Let Me Teach Ya (Nemi)

In My Head

Mr. Jonas' POV

Demi and I just stared at each other, before she was quickly getting up to answer her phone. "Hello?" She answered out of breath. "Oh hey, baby," She said as she looked over at me uncomfortably. "No, I'm not busy. I was just working out." She said as she turned around so she didn't have to look at me. I heard her finish out the conversation and then she quickly clicked off the phone. She turned around to look at me, and went to speak, but I stopped her.

"I really need to get going. I have been here too long and I don't want anyone to see me leaving. I better call my driver to come get me. I have some things I need to take care of anyways," I said as I stood up from the bed, and began to walk towards the door.

"Okay, did you need me to sign that document?" Demi asked. I had completely forgotten that I came over for that. I got so distracted. I sighed, and turned back around.

"Yes, here, sign this," I said as I took out the document that was folded in my inner jacket pocket. I watched as Demi signed her name, and then handed me the piece of paper.

"So, will you be free to talk about work, or to help "teach" me a little later today?" she asked with a soft smile on her face.

"I have to go to the hospital later today, but I think that you are ready for some homework." I said as I tucked the document back into my jacket pocket.

"Homework? How are you going to give me homework. I don't want to practice by myself," She said with furrowed eyebrows. I just let out a soft chuckle. Even though I was so irritated because of how sexual frustrated I was right now, I still couldn't find it in my heart to stay annoyed with her.

"You don't have to practice alone, Demi, you have a partner to practice with, your boyfriend," I said before taking a short pause. We both stood there just staring at each other. "Anyways, I would tell him that you want to try some things with him. Tell him that you want to start out small, just work on dirty talking to each other. You can practice by sending him text messages," I said to her as I made my way over and opened up her bedroom door. I started walking out, and she followed closely behind.

"Okay," was all she said as she walked behind me to the front door. I looked back at her to see if I could tell what she was thinking, but I was stumped.

"Check your phone incase I need to get in touch with you, otherwise, I will see you in a few days. Good luck with the boyfriend," I said as I turned the knob on the door, and quickly walked out. Once I heard the door shut behind me, I stopped on the staircase, and let out a deep sigh. I ran my hands through my hair, and then took my phone out of my pocket to dial my driver. I told him to pick me up out back, and then I continued to make my way down the stairs. While I was waiting out back for my driver, I kept replaying what had just happened up in Demi's bedroom. I couldn't get her out of my head. I couldn't get over how badly I wanted to just rip her clothes off, and throw her back on that bed. I wanted to do so many naughty things to her. This whole teaching thing is going to be torturous to me. I could feel myself growing harder, the more I thought about it. I needed a distraction, I took out my phone, looked through my contact list, and dialed Olivia.

"Hey, it's Nick. Meet me at my place in thirty minutes," I said into the phone. She knew why I was calling. She knew that I just used her for sex, but she didn't seem to mind. I knew that she was in love with me, but I just don't feel that way about her. As sad as this may be, she is only good for an occasional fucking, but even that gets old sometimes.

"Hey, stranger. I will be over in about forty minutes, I have some things that I need to take care over before I come over," She said into the phone.

"Okay, see you then," I said as I quickly hung up the phone, not even waiting for a response. By the time I got off the phone, my driver was pulling up. I looked around, and then got into the car. On the way home, I tried to clear my head, and think about work or the children that I would be seeing later today, but really all I could think about was Demi. I leaned my head back on the headrest, closed my eyes, and waited until I was home.