."
Passing my hand through her hair I said, "Promise me that you'll never leave me, and that you'll never look at me differently," I whispered, my voice thick with emotions. She looked up at my eyes for a brief second, trying to figure out if I was serious.
And I was deadly serious. This girl was making me feel things I felt before. Just knowing how much she trusted me and laid here next to me, gave me a warm feeling inside and out, but also made me guilty that I'm lying to her.
She sighed, when she realized I was not joking.
"I promise." She swore.
I hope you keep it, even after you get to know the type of person I am, because I know I can't leave you, and I don't want you to leave me.
