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Diana was a slut, and she wasn't afraid to admit that fact. The term slut was coined for her after she started going under numerous amounts of boys. The reason behind her change of personality was simple; she was publicly rejected...
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Diana woke up in Nicholas's bed, but they were both as dressed. She wore her underwear and an oversized t-shirt while he was dressed in boxer shorts and a T-shirt. Diana was lying on his chest. Her eyes were firmly shut, and she didn't want to move. It was comfortable, almost quite normal. She had spent most of the night crying, and although Nicholas didn't say anything, he was finally giving her the sort of attention that she had been craving for nearly a year, which was the important thing. Nicholas had one arm wrapped around her, and the other was holding a book, The Great Gatsby, to be exact. When Diana began to stir, he put the book down on the table next to him and did his best to move his arm, which had become a little dead with her lying upon it.
"You sleep okay?" Nicholas asks as Diana sits up, a little confused as she begins rubbing her eyes. This had been the third night in a row that she had slept in this bed, but unlike the past days, she didn't remember getting here. Diana was surprised to see herself almost wearing clothes and that her bra and dress were neatly folded on the armchair by the window. This was very out of character for her.
"Yes, did we have sex?" He shakes his head, a little confused as he thinks she was on the sober side of things and acting for effect.
"No, I told you last night that wouldn't happen again and invited you to crash because you started to cry." There was a long pause, and Diana fell back down on the bed, pulling the covers up full so that she was almost hidden from sight.
"I am sorry." She says, doing her best to fake a smile, but Nicholas doesn't care. He would prefer it if she didn't stay here every night because he would like to have sex. He wasn't about to make his concerns known to Diana, especially when she was in denial mode. She would brush everything off like she had been doing for the past year. He couldn't be there for her the way she needed him to be there. He didn't want to settle when the idea of a relationship crammed him. She wanted the happy ever after, but she wasn't about to admit that. She was going to continue to live in a web of lies, and it was going to take Joseph to pull her out of that mess.
However, Diana was Diana, so she wasn't about to let some inconvenience stop her from having sex. So while Nicolas had no tension about pursuing this like nighttime bed antics, Diana had other plans. So while he focused on ensuring she was okay, she climbed on top of him and began letting her lips brush over his neck. Nicolas found his hold body tightened up by her actions, feeling himself wanting to take her from behind and plough her but with this girl, he knew that was a bad idea.
She might be hot, but now I'm time she was a bit of a mess, and he couldn't be bothered to pick up the pieces later on. They weren't together, so after Nicolas pushed her off him a few more times, she said.
"I do, however, think you should take me home." Nicholas nods his head with this comment and pulls out his phone calling up his driver.
When they eventually make it down the stairs to the car waiting for them on the other side of the lobby's doors, Nicholas holds his head down. The press was still following him, annoyed by the whole thing. The two of them sat in the limo in silence as Diana got dropped off. Nicholas opened his mouth several times to talk to her, but he didn't know what to say because although he knew slightly what she wanted, he couldn't give it to her.
