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   Chapter 7 Best Boyfriend Ever

The Billionaire's Obsession By Shafira Sardar Characters: 26707

Updated: 2018-07-14 12:02


After that night Nick and I spent the nights at each other's apartment. Brandon was right about him, Nick was a gentleman and he hated it. Brandon would voice his complaints about Nick every once in a while, but I wasn't listening to it. To be honest I was in Nick land and the people around me seem to fade into the background. Nick worked long hours at his office and I had night shifts at his club, so when we did see each other it would usually be when he had to socialize. He didn't like that so he suggested we also spent the night together. When I had nightshifts I went over to his apartment and slipped into his bed, he'd wrap his arm around me and pull me close. A few hours later he'd get up for work, letting me stay in his apartment. I would lie if I say it didn't freak me out the first time. It was odd at first but now weeks later I was accustomed to our schedule. If Nick wasn't sleeping beside me I couldn't have a good night sleep. I was so into him it wasn't healthy. Evan told me once that he thought I was Nick's obsession. I couldn't accept the fact that Nick was feeling the same for me. A guy like that couldn't be obsessed over a girl like me. He had better. I never voiced that out loud, if I did Nick would probably get furious with me. Things between us were good right now, I didn't want to cause our first argument. If I could I wanted to say a bit longer in Nick land where it was always sunny and unicorns were flying around. That was the good life.

Rolling to my side a smile spread across my face when I heard Nick moving around the room. He was getting ready for work while I had come in a few hours ago after a night shift. He noticed me being awake in bed and stepped to me, running a hand through his messed up wet hair before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my head.

"It never gets tired seeing you in my bed." He spoke in a low voice, "Go back to sleep."

"Hm."

"I'll be back in a few hours, we'll have breakfast together."

I smiled, "Lunch for you."

He chuckled, "Yeah, see you later."

"Later, " I whispered, rolling back to my side, smiling when I felt his lips brush against my temple.

I went back to sleep while Nick probably had a meeting to attend. I didn't sleep long, I woke around ten and started getting ready. After a shower, I blow dried my hair and did my make-up. I kept it simple, opting for eyeliner, mascara and a wine colored lipstick. Stepping out of the bedroom I nearly ran into Nick, gasping out loud. I didn't hear him come in nor did I hear his footsteps coming up to me. Pressing a hand against my chest, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves down. He placed his hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing my arms to help me calm down.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

"I didn't hear you come in."

He smiled, "I didn't want to wake you." He leaned in and kissed me full on the lips, making me whine in the kiss, "What?" He asked, pulling away looking confused, "Did I hurt you?"

Reaching out to him I wiped away the dark blotches around his mouth because of my lipstick, "No, of course, you didn't. But now my lipstick is ruined and your lips are stained."

"Don't care." And to prove that he grabbed me by the back of my head he kissed me again, long and wet, "I'm always going to kiss you so you either stop wearing lipsticks or we both deal with the aftermath."

Laughing I pushed him against his chest and walked around him, heading to the living room, "Are we eating out-" I stopped myself mid-question and stared at the plates on the coffee table, "You bought lunch-"

"I prepared lunch." Nick announced casually, walking past me to take a seat on the couch, "You were in the shower, then blow-dried your hair so you probably didn't hear me."

He was amazing, he was freaking amazing. This being one of the many reasons I loved being in Nick land. Before he could reach for his plate I grabbed onto his wrist, pushed him back against the couch and got on top of him. He didn't see it coming and I took advantage of his surprise by pressing my body against his and kissing the life out of him. His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me closer to him. His hips pressing firmly against mine. I could feel his erection press against my core and let out a soft whimper. Nick told me more than once he wanted to wait until we took a step further, but I honestly couldn't wait any longer. The wait was making me impatient, driving me insane. I needed to have him, I needed to have him right now.

"You're torturing me, " I announced once Nick pulled away from me.

I gripped his hair tightly in my hands, causing a grunt to leave his lips. His teasing look warning me, telling me to run for the hills. I didn't though. If I needed to endure the torture he put me through he could handle a little pain. Nick tightened his grip on my hips, his lips brushing against my neck. He left a soft kiss, a kiss that was barely there, yet that soft, little kiss burned my skin. His hands wandered up, brushing over my stomach which made my breathing hitch in my throat. He slowly pushed my t-shirt up, his fingers brushing against my heated skin. His eyes wandered down to my pants, the top of my lace panties showing. He ran his fingers down my stomach, brushing them against the top of my panties and moving to my thighs. Without warning Nick moved us, my back hit the couch while he hovered above me, his eyes burning into mine.

"I'll make it up to you." He whispered and leaned in to kiss me. He didn't give me time to respond and moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way, "You'll be satisfied once I'm done with you." He promised me.

He unbuttoned my jeans, the sound if the zipper being pulled down echoing through the room. I thought he'd torture me some more, he seemed to enjoy the reaction he got out of me. Pushing my pants down my thighs my breathing stopped completely when his lips pressed against me, his hot breath against my inner thighs driving me insane. When I was about to yell at him he pushed my panties aside and gave me what I wanted. Multiple orgasms till I could even move from the couch.

***

After the multiple orgasms and lunch, Nick drove me to the library where I was going to work at school. He wasn't pleased with my decision, but I couldn't focus with him around. With me not being around him, he could also go back to work so he didn't complain about it much. My eyes were focused on his hands, he was driving me personally to the library, Miles being excused for the day. When I looked at his hands I couldn't help but remember the pleasure he gave me. When I let my eyes wander to his face I couldn't help but blush to see the arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

"You were staring." He told me quietly.

