The Chains: Temptations

33 - Guessing Game

NICO

"We'll make it to Dad's before 7. Is he still being paranoid? You know how he is. He even called cause he thought someone from the paparazzi was watching him." I glance over at a sleeping Mara who's been laying on my chest for the last three hours.

God knows how I was able to shut my eyes and take a nap. This woman was doing something to me, some witchcraft shit.

I want to wake her up and fuck her all over again, but I know her little body aches and she'll have an asthma attack.

I should've went nice and slow but she insisted me to fuck her good and hard. That's all I know, I'm glad she knew that rule.

"Well, as in who? You and Mara?" Rico's curious tone grabbed my attention. "And Doug." I added.

"Nico, you're telling me she's meeting Dad? You may as well announce that she's your girlfriend, give them a surprise."

"Fuck off." I gritted my teeth. "I have no one else to babysit her, she's going to have to come with." I try to brush off the girlfriend allegations because I know what this looks like to outsiders.

"I can get my guards to watch her—"

"I don't want your fucking guards around her."

"What was that?" I can just see his smug face through the phone that motherfucker. And I fucking fell for it.

I feel a small force of tugging from my chest, I look over and see Mara turning her head side to side and her eyebrows furrowed in distress. "No..." She breathed with exhaustion.

She wasn't awake, she was unconscious and having a dream.

Without any thought, I end the call and put my cell down. I watched her as she kept squirming on top of me, her breathing getting heavier.

She had sweat glimmering all over her forehead, I use my hand to wipe it clean. What the fuck is she dreaming about? I kept my hand on the same position.

Still squirming, as fast as the speed of light, she woke up gasping for air as she got up.

She looked around to recognise her surroundings, then at me. "Nico!" She let out a weep. I pulled her into my chest where I sat up, wrapping myself around her as she was a present.

"What happened, bela?" She cocooned herself tighter into me. I fisted her hair and wrapped it around my fist twice.

"M-Mar-cus..." Fuck she's stuttering. God, that must've been a bad nightmare if she's stuttering. "H-He came onto me like he did tha-that night." She breathed.

That motherfucker is nothing but a corpse and still had the audacity to appear in my bela's head when she's at the peace?

"Mara, you're in my arms, safe. He's not coming for you anytime." I kiss the top of her head and instantly regretted it. I felt bad for her, but doing sweet shit? Me? Nico? Never.

As soon as I did that her nerves started to calm down a smidge. "What time is it?" She took her head out of the crook of my neck and stared at me.

She was so fucking adorable. "Six in the afternoon." She nodded in response.

"As much as I like you straddling my lap, you're making my dick hard. Unless you're planning on another round then—"