"She was wrong for me on so many levels. For one, she belonged to another, and could never be mine. But even I, was powerless in the face of raw seduction and fiery heated encounters..." Quillon Ivante.
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"It's a truth universally acknowledged t...
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“You don't love someone because they're perfect; you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.” – Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
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Niccole's POV
"Niccole. Niccole" I feel someone push against me, tapping me softly
"Mmm" I moan out with sleep clogged features but I kept being tapped. This was beginning to get annoying, I needed the whiny voice waking me up to go away, so i shut my eyes further, as if to block the voice out
"Nicole wake up!"
I moan out in frustration once more. Can't a girl get a healthy, good douse of sleep around here?!
Suddenly, I feel hands flick over my bare breasts and I instantly shoot up, very wide awake and very wide alert now.
I hear a voice chuckle behind me. I thought that might get you up
Without thinking, I turn to face the sound of the voice,only to see Quillon in the same bed with me, and to my horror, I'm half naked!
"Oh my god. What the... Fuck! Don't look down Quillon. Don't you dare look down! Keep your fucking eyes on mine!" I snarled out im horror, as I bring my two hands to cover my breasts
"You're hiding from me, the same sets of breasts I kissed and fondled just a few hours ago Niccole? Don't worry, the moment I plan to get them back between my lips, you'll lease them out for my unwanted pleasure. And I can assure you you'd enjoy doing so. Let's face it, your body's mine Nicole. Even you can do anything about that" he challenged, landing a hard kiss on my mouth and getting out of bed, turning around to give me privacy to wear my shirt back
I blush from his words, cause I knew deep down, that it was true. I don't know what sort of voodoo he was working on my body, but the body wanted him. Badly
After wearing my shirt, I ask him
"Why are we up Quillon?"
"The rain's stopped. We're going fishing, whatever we catch, we can cook and eat it for breakfast"
"And the time's what? 4am? You're crazy" I rasped
"5am, not 4am. And if I'm crazy, then you're crazy with me too, because we're both going"
"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes. We both tiptoe through the house and head back to the pool
Thirty minutes later, we get there and begin fishing. Thankfully the place wasn't so cold, but it was wet
Some two hours later, we had caught a whole basketful of fishes. But Quillon had caught more fish than I did. I guess that meant I had to be the one to cook it then, as per the deal
"Quillon shouldn't we start heading back? I'm sure dear old Martha would be looking for us by now"
"Not yet" he cajoled. "I need to do one last thing first"
