//Chapter 25//

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"I can't think straight with you on my mind."

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[Nicholas]

The cold air blew with force hitting the trees making their branches move vigorously and the leaves on the ground to fly in all directions. I pulled the hood of my sweater over my head and continued my running as I listened to the music playing from my phone. Sweat was covering my forehead, and I was inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to keep my breathing even. It was still early in the morning, and the park I was running at was empty with only a few people here and there.

Running always helped me relieve my stress and relax, I loved the feeling it gave me afterward, and that's exactly what I needed. I was angry, but I couldn't even explain the reason why. Well, yes, yesterday I was pissed off with Angelina and the way she rejected me. I am not used to being turned down; that's not how I work. I should have been the one to reject her. That has never happened before, and it's always been my way. But what I felt wasn't only anger; it was also the want and the lust. The fact that she did that to me made me want her even more. She makes me furious, that's for sure, but she also challenges me, and that turns me on more than it ever should.

"Nick, I want you. Please, I want this."

"Please, Nick."

The way my name rolled from her tongue and begged me in her dream last night made me crazy, it took me a lot to contain myself, and the same happened this morning when I saw her in nothing but her t-shirt. The way she acts around me and the look of innocence on her face drives me insane.

I was starting to feel hot again, I was aroused, and needed to find a release. I haven't been with a woman since that night, and that's a long time for me. He doesn't want anyone but her. Only thinking about her caused this reaction out of me. I stopped, rest my hands on my knees, and breathed heavily. A rumble of thunder echoed, and immediately after that, the rain started pouring down. I looked up in the sky, letting the raindrops hit my face and blinked a few times. And I thought the weather in London was bad.

I straightened my posture again and continued running this time heading back towards the suite in the hotel. I had to take a shower and go to the company tonight, and I also had to get ready for the gala. I stepped inside the lobby pushing back my hood and walked to the elevator pulling the earphones out of my ears.

"Good Morning Mr. Snow." The blonde girl from yesterday greeted me, and I nodded my head, smiling at her politely. The elevator doors opened, and I got inside pressing the button for the penthouse. When I finally stood outside the door of the big suite, I slid in the card and pushed the door open getting inside. It was quiet in there, and I threw my phone on the couch walked to my bedroom but soon stopped in my tracks when the sight of a half-naked Angelina came into view.

She was only wearing a pair of jeans, her back was turned to me as she struggled to hook the straps of her bra. I sneakily approached her, not making my appearance noticeable and touched her soft skin with my cold hands making goosebumps appear on her skin. She gasped in surprise and immediately turned around with wide brown eyes looking at me.

"Nick? What are you doing here?" She asked me, placing her arm over her chest to hold her bra in place.

Instead of replying, my lustful eyes looked over her body feeling myself grow inside my sweatpants, and I grabbed the hem of my sweater, pulling it up and taking the wet cloth off of my body. I tossed it somewhere behind me, onto the floor and Angelina gulped as she stared at me amazed, waiting for his next move.

"Fuck this shit. I want you, now." I growled and ran to her attaching my lips with hers, quickly holding her to the wall. She didn't kiss back at first and she was resisting, but when my tongue slipped in her mouth, she gave up and grabbed me by my hips, bringing me closer to her; our bodies pressed against each other's and she moaned into the kiss. I was taking over her again, her intoxicating scent was making my mind hazy, and I felt drunk. I needed her.

I lifted her by her butt, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as her hands tugged at my long curls, making me groan in pleasure and arch my neck back, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. I walked away from the door and fell onto the bed. She was quick to change the position, with her knees on either side of my hips, taking my hands from her ass and pinning them above my head. Her face was now just a few inches away from mine. Her breathing was uneven and her heartbeat was rising as she gazed down at me. She knows she is in control, but it actually didn't bother me. I liked it. She lowered her head down to my lips and left soft wet kisses down my jawline and neck reaching my collarbones. She started moving her hips slowly against me, feeling my erection through the pants I was wearing and sucked on my skin, making sure to leave a mark.

