"You're the only drug I want to do."

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Breathe, breathe.

It's what I kept telling myself, but it was nearly impossible. At least not when Nick was so close to me, and I could feel the soft skin touch mine. The room is now boiling, and my body was on fire as his lips burned holes in my skin. It felt really good but, at the same time, it scared me; the effect he has on me. My eyes fluttered closed when I felt him leave small kisses on my stomach after what I just said. I take my bottom lip between my teeth. The anticipation is killing me. I had never wanted someone as much in my life, but Nick was different. I couldn't understand why the touch of his lips was so addicting.

"Maybe another time, darling." I heard him say, and my eyes shot open to face him. Nicholas slowly pulled away, fixing his hair a bit and took a deep breath. I opened my mouth to protest but stopped before I could say something and embarrass myself more. I couldn't tell him to just - Come back, please! - That makes me sound desperate. Am I? No! Of course not.

"W-What?" I whispered, lifting myself. How could he do that to me? Make me feel the need and then leave me hanging? This man irritated me, and I swear I wanted to kill him. One moment, I wanted him, and then I hated him. He always found a way to make things awkward, to embarrass me. I looked at him with wide eyes and moved away from him.

"You heard he perfectly fine, darling. If you thought seducing me would help you gain something, you were wrong. I have other things to do, like finish my painting, for example." He says, with a small smirk and stood up walking towards the big canvas which he usually positions in the middle of the room. I was shocked by what he just said, and I stood up with my eyes following him.

"Excuse me?" I asked in disbelief with a red, angry face.

"Listen, I don't have time to deal with you right now. The only thing you need to know is that I can get any woman I want, and I don't need a girl like you. I've made it clear that you will be nothing more than my model. Although, I must admit your attempt on me wasn't bad. In the end, I ended up seducing you, which, for you means you have a weak game for a Doll." He said with a frown at the end before taking his brushes in his hands and preparing everything. His shirt still open and his tattooed torso was visible, his tight jeans hung low on his hips, revealing his black boxers and his lips were red and swollen from the previous make-out session. I didn't know how he managed to look so effortlessly good, and that made me feel even angrier.

"I am not a girl!" I protested.

"Is that so, darling?" He smirked with amusement wand a sparkle in his eye, intensified his actions and my mood.

"Tell me, how old are you?"

"Nineteen," I replied with my arms crossed over my chest keeping a hard expression but inside, I hang my head low with a frown because I know he was right. I hate that.

"Exactly as I thought. Just a girl. I'm sorry, but I prefer older women."

Who does he think he is?

"You-I... I just did you a favor!" I angrily spat at him, even though I don't know what I was supposed to say if anything.

"Listen to me Doll, I don't have to pay for sex. I don't. I can get that whenever I want, with whoever I want, however I want it." He says, speaking slower and deeper as he finishes and tops it off with the perfect wink and smirk that makes my blood boil.

"Oh, and you didn't do me a favor, darling. I've slept with prettier girls. Now please, sit back down. I have a painting to complete."

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The music that Nicholas chose was playing softly in the studio as he continued working on his painting. The glass filled with whiskey waited on the coffee table for him, and he took a sip from it every ten minutes or so. The only other sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall. The brushes were moving against the canvas. I let out a sigh, looking at Nick, who lifted the glass to his lips before finishing, and using the back of his hand to wipe his lips. I looked at the ceiling and closed my eyes briefly and turned my attention back to him.

"Don't move." He said sternly, and I nodded my head. His right cheek had a bit of paint on it, and I smiled without realizing it, causing him to look at me again.

"What is it?" He asked with a soft frown.

"You have paint on your cheek," I told him, pointing to the cheek from where I was to show him. He let out a deep breath turning around with his back to me and placing his brushes on the table without a word. I was probably too immature for his liking. Whatever. I stood up and pushed my hair out of my face and quickly putting on my bra again. Nicholas wiped his hands on his jeans and then turned around to face me.

"We're finished for today. Dress up, and then you can go eat. I have a guest tonight, so I demand you to stay in your room." He says with a serious face and then walked away quickly without letting me talk, and I had many things to tell him. I groaned in frustration and ran behind him, shutting the door loudly behind me.

