Pillow Talk

Chapter 9

"Are you sure you're gonna be fine by yourself?"

Sara held Freya's hands between her own, standing in the doorway of the pent house. Nicolas stood behind her, an amused smile on his face.

Freya let out a chuckle, "Yes mom, I'll be absolutely fine."

Nicolas winked at her as Sara rolled her eyes. The two were going out and for some reason Sara seemed to think that Freya couldn't handle being alone. It was quite amusing. Her sister had even gone to the extent of inviting her too, it was sweet but third wheeling on their date was not something she wanted to do.

"Okay, fine.", she hugged Freya, "Just call me or Nic if you need anything."

It was Freya's turn to roll her eyes. Sara was gonna be a great mom someday, that was for sure.

"Yes piccolo, call us if you need anything.", Nicolas added, using the nickname he'd recently come up with for her. To Freya it was endearing and special like having an older brother. She appreciated it.

"I will. Now you guys go have some fun.", she ushered them out the door with a wave of her hands.

Closing it, Freya turned around taking in the empty pent house with a sigh. She'd been staying here with Sara for the last two days. Somehow Sara had been able to convince their dad and Debra to let them stay here in the days leading up to the wedding. Sara's argument being that she wanted to start moving her things in and get a feel of the place before she moved in permanently.

Freya almost laughed thinking about it now because Sara had done nothing but spend time out with Nicolas for the last two days. They both had taken their leave for the wedding which made it even more convenient. So much for getting a feel of the place.

Freya's eyes drifted to her phone lying on the counter. Nixon hadn't contacted her about their date yet and she had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to. A sadness settled in her chest, further verifying the effect this man had on her.

Maybe he lost interest and she couldn't blame him. Nixon seemed so worldly and experienced and here she was, so sheltered and inexperienced. He probably wanted someone on his level. The attraction on his side could've just been a phase and now he must have realised what he was getting into with her.

Freya shook her head, she had to let this go no matter how much it hurt. She fell back onto the couch and tried to find something to watch. Maybe then she could push Nixon Ford to the furthest recesses of her mind where she wouldn't feel her heart breaking.

Nixon leaned his forehead on the wall in frustration. He was outside the pent house after finding out from Nicolas that he and Sara had dinner plans. He waited for them to leave before coming up.

All he knew was that he had to see Freya. So here he was debating all of his life choices so far that led him here.

Seriously what the fuck was he doing? He wasn't supposed to be here.

Straightening his body, Nixon pressed the button beside the door before he could change his mind. On the third ring, the door opened.

Nixon inhaled sharply. Even in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black long sleeved crop top and her hair tied up, Freya Lorden was a sight to behold.

Her brown eyes widened in surprise, "Nixon?"

Nixon stepped forward and Freya stepped back, letting go of the door.

"What are you doing here?"

Freya squealed as Nixon pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers in a frenzy. He pushed her inside, kicking the door closed behind him. Pushing her up against the wall, he grabbed her hips eliciting a moan from her lips. He bit her bottom lip making her open her mouth for him. He groaned at the feel of her tongue clashing with his.