Prescribe Me Love

Chapter 5: Penny for your thoughts?

We sat quietly. Did I have to answer? Did I want to know what it was about? He waited for an answer so he could spill his thoughts.

"What is it, Nick?" I cleared my throat before taking a sip of the champagne that had arrived a moment ago along with the Prawn Delight. 

"Me and my wife are going through a divorce." Wow, people this week really do like to get straight to the point. 

"Oh." I almost choked and died on the champagne. "So are you just using me to make you feel better about yourself? Am I just some slut to you who you want to drag to bed so it distracts you from the fact that your marriage is failing?" As i spoke, the waiters made the exception of leaving to give us some privacy. 

"It's not like that Ja-" Nicholas couldn't speak without my mouth interrupting.

"Oh, really? Then what is it like? Because not even a day ago you were speaking about your wife as if she was the woman of your dreams."

His hands supported his head, which was facing down at the table. 

"Jayda"

"Don't even try to make the situation better," Behind us was the door leading downstairs, which I headed towards, throwing my napkin to the ground as I did. Nicholas grabbed my wrist gently and refused to let go. "LET GO OF ME"

"Please, sit down, finish your meal. You wouldn't want the cook feeling sad about someone refusing to eat his meal which he spent time preparing, would you?" He made a fair point. I stopped suddenly and turned back around to sit down.

"Only because I want to respect the chef." I whispered as I picked up the knife and fork to the right of me. Nicholas smiled sweetly, and he seemed to be admiring my eyes. "Yes?"

"Sorry, your eyes are gorgeous. I'm very sorry for making you feel that way. I wanted to say I made the decision to leave my wife because she started seeing other men. I'd been putting up with it for a while, but I simply can't anymore. She got quite angry since she relies on me for the money she receives and the house she lives in." Tears started to appear in his eyes while he finished off his sentence. I felt like such a bitch.

"I'm so sorry," I held his hand again, taking it away from his face. "Is there any way I can make you feel better?" Normally, I don't mean it when I say I'm sorry, but this time it felt as if the word 'sorry' was my best friend, and I love my best friend and would never lie to her. 

"Keep me company."

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A few hours had passed, the time was now 12:04AM. Too many jokes had been told, too much alcohol had been consumed. I desperately wanted to sleep and throw up, though I couldn't go home and let my mother see me like this; she would personally hunt me down. 

"When does this close place?" I smiled as I felt up the flowers which were hung in a frame. 

"One, The restaurant closed two hours ago. Two, the club is open all night. Three, you're way too drunk. Four, that wasn't English, now let's get you home." Nicholas chuckled as he helped me stand on my feet, which I miserably failed at. Instantly, I fell backwards, which lead to Nick then picking me up again like a princess. Well, I don't remember the rest of the journey, so I assume I fell asleep.

My eyes lifted, revealing a white canopy hanging above my head. This was not my bed. I repeat, This. Was. Not. My. Bed. My bed consisted of a small single, with pink covers and petals printed on them. This, however, was a double bed, with pure white covers which had gold stripes. Without hesitation, I turned myself over as quickly as I could. Good. Nicholas was not there. 

At a very slow pace, my eyes trailed down. I wasn't in my white dress, and my heels weren't anywhere to be seen. Oh no, no no. I refuse to believe that Nicholas did this. My body was now enclosed in a rose-red satin top with black stitching, and matching shorts. My phone, where's my phone? The door opened slowly, and Nicholas's head peaked through.

"Where am I?" I held my breasts indicating that I was shocked to know that he undressed me.

"My Lake house, well, more of a cabin." He saw me grabbing my tits. "Oh, don't worry, my maid Mila helped you undress. I haven't seen your body yet." Walking out, he flashed a smirk at my direction. Yet? YET?! 

"Nick, where's my phone?! My clothes!!" Today wasn't my day, since I almost pulled the canopy down. "Where did you sleep?!" 

The Lake cabin was rather huge, with a chandelier hanging at the top, and a huge window that curved, revealing the ocean overlapping on itself. My feet patted down the hallway, with light colored wood beneath me. I came to a spiral staircase, which lead to the main living room, or so I thought. Nicholas was sitting in front of the fire, watching the series 'Ghost whisperer' while a woman in a black dress stood behind him, I assumed it was Mila since she was wearing a maid costume with her hair neatly in a bun. 

"You were pretty drunk last night, so I made a no-brainer about bringing you here. I also used your fingerprint to get into your phone and contact your mom." This was starting to get weird. 

"You did what?" I was still standing at the top of the spiral staircase.

"Don't worry, she knows you're with me and you are perfectly safe, are you not?" His words slowed down, until it sounded as if he was speaking to a foreign person. After he placed his mug full of coffee down on the coffee table, he started walking up the staircase towards me, since I didn't dare move from my place. Each step he took, he lightly dragged his hand along the rail, in case he fell. 

"Well I don't know that, do I?" I crossed my arms, making it look like I was better than everyone here, even though I really wasn't, not even a bit.

"Do you want me to prove my point?" He finally reached the top of the stairs, and stood there. He was so close, I could feel his body heat and his breathing against my neck. I didn't look up, I just continued to stare at his white t shirt, which was also slightly see through, showing his abs. 

"As a matter of fact, I do!" Still looking straight at his chest, I saw in the corner of my eye that his hands were moving to my face. Not caring about how rough he was being, he pushed me against the wall and gracefully placed his lips on mine. Suddenly, his hands moved from my face to my waist, and I was now heavily breathing with pleasure.