When he was about to shut the bedroom door behind him, I slipped inside. Nicholas turned in surprise to see me there, and I shut the door, resting my back on it, catching my breath a bit.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is my room, and you are not allowed to be here without my permission." He yells angrily at me.

"I want to talk to you," I said profoundly and confidently looking deep into his green forest eyes.

"Well, then it'll have to wait. I don't want to see you!" He grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, freeing myself. He was getting on my nerves with his fucking attitude.

"No, you will hear me. Who the hell do you think you are? I agreed to do this and listen to you as part of the deal, but it does not by any means give you the right to talk to me like that and say those hurtful things, I am a human being. I did nothing wrong for you to treat me this way, the only thing I ask from you is some respect! You have the weirdest habit of blaming me for everything even when it isn't my fault. That night in the hotel room, your friend almost took me by force and again, you made it look like it was my fault, but no, of course to you he is your friend and I am just another Doll, aren't I?" I snarled, raising my voice. Nick looked down at me and kept a straight face then sighed.

"Did you finish? If yes, then you are welcome to leave now." He said monotoned then removed his open shirt. I was shaking; he made me that angry.

"You're horrible!" But so hot, I thought to myself.

"I never said I wasn't."

"I hate you!" I yelled at him, frustrated, taking a step closer and pushing him as hard as I could with a low grunt, he stood there with the same expression. He didn't move the slightest bit.

"Nice to know," I swear I wanted to strangle him - after I kiss him first.

"I hate you because you make me want you so much, and then you ruin fucking everything!" I screamed again, without realizing what I said. My eyes widened, and I looked at Nick, who didn't seem to be fazed with anything I said. The room went silent, and after a few seconds, Nick finally let out a frustrated sigh.

"Forget that. I didn't even-" I quickly tried to cover up my mess, but I was stopped when Nick grasped my hips roughly and pulled me to him. He pressed his mouth onto mine instantly, my hands finding his exposed chest before he pushed me against the wall and took my hands in his big one to pin them above my head. His tongue pushed itself inside my mouth, and I gasped slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he ground his hips on mine, taking me by surprise. Again, this time, I wasn't thinking, I'm just letting him guide me. My insides were aching.

Suddenly his hands let go of mine, and they rested under my butt, lifting me up as my legs naturally wrapped around his waist quickly him closer to me without breaking the kiss. My fingers played with his curls, and I tugged at them, making him moaning between kisses. He started making his way to the messy bed and dropped me on top. His swollen pink lips were parted, and his face was heated as he hovered over me and attached his lips to mine for another kiss.

"I warned you. Now, it's not my responsibility." He breathed onto my lips. I couldn't speak, I could barely make out a sentence, so I nod in response. He inched closer, his fingers rising to brush the hair out of my eyes.

"Fine then." And with that, he locked our lips together and exhaling deeply against each other, mixing the cold and minty breath with mine. His hand palmed my thigh firmly, his grip tightening as he raised his hand higher and higher. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest, and I grabbed his broad shoulders, trying to relax.

"Relax, darling. I won't hurt you, physically anyway." Nicholas whispered in my ear, and I felt his index finger trace the outline of the bottom half of the black lingerie that I was still wearing, making me breathe unsteadily. His lips trailed down my neck and stopped right where I remember Daniel leaving his mark.

"I don't like seeing other men's marks on my girl." He groaned, continuing to move along my neck.

His girl?

I only nodded and stared at him with two wide eyes, curious eyes. He glanced at me, his eyebrows furrowing as he slowly circled his finger over the cloth of my underwear before I knew his hand slipped under the thin fabric. I gasped at the sensation, his hand making me quiver. My body is calling for him.

I whispered a low moan and Nick grabbed my chin with his other hand, kissing my jawline with open-mouthed kisses. He lowered himself on me, and I could feel his erection pressing on my thigh, making me blush a bit.

"Shh." He hummed. I sucked in a breath as his fingers trace my skin until there was sudden pressure pushing inside of me, causing me to whine into the mattress and fist the white sheets tightly. He started moving, increasing the pressure I was feeling, and I moaned, only this time not being able to hold back.