Her mark.

I moaned, releasing my hands with ease from her grip and placed them on her waist, pulling her down and making my hips grind even firmer against her core, and she hissed in pleasure, throwing her head back when I grabbed her breasts roughly. Soon her jeans were lying on the floor, and my pants followed. She forced herself back down against me, rubbing herself across my lap, causing me to look up and raise my eyebrow in curiosity. I placed one last sweet kiss on her collarbone and lifted my head up to look at her in the eyes.

"You like that?" I questioned darkly, my eyes clouded with lust. Angelina moaned in response as she felt the outline of my length sliding between her clothed folds.

"Tell me," I breathed. Any hint of embarrassment or nervousness disappeared as she obeyed my request. Tucking her legs against the sides of my body, she placed her hands on his sweaty torso and began to rock back and forth. Nick reached forwards to help her movements, his hands pulling and pushing her waist until we were entirely in sync.

"Yes..." She moaned, keeping her eyes fixed on the spot between my legs. The sexiest sound she has ever made, her moan.

"Oh my god Nick, I'm so cl-close." She said with a trembling voice, and I groaned underneath her. My nails dug into her skin but she couldn't even be bothered with the pain as she slowly felt a rise in her core.

"Wait for me, baby," I whispered in her ear. She pressed her torso against mine, keeping up the fast pace and grabbed the sheets in her hands. I never thought that something so simple would feel so great, and I felt myself reaching my climax.

But that was before a phone was heard inside the heated room. I tried to ignore it and finish what I started. However, it wouldn't stop, and that made me groan in frustration as I gently pushed Angelina away from on top of me. I moved on the bed and reached for the phone that was on the bed stand, taking it angrily in his hand.

"What? " I answered, annoyed, and I heard laughter from the other side.

"Someone is grumpier than usual," Enrique said, causing me to roll my eyes. Seriously. Couldn't he find another time to call?

Fucking idiot.

"What is it 'Rique?" I asked him, not replying to his comment.

"You have to come to the company as fast as you can, we have some guests. It's about that important deal that I was telling you about." Enrique told me, and I nodded my head, my eyes moving to Angelina, who was resting on the bed covered with the sheets and facing the ceiling.

"Fine, I'll be there soon," I reassured him and hung up, standing up from the bed and running a hand through my wet curls. I felt hot, bothered, and I feel myself inching, begging for release, but I had to go to work.

Damn you Enrique and your bad timing.

"I have to go. I will bring someone here to help you go get a dress. We are attending a charity event tonight, and you are going to be my date." I told her, and she turned her gaze towards me with lips parted.

"Your date? " She asked me tiredly standing up a bit.

"Yes, Angel, my date."

"Okay." She gulped and looked away slowly. I saw her cheeks heating up after noticing what just happened. She was dry humping with me just a few minutes ago, and it felt amazing.

I cleared my throat walking away, getting inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and slipped out of my boxers. My erection hit my toned stomach, making me hiss. I needed a release, really bad. Stepping into the shower, I turned on the cold water and let it hit my body as I lowered my head down, letting my curls get soaked. I closed my eyes, taking in a sharp breath and wrapped my hand around my throbbing member.

[Angelina]

I flipped the page of the gossip magazine I was looking at sighing deeply when I saw Nick's name written on it with big letters. A picture of him was below the title of the article, followed by two more pictures of him and me taken when we were at the airport in London.

"Nicholas Snow steps out of the shadows and brings a lady with him."

I continued reading the article carefully, moving at the edge of my seat when I saw that they had also written about me on it. But the things they were saying weren't so pleasant. They were making fun of me, for the way I looked and dressed and they weren't hiding the fact that they hated me.

"She isn't good enough for such a man like Snow."

"The way she dresses is hideous, and she looks like a teenage girl."

"She looks poor. What did Nicholas find in her? He would look better with a woman in his class."

