In which an exchange student falls into the hands of a dangerous man.
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Brazen and bold Freya Cannon finds herself signing up for a study-abroad opportunity presented to her by her college counselor. When her and her close friend Mia learn that...
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I THINK MY BRAIN is starting to fry.
That's the only reasonable explanation to whatever the heck happened last night.
I'd stayed up later than I'd like to admit replaying images from that moment. Nico, wrapping his large inked hands around my knees and forcing my legs apart. Nico, hard as a rock just from being close to me. Me, nearly ready to throw it all to the wind to experience something sexual with him.
I shake my head and let out a frustrated groan into my pillow. No, get it all out of my head. Is Nico by far the hottest man to touch planet Earth? Yes. Does he give off major sex appeal vibes? Absolutely. Is he a smart choice for a girl like me? Probably not. Most definitely not.
I gave in and called Mia last night. My loose lips made sure to leave out no details and that was my first mistake. My phone vibrates in the back pocket of my jean shorts. I roll over in the bed and pull it out.
Mia: What did I tell you?! I'm never wrong ;)
Oh please spare me. Whatever moment that was between Nico and I was nothing but a moment of sexual weakness. It's been so long since I've orgasmed and I can only assume the same for him. It's bound to happen when you put two sex deprived young adults in the same room together.
Me: You're so full of it. Anyway, we should be heading back today. I will try to stop by the apartment and see if it's safe to move back into again.
Mia: Yeah, yeah. And okay! Still super weird that it was only our apartment with a leak. Keep me updated :)
Sighing, I pocket my phone and head to the bathroom to do my makeup. I feel terrible for lying to Mia, but what else was I suppose to say to her? Oh hey, our smoking hot neighbor is in some sort of deadly mafia and somehow got me roped into his bullshit and now I have a big flashing target on my back and I had to take refuge at his place for my safety!
Yeah, no.
I apply my usual makeup and spray my favorite perfume onto my neck and wrists before quickly collecting all of my things and shoving them into the small bag I'd brought. I only had a few short minutes to pack for this trip after all.
"Morning Lucif—" My words cut off when I round the kitchen to find Lucifer talking to some bald guy with enough tattoos to deem him dangerous.
I drop my bag onto the floor and cross my arms. Nico stops talking, turns to look at me, and does that thing he always does where he absorbs every inch of me.
"What's going on?" I ask, hating the way my voice sounds so high.
Now that I'm paying attention, Nico looks different. He decided to ditch his usual dress apparel and is wearing a tight fitting black shirt that hugs his muscles generously and a pair of gray sweatpants. His muscular body is on full display now, giving me a better idea of just how big he really is.