"N-Nick." I was getting closer with every move his skilled hand made, and I pushed my head back into the pillow as Nick left little kisses on my collarbones again. His pace and pressure increase and he has ignited something inside me. I arched my back as my eyes rolled behind my head with my eyelids fluttering and I yelped in ecstasy.

Nick stopped. He removed his hand from me and started to caress my thighs with his fingertips before removing my bottom half of the lingerie, pulling it down my legs. My heart started racing again as I was still trying to recover.

His eyes locked with mine and he stood up unzipping his jeans and taking them off. He threw them on the floor and reached over me to pull out a little square from the drawer next to the bed.

I broke eye contact with him and looked at the ceiling only to feel his warm breath on my chest, after a few seconds. What am I doing? His hand caressed my inner thigh before he positions me open to him. I wrap my arms around his neck.

"For someone who hates me so much, you seem to enjoy my touch a lot." He said with a smirk on his face, and I took my bottom lip between my teeth when he positioned himself near my entrance, teasingly.

"I do hate you." I half-whispered, trying to catch my breath.

"Well, we'll see." He said, biting my earlobe and just like that, one swift movement and he was pushing inside, causing me to close my eyes. He groaned quietly and started moving. His hands were flat on either side of my head supporting himself, and his hair fell in front of his forehead covering his eyes a bit, which I knew were looking at me and sweat was rolling down his neck. My breaths started to become hitched and short as the sound of his body moving against mine quickened, and I could see the veins on his neck were more visible.

"Oh..my...." I breathed, grabbing a fistful of his vibrant dark hair, pulling him down. Soft grunts escaped his lips, and his fingers dig deeper into my skin as he held me down onto the mattress by my hips. His eyes screamed of lust and hunger as he looked at me, and I moaned as I kissed his lips. His pace started to speed faster, causing my back to arch, and my head never left the pillow, and we break the kiss.

"Damn it." He hissed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him down closer to me, and I rest my head on the nape of his neck, trying to keep quiet. My nails were scratching the skin of his back, but he didn't seem to care.

"Come on, darling," Nicholas growled into my ear and then threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. The heat inside me was building up again, and I whimpered underneath him and felt the warm sensation fill me as we both reach out point.

He slowly pulled away from me and collapsed on the bed next to me, running a hand through his face and hair as I tried to control my breathing. I have never experienced something like this before. Never.

I quickly took the sheets to cover myself and stood up, staring at Nick, who had his eyes closed. His cheeks were flushed, and sweat covers his torso - his countless tattoos all visible for me to watch.

"Stop staring." He says, keeping a relaxed face.

"Sorry," I told him, putting a piece of my hair behind my ear and looking around the room. Anywhere but him!

And now what happens?

The anxiety came back as I started thinking of what I had just done, and I looked back at Nicholas again.

"I'm going to take a shower. I have a guest coming." He said, standing up and I immediately looked at his face, not letting myself glance down because I knew he was still naked.

"You were serious earlier? Who's coming?" I asked curiously.

"You don't have to know." He replied and disappeared into the bathroom. I sighed when I heard the water running, so I stood up covering myself with a sheet. I tiptoed out of Nick's room and into my room downstairs, closing the door behind me.

Whatever happened in that room was not something I regret. Not yet, anyway. I quickly changed into my clothes and walked to the door. Once it opened, I see Sandra's eyes greeting me.

"Hey." I smiled sheepishly. I put my hair in a messy bun.

"Where are you going?"

"Downstairs for dinner, of course," I told her nervously. Is it just me, or is she intensely curious as to what I'm doing all of a sudden?

"You know, Mr. Snow has a guest coming tonight." She told me.

"Yes, I know."

"And do you know who she is?" She asked me with her eyebrows raised, and her forehead wrinkled as she nodded at me. We walked into the kitchen, and I realized, did she say it's a she?

"Who is she?"

"Bianca Grades, she's that journalist from the party, remember? The one Mr. Snow always flirts with." She says.

And there he goes again, ruining everything.