I pushed the magazine away after reading their mean comments and threw it across the room, running a hand through my hair. Why are they talking like that about me? I have to speak with Nick when he comes back and ask him to clean this mess up. He left after what happened without saying anything else, and since then he hasn't called. The last thing I need right now is the media talking shit about me.

I know for a fact that Nick did what he did at the airport yesterday on purpose, he wanted people to believe that we are together and I'm pretty sure that the reason behind his request for me to be his date at the charity event tonight has to do with this. He is using me.

But so am I

A knock was heard on the door, making me jump up quickly and fix my shirt. I looked around the room to see if everything was alright and checked myself in the mirror. I look decent, I think. I rushed to the door when another knock was heard and opened it wide to reveal a pretty middle-aged woman.

"Hello, Miss Starr." She greeted me, smiling politely, and extended her hand out for me to shake, and I gladly took it.

"Hi," I replied, taking a step on the side to let her get inside. She walked past me, leaving behind a trail of her expensive perfume. I was about to close the door, but she stopped me.

"Oh, my dear don't. My co-workers will come, too; they are just bringing the stuff here." She said, and I nodded my head, looking at her with confusion. What is happening here?

"Okay, fine," I said, walking next to her. I motioned for her to take a seat, and she smiled at me, pulling me by the hand gently to sit with her.

"You are a lovely young lady Miss Starr, Mr. Snow told me, but I didn't believe him." She confessed, observing my face and I blushed, looking down at my feet. Did he really say that? She laughed pinching my cheek lightly, and I looked at her taken aback.

"And cute too." She finished laughing a bit in the end.

"Erm...thank you," I replied awkwardly. I don't even know her name.

"My name is Melissa Bale. I forgot to introduce myself to you. I'm here because Mr. Snow wanted me to prepare you for the event you are attending tonight."

"Nice to meet you, and thank you again. I need some help." I told her truthfully as I glanced at the magazine lying on the floor. I think she understood my insecurity and placed her hand on my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

"I saw what they were saying about you don't worry about it, love. Mr. Snow was hiding from the paparazzi for almost five years and for him to appear suddenly out of the blue and with a beautiful woman next to him caused a bit of chaos. They are jealous and nothing more, Mr. Snow isn't exactly bad looking you know. They will talk about you now, and tomorrow they will not even remember your name. That's how this business works." She said and stood up, leaving me there to stare at her with wide eyes. The way she talked and her appearance showed a strong and independent woman. Something I'm not.

At the same moment, a few people entered the suite, holding hangers with various dresses and big bags. They were all dressed professionally and had name tags on their t-shirts. I stood up to let them place everything on top of the couch. A bold man around thirty came up to me taking my hair in his hands and playing with it before turning me around to look at my body.

"Not bad, not bad at all." He said, looking at Melissa.

"Have you ever considered modeling? " She asked me. Is she serious?

"No, not really. It's not for me." Right now I want to escape this hell that I'm living in.

"You should, but anyway I'm not here for that, I'm here to help you." She moved towards the dresses that they had brought with them and took one in her hands. It was beige and straightforward, simple, but at the same time, pretty. She came back and showed it to me, waiting for my response.

"It's pretty."

"This was Nick's choice to be exact. He wants you to wear this dress, but judging by your response, you are not that impressed." She said, looking down at it, and before I could say anything, she interrupted me.

"To be honest with you, I don't like it either. It's not for you, and you should wear something more sexy and bright to compliment your nice body and innocent eyes. I think I have the perfect dress for you. You are lucky that I remembered to bring it with me." She exclaimed with excitement evident in her brown eyes, ordering one of her assistants to bring it to her. The girl disappeared out of the door and came back after a while holding in her hands one of the most beautiful dresses I had ever seen. Simply stunning. Melissa took it in her hands, running her fingers through the fabric and smiled at me.

"Now this is what I call a dress."

