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PRINCE• dix

PRINCE ❥ chapter dix

When I woke up, the windows were open. Bright light filtered through the windows, and a slight breeze filtered through the opening, causing me to shiver.

I groaned, momentarily shutting my eyes before falling backwards and covering my face with a pillow.

I hear rushing water, which could only come from someone washing up with a basin. That kinda shocked me. I shot up and took in my surroundings, shocked.

Nikolai's room.

"Hey, Elle, did you want breakfast?"

As soon as I saw him, my throats released a loud squeak.

"Hey, try a bit louder, why doncha? Maybe the neighbors will hear you."

"Put on a shirt, Asshole--" Maybe some pants while you're at it.

"Hey, we had an agreement. I call you Elle, you call me Niko."

"The flapjacks," I cursed.

"What? You want flapjacks for breakfast?"

"No," I shook my head. "Like hell I'll call you Niko."

"Then what are you gonna call me?"

"A-"

"No," his eyes cast down and glared at me.

"You didn't let me finish."

"So you're saying you weren't going to call me an asshole," Nikolai marveled sarcastically.

"According to my genius mind, I've decided that you will be renamed Nik."

"Nik?"

"Nik. Still short for Nikolai, right? And if Nikolai is pronounced Nick-o-lie, then it makes more sense instead of Nee-co."

"Hmm," he hummed.

"If you don't like it, we can always go back to-"

"I like it, micino."

"I believe the agreement also entailed the abolishment of that. What are you calling me anyway?"

"You never looked it up?"

"Well, first I don't know how to spell in Italian, and second, I really don't have as much time as you think I do."

Nikolai rolled his eyes and moved towards me before bending down and pulling a shirt out of the nightstand, along with a pair of Adidas brand sweatpants.

"You really want to know?"

"If you're insulting me, then yeah!"

"Come here."

"Are you following your in brother's footsteps?"

"You wish you could kiss me, mic--Elle."

"I'd rather not."