"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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"Passion' a word which involves so many feelings. I feel it when we touch; I feel it when we kiss; I feel it when I look at you. For you are my passion; my one true love." -S. Richardson
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NICCOLE'S POV
Gently tiptoeing back to the bed, after taking out a really important pill from my bag, I make my way over to where Quillon was, parting his lips, and throwing in the small, white-looking easily dissolvabe drug. Then give him a few taps on his face to wake him up, when I was sure the drug had begun to take effect in him.
He wakes up slowly at first, starting to smile for me, as he starts to sit up, to draw me into his arms and properly kiss me, he falls back down to the bed, his head completely whoozy and his body almost immovable. I know exactly how he felt because I happen to have been under this same drug before. Lots of times actually. It was my calming medication. The drug takes you under, yet leaves you completely awake, if that even makes sense. A doctor had once prescribed it for me. If you needed time to meditate, or you were having difficulty sleeping, this was likely the best thing for you. It left you dazed, like a good version of cocaine.
"What did you... Niccole, what did you to me? What did you give me? " he grits out.
"Has anyone ever mentioned to you that you sleep like a corpse?" I remarked, cross-legged on the bed, staring down on him.
"I can't say it ever come up in a fucking conversation," he countered, his voice heavy with sarcasm, he was shooting me a dark look. "This... I know this drug. Which is why I know there's an antidote. And you're going to give it to me this instant Niccole. Whatever it is, wherever it is." he curses out
Wow, such... fury, and authority backing his statement. Like there were no questions to be asked, like he knew I would automatically comply and do his bidding. He was in for a shocker then, I wasn't one of his bodyguards on his payroll. No, I was Niccole. The only woman who happened to have the ability to make him feel this way, my inner goddess smirks. Gosh, where did all this confidence even come from? He brings out this person in me. I don't know how he does it, I only know he does. Or maybe she's been there already all along, and all he had to do was activate the inner seductress, another part of my head counters. Well? Perhaps! He's albeit sarcastic reply to my rhetorically laid out question came as no surprise really, for I doubted one should tell a billionaire that he slept like a corpse. But alas, only I could. This billionaire so happened to be mine.
"The antidote? Really? I don't think so. Why would I even give you the drug at all if I was just going to give you the antidote at your mere insistence? You haven't even asked me why I'm doing this. Or do you presume to know why already? " I asked him, cocking my head.