"Oh my god, Melissa, this is perfect," I said, taking it in my hands. It was a long crimson dress with a long slit on the left side and short sleeves. The top part was see-through so you could see the collarbones and a bit of the skin between the breasts and in the waist, it was slim with a simple detail on it.

"Try it on, come on Susan help her," Melissa said, clapping her hands for emphasis and I was about to go inside the bedroom to change, but she stopped me.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Inside to change."

"Oh no, no change here. We don't have time for that. We are all girls here. " She said, and my eyes trailed to the bold guy who was standing in the corner of the room and fixing his purple scarf around his neck.

"All girls, Julio is not a problem." She said again, and I exhaled deeply giving up and letting the assistants undress me and put the dress on me.

"I'm jealous right now. Oh shit, it looks amazing, Melissa." Julio exclaimed approaching me and slowly walking around me admiring the dress that Melissa chose for me to wear. I turned around to look at myself in the mirror and gasped once I saw how beautiful it looked, it was so elegant looking, and it made me feel like one of those rich ladies that I saw in the magazines. Let's see what they will have to say now. I ran my hands down the soft silk material spinning around a few times and smiling widely. I loved it.

"It's stunning Melissa."

"Everything Melissa makes is stunning; her hands are pure gold, honey. That's why she is in the top three biggest fashion designers in the world." Julio said, throwing his hands in the air and I immediately looked at her with surprise.

"Really? I didn't know." I told her apologetically. Fashion was always something I never bothered to follow.

"There are many things you don't know young lady. Maybe someday when you decide to join us, you will learn. Now come here and let me make you more beautiful. I have the right hairstyle to go with your dress."

And here we go.

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"Thank you for everything Melissa and Julio. You really helped me a lot, and I appreciate it." I thanked them and hugged each one of them tightly. They were both so kind that it amazed me after all the stuff that was written about me.

"No problem, love. It was a delight to work with you, and I hope someday we do it again, only more professional. Here take this; it's my card." She said, searching through her bag and then handed me a little pink card with her name and phone number on it.

"Now go, the car is waiting for you at the entrance. We will clean up everything here and leave soon. Don't worry. " Julio said, patting me on the back as he pushed me towards the door. I blew them a kiss and started running on my heels to get downstairs to the lobby. I was late as always. Nick would go directly to the event and told me to meet him there; I'm sure he will be angry with me for being late. I touched my hair to make sure that it was still in place and it wasn't flying in all directions, Julio decided to do something simple and curled my hair creating big, voluminous locks and then swept it to the side. Once I reached the hotel entrance, I took a deep breath and stepped outside to find a limousine waiting in front of me with the driver holding the door open. I got inside thanking him and placed my hands over my lap as I took in my surroundings. It was huge.

As we drove to the place where the event was going to be held, I looked outside the windows at the bright lights of New York. It looked nothing like London, but I'm still not sure if I preferred it. Big screens everywhere, music and loud sounds, crowded squares. It scared me a bit, to be honest. It's not a place for me.

Soon the car came to a stop in front of a vast building. The driver got outside and walked around the car to open the door for me. I could see paparazzi gathered in front of the big entrance, but I ignored it, as Melissa advised me to do, and got out of the car carefully. I straightened my posture and smiled as I started walking on the red carpet. The building in front of me was white with massive, thick columns supporting it and plenty of windows. The outside where I was at the moment had flowers and trees decorating it, and a small fountain stood in the middle with an angel statue on the top. I looked down as I walked through the flashing lights coming from the paparazzi's cameras and approached the entrance door where two men in black were standing. They smiled politely at me and pushed open the doors making the inside visible.

I blinked a few times as the bright light hit me and I walked in, lifting a bit of my dress so that I didn't step on it. That would be embarrassing. I stopped on the top of the staircase and looked down to see that the place was crowded and soft classical music, like the one Nicholas listened to, was playing in the background. A man came up to me and helped me take off my coat before motioning for me to join the rest, but I felt lost, I didn't know what exactly I was supposed to do so I just stood there frozen. Some

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