The carpet.

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CHAPTER 16

Demi's POV

I woke up and groaned at the pain in my back. I rolled over on the hard tile floor and stared up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. I'm so stupid. He physically cannot control his anger, so who am I to be mad at him for it? Because you can get hurt. He would never hurt me. That's what you thought about Wilmer. He protected me from Wilmer. Wilmer protected you too. I couldn't listen anymore, getting up and walking out of the bathroom I heard a loud snoring sound, Nicko was still sleeping. The problem is, I'm in my bra and underwear, and all of clothes are in the closet, which is in the bedroom. I tip-toed into the room and saw Nicko laying on the bed, his tanned, muscled back moving up and down as he slowly breathed. I was over come with the urge to hold him, and have him hold me, but I pushed it out of my mind and walked into the closet. I changed into pajama pants and just as I was pulling a shirt over my head I tripped, and fell out of the closet, with my shirt halfway over my head and only one arm in the right hole. "Shit." I muttered, then yelped as someone touched my bare sides and helped me into the cotton material. Finally, I was able to pop all of my limbs through the right holes and saw Nicko in his boxers with a somber expression. "Thanks." I said quietly, tensing from sadness as his hand lingered on my hips. He just nodded and stepped away, another hole shooting through my chest at the loss of contact. I went to walk out but his voice stopped me, "Demi?" I turned around, "We have that movie red carpet tonight, If you don't want to go I understand." I nearly slapped my forehead, how could I forget? He'd been so excited about the song he did for this movie. "Of course I'm still going, I wouldn't miss it for anything." He smiled- small, but still a smile.

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We were the last car on the long line of escalades and limos, since Nicko only did a song we weren't exactly the highest priority. The car slowly rolled along and as we got closer I noticed his bow tie was crooked. I suppressed a smile and leaned over to fix it for him, my fingers lingering on his collar, we both leaned in closer- "Welcome Mr.Baker!" The car door opened and lights flooded the car, "DEMI! NICKO! ARE YOU TWO FIGHTING AGAIN?!" I sighed as Nicko got out, and helped me out of the car. We walked along the red carpet, stopping at ten feet intervals to take pictures for the mass of press in front of us. Nicko's hand was on the small of my back, sending tingles up my spine and raising goosebumps on my arm. He leaned down and I felt his lips brush my cheeks. "You look beautiful tonight baby." I smiled widely at him, trying to ignore that fact that it was forced. "Thanks Nik." We made our way down the carpet and finally, into the movie theatre. As soon as we were out of sight of the public eye, Nicko let go of my hand. I sighed, knowing that it was because that what he thought I wanted. We took our seats, and the movie began.

Once the film had ended, I stretched in my seat and slumped back. Nicko chuckled as he got up, "Ready?" I nodded, and walked up the aisle and back out of the theatre, where dozens of paparazzi were still waiting. A blast of cold air hit me and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to warm up. A jacket was placed around my shoulders and I turned to see Nicko, now jacketless, smiling. I pushed my arms through the too big sleeves and wrapped my hand around his. We walked towards our car and got in. Nicko slid all the way to the far side, and I got in after him, internally groaning. Doesn't he know that I don't want to fight anymore? I sat there for a few minutes, then scooted over to the middle seat and laid my head on his shoulder. He tensed and glanced down at me, and I smiled, causing him to do the same. I decided to push my luck and worm into his side so his arm was around me, then rested my legs on his lap. When I was finally settled, Nicko looked down at me with an amused expression, "Comfy?" I smiled wide and nodded, "Almost." Slowly, he processed my words and leaned down. The moment our lips touched it was like we'd never fought, or been apart. Like we were make for the soul purpose of this moment. We belong together.

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We pulled up to the house and thanked the driver. As soon as the front door shut and we were in the house, my back was pressed against the wall with Nicko pressed against me. I moaned as his hands wrapped around my waist and ran up my sides. I wound my fingers in his hair and pulled gently, our tongues battled for dominance. Nicko pulled away and nipped at the skin of my neck, tilting my head back to give him better access I yelped as he bit on my sweetspot and a wave of pleasure shook my body. His fingers fumbled with my dress and in a fluid motion he unzipped me. Once I was free from the clothing I grabbed his white shirt and literally ripped it off of him, popping the buttons as I went. He lifted the white undershirt over his head, exposing his now eight pack that was flexing as he breathed heavily. Nicko groaned when I ran my hand down his stomach, trailing along his pantline. Slowly, I unbuckled his belt, bititng my lip and looking up at him as he moaned, "Demi... Oh God." He stood in his Calvin Klein underwear, a prominent bulge tucked into them. "Jump." He growled, before his lips were at my neck again. I hopped up and he grabbed my ass, slamming me against the wall as he went. "Nicko." I whimpered, he understood and carried me off to the bedroom, gently laying me on the bed.

He climbed over me and our lips met in a heat of passion, his hand pushed against my center and I bucked my hips trying to get more friction, but he just kept the same pressure, holding me down with one hand. "Nicko." I groaned, "I need you so bad." He smiled and kissed me hard, then pulled off the remains of our clothing. Then, he hesitated. "Shit, I don't have a condom." I shook my head, "I'm on the pill." He nodded, then positioned himself at my entrance. "Ready baby?" "Yes!" I nearly screamed. He slowly pushed into my as my nails dug into his back.

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