Bυввℓєѕ had realized she had no way of contacting Nick. he'd smashed all his previous cells phones and after he had been called away earlier, she'd realized just too late that she didn't have a new number for him after she'd been rushed away so quickly a week ago. After wandering the town for a little while, she spotted his car in the motel parking lot. She'd walk up to the car, looking in through the drivers window, not even sure what she was looking for but not really knowing what else to do, having no clue where he could be or why he would be at the seedy motel. It was a quiet evening and for this reason, she was able to hear voices from the upstairs floor. The motel was cheap, and cheaply made. The walls were thin and as she looked towards the voices, she saw sillhouettes at the window. Walking slowly up the stairs, she approached the door and knocked gently, hearing a womans voice on the other side making her frown as she leaned in towards the door and speaking, "Nick?? Baby, you in there?"
Nick had come to speak business with the woman, yet when she got a call, he quietly waited as she took the call. After five minutes he decided he wasn't that patient and he made a motion with his fingers, twirling it,indicating for her to wrap it up but as he eavesdropped he realized it was business she needed to take care of so he chose to leave. Approaching the door, he was ready to open it, when he heard Bubbles on the other side. His hand instinctively drew back from the door handle as if he had been caught doing something he wasn't suppose to be doing. After a second he realized he hadn't been doing shit, so he opened the door and quickly stepped out, his body nearly pressing up to hers on the narrow walkway. "Hey babe..."
Bυввℓєѕ cocked her head a little and looked at him inquisitively. "What were you doing in there baby? Who's in there?" Even as she spoke, she scolded herself. She hated sounding like a jealous girlfriend, especially as she wasn't officially his girlfriend. She wasn't officially his anything. That's the part she hated the most. Not being able to proudly say she was his. Having to just smile and deal whenever he was keeping up appearances with another woman. Even though she KNEW, she was the one he loved. Had always loved. She never had any cause to doubt that, and she still didn't. But that didn't stop her wanting to drag him away every time he was near another woman. She took his hand, pulling him a little closer as she leaned back against the balcony, forcing a soft smile at him in attempt to seem less like she was being a jealous nag and more like just friendly curiosity.
Nick allowed her to pull him towards her and he smiled. He knew what she was thinking and could tell she was trying to contain herself. He'd seen the look on her before and had heard that tone. She'd found him in situation with other women before and her reaction was always the same. She wasn't one to go off like some crazy jealous chick but she wasn't one to turn a blind eye to other women. Of course he'd never involve himself with another woman, she was all he'd ever wanted but it always amused him when she did the jealous girlfriend thing. "Ava's in there, you know the woman you saw me with at the club yesterday. We were discussing business but she got tied up. He glanced over the balcony then looked at her, his pale eyes glinting wickedly, "And you, what are you doing? You planning on staying in the hotel or were you looking for something?"
Bυввℓєѕ nodded when he explained about Ava. Not entirely happy about him hanging out with a whore, or whatever it is that she does, but more comfortable with it than him hanging out with other chicks, for the pure fact that whores don't give it away, and she knew Nick wouldn't pay for it. Hell, he'd never have to, women would throw themselves at him all the time. He was good looking, strong and the son - now the head - of a very powerful family. As well as being all cheek and charm, but with a dark mysterious side. he was the epitome of everything that made chicks drop their panties in the blink of an eye - And he knew it. But she had always been secure in his love for her. Flashing a grin at him as she pulled him to her even more, leaning her elbows back on the banister and looking up at him, her lips just inches from his, "I found what I was looking for baby."
Nick was tempted to pick her up and, after throwing the hooker out of the room, carrying her to bed and keeping her occupied for hours, but he had a better idea. Still smiling down at her, he leaned in further so their lips were nearly touching, "I think we should get a place together. Somewhere where we can do whatever we want without having to worry about anyone interrupting us. We've fucked on nearly every surface in this neighborhood, why not get our own place?" His ego played into the decision. He would've never considered such a thing while his father was alive, but who was going to tell him no now?
Bυввℓєѕ felt a broad smile spread across her lips at his suggestion, an excited squeak escaping from her lips as she slipped an arm around his waist and yanked him against her. It was true, they'd fucked all over town, in every alley, every abandoned of empty building, some buildings not even abandoned, they'd just broken in after dark. Sometimes they'd never even made it to any where quiet or private and had just fucked against a wall in the basketball court or wherever they were at the time as long as no one was around. They'd never been able to keep their hands off each other. Only when they had to, and even then it was torture. Looking around to see if anyone was watching before she brushed her lips against hers, "You wanna do that baby? Get a place with me?" She could barely speak through her grin as more excited noises escaped her.
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