"I was not."

My eyes were still focused on his face, even if I couldn't get rid of my blush. I just couldn't look away from him.

"You're still staring." He brushed a hand over his clean-shaven face, "Did I miss a spot this morning?" He asked, though he probably knew the answer already.

My jaw was actually hurting because of the permanent grin on my face as I answered him, "You're perfect."

That one word had so much more meaning to it, and when Nick placed his hand on my knee and squeezed it, I knew that he also figured out what I was talking about.

"When you're ready to go to the club you can call Miles, he'll give you a ride."

I took hold of his hand on my knee, "I can take the bus-"

"I know you're an independent woman and all, but let Miles just drop you off at the club, okay?"

I was about to protest, ready to start our first argument when I realized why he didn't want me to go alone to the club at night. It was the reason why we met in the first place. It made me wonder if I wasn't attacked that night if we would be where we were right now. He'd probably still be dating models, actresses and annoying women who thought they were better than the rest of the world. If my bad luck that night

han you."

"Because you know she's the kind of girl Nick would settle down with." Evan interrupted, getting up as well, "You better leave before I tell Nick about your choice of words...I think he'd like to know his assistant is kind of a bitch."

"Kind of?" I asked, smiling when Evan chuckled.

Giselle stalked off, the sound of her heels sounding louder than ever before. Evan sat back down again, laughing loudly which caused everyone around us to turn their heads, but we didn't care. Evan had my back just like I expected of him.

"You're helping me." I fall back down in my seat, "Aren't you supposed to be Nick's rival who likes to mess with him for fun?"

"Nick is my Brandon, Emily."

I wanted to laugh at that, but I didn't. I understood their relationship. Brandon could annoy the hell out of me, but at the end of the day, I'd still walk through fire for him. We both looked up when Nick stood before us, looking even angrier than before. Whatever that woman had to say did not help with Nick's mood one bit. I got up whispering a goodbye to Evan. Nick grabbed my hand in his, lacing our fingers together and walked me out of the VIP room. The club was still crowded, but everyone moved when Nick walked by. Giving us room to leave. I waved both Brandon and Victor goodbye.

"Why are you so upset?" I asked the moment we were safely in the car and Miles was driving us home since Nick had a drink.

"I don't like it when people threaten me, especially people like her."

"What is she like?"

He leaned back in his seat and met my gaze, "I don't want to talk about that awful woman. If she dares to show her face again, Mike will make sure she won't be spending so much money on her manicure ever again."

Miles grunted, glancing at us through the rearview mirror, "Nick, the apartment is surrounded." He managed to maneuver the car through the crowd and headed straight for the garage, "I'll ask Alex to pick your car up."

Nick got out the car first and walked around, holding the door open for me. He didn't look like his usual calm self. The crowd outside was getting to him, I guess he didn't expect it to blow up this fast. My guess was that Giselle and the scarlet-haired bitch had something to do with this, but I kept my words to myself.

"I'm sorry, Em." Nick placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the garage, "I didn't think it would escalate like this."

"It doesn't matter."

We stepped into the elevator, "It does matter." He sounded defeated, "I don't want to mess this up-"

I pushed him against the cold metal wall and kissed him, hard and passionately. He seemed stunned for a second, not even kissing me back because he did not expect that. It made me feel powerful, knowing I could make this coldhearted billionaire shut up within a split second. Nick finally kissed me back, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, pressing my body fully against his. He cupped my face in his hands, his concerns about the paparazzi long forgotten. Smirking I pulled away, knowing I had reached my goal. I distracted Nick long enough to calm him down a little.

"You don't play fair." He breathed, running a hand through his messed up hair.

I fixed my clothing, stepping out of the elevator with my head held high when we reached his floor. Nick quickly caught up with me, opening the door to his apartment. I kicked my shoes off and headed straight for the couch. Nick placed his jacket and tie over the one-seat and sat down next to me, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"I don't understand how this could have gone out so fast."

"You shouldn't trust Giselle."

He raised an eyebrow at my comment. I blurted something sensitive out once again. When I needed my ability to say whatever was on my mind it didn't help me at all, when I didn't need it, it put me in an embarrassing position. It was annoying having no brain to mouth filter.

"So Evan was right."

Now I was the one who was confused here, "What is he right about?"

"He texted me about Giselle's behavior. Did she threaten you?"

I knew it was better to tell Nick everything. If there were no secrets between us, we might actually work. I needed us to work since he was the first guy I actually fell in love with.

"She hates me because she is jealous. She rather has that awful woman fuck you...Her words, not mine...Than us being in a relationship."

"She said that?" I could see the anger rising up in Nick's eyes.

"She has been a bitch to me since the day we met." I leaned closer, "I don't like her, but I was afraid of telling you. Because I also don't want to mess this up."

Nick's lips curled up, "We're really two idiots, aren't we?" He kissed my temple, "We went too fast in a short period of time. We need to actually start talking to each other."

"That why you didn't want to have sex with me, remember?" I brushed a finger up and down his chest and giggled when he pushed me back against the couch and hovered over me.

"I still think that's the right thing to do, I'll make us some coffee and we'll actually have a real conversation."

I watched him head to the kitchen, grinning like an idiot because I apparently had the best boyfriend on the planet. If Giselle would mess this up I'd punch her in the face.

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