The nerve of that little prick. I am so sick and fucking tired of Nick and his bullshit. Why do I put up with it? All he does is judge me and basically tell me I'm a bad person that makes all the wrong decisions. Thank God I snorted a little pick me up in his bathroom, it should get me going real soon. Soon enough so I can think of something, anything other than Evelyn and Nick; the two biggest thorns in my side right now. As I walked towards the door I heard my name,
"Ms. Locke you have a message." I turned to see the concierge smiling at me,
"What?" He walked over to me and kept his voice low,
"Mr. Richardson would like to speak with you. He asked that you please wait for him." I frowned at him, trying to think if I knew a Mr. Richardson but I drew a blank,
"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person." He shook his head and suddenly he pointed towards the elevators,
"There is Mr. Richardson." Kevin, what the fuck does he want? I don't feel like listening to his apology for yelling at me the other night. He walked towards me like he had some type of purpose.
"I have a few words to say to you." I sighed,
"Look, I appreciate the apology but don't worry about it. I really want to get out of here." He shook his head,
"This isn't an apology. It's about you and Nick." Oh great, little Nick felt the need to go and run to his friend. I don't have time for this shit,
"Whatever happens between Nick and is not for you to worry about. I don't know what he told you but it's really none of your business." He shook his head and placed his hand on my back and we walked towards the elevator making sure not to cause a scene. That's all I needed, something else to be in the newspaper because I know the lawsuit and restraining order will be all over the place in just a matter of time.
Once we were on his floor I pulled away from him,
"Tell Nick 'I'll see him around'. I don't have the time for this I have other things to do." He snatched my arm,
"No, you're going to listen to what I have to say." He pulled me into what I assume is his room and sort of shoved me. I turned and looked at him,
"What the fuck is your damn problem?" He was tall and broad like Nick and I knew if he didn't want me to get out of this room I wasn't going anywhere. At least, not unless I picked up something and bashed his head in. That wasn�t outside the realm of possibility at this point.
"You are the problem. This is the second time Nick has up and left without security and without letting someone know where he is because of you. What did you do to him?" I shook my head and crossed my arms,
"What goes on between us is between us. It's none of your fucking business. Get that though your big head." He licked his lips and he seemed to turn red right before my eyes,
"It is my business. We are family. That's my little brother." I couldn't help but laugh at that one,
"Oh that is such bullshit. Save it for your pathetic little fans and an interview." He shook his head and walked closer to me,
"If you had a decent bone in your body then you would know what it is like to be close to people and love them." He doesn't know me. He knows nothing about me and can't even begin to make a statement like that. As far as he was concerned the only negative incident is the one at the concert the other night and that was hardly worth talking to me the way he just did,
"Hold the fuck up asshole. You don't know shit about me. You and this caring all-knowing attitude of yours is such a crock. First of all, you don't care too much and you guys aren't that damn close or you would know Nick-" I stopped myself just in time. If I blurted that out Nick would never forgive me. It was something he told me in confidence and it was something none of his band mates knew. He told me how he had talked to his mother and had her draft a letter to his record label letting them know he was going to quit the group and music all together. She wrote the letter and he signed it. On his way to fax the letter he received a random call from a fan. He didn�t know how she got his number but he did know after listening to her tell him how their music helped her she was the reason the group was still together. The guys never knew he was about to quit and even his fan didn't know what impact she had on him. He never told anyone except me and I wasn�t going to betray that trust even while I was angry with him.
�I would know Nick what?� I shook my head,
�Don�t worry about it.� I began to walk towards the door,
�If that�s all of my lecture then I�ll be going now.� As I walked past him he grabbed my arm and shoved me against the wall.
�Get the hell off me-� He tightened his grip,
�Shut up.� This guy is crazy to say the least. There was something about the look in his eyes that caused me to just do what he said. Suddenly my mouth and lips were dry and I licked my lips as I watched his chest rise and fall. I looked up and into his eyes and suddenly there was just something about the way he looked and the way he looked at me. My hands, which were attached to his arms for support, gently squeezed his biceps and I could see it got to him. My high that I had been waiting for kicked in and kissed him on the mouth. At first, he tried to fight it but once I grabbed his cock through his pants, he was excited, he let out a moan and I knew he wanted to have sex with me. I mean, what man didn�t want to have sex with me? No man has ever said no to me and I wasn�t going to let him be the first. As the kiss intensified we made our way over to the bed as we ripped each other�s clothes off. His body was perfect to me, just like one of the male models. He was defined and hard but not bulging and his tanned skin seem to glow.
�Do you think you can handle me?� He threw me on the bed and I approved of his body as my eyes ran up and down.
�I hope you don�t think you can handle me?� He seems to be confident I like that. He lay over me and his tongue slowly left his mouth and traced my lips as his fingers began to work me. I was more than ready and I knew that surprised him by the look on his face. He didn�t waste much time and quickly he was directly on top of me as he lifted my leg and entered me. His head lay in the crook of my neck as I wrapped my legs around him. I moaned out,
�Fuck me.� He stepped up to the task and penetrated me harder. As he slammed into me I could hear him groan. I pushed him off of me and sat down on his cock. I don�t know if it�s because I don�t like him or what but I wanted to be the best fuck he has ever had. I held his hands over his head and grinded into him, not letting up until his eyes closed and he groaned out. He wanted to free his hands from mine but I wouldn�t let him. He began to grunt and I leaned forward, working him faster. He rolled us over and grabbed my legs, placing them over his shoulder. This wasn�t going to be an easy victory for me and I was happy.
I didn�t bother to say anything to him as I put my clothes back on. I didn�t bother to take a shower I just wanted to get back to my hotel. I was coming off my high and I didn�t have any more cocaine with me; it was back in my luggage. I closed the door behind me and walked down the hallway smoothing out my clothes as I moved towards the elevator. As the elevator opened I prayed no one else was in there because I know I smell of sex. Once the elevator door opened I wanted to scream,
�What are you still doing here?� I didn�t know what to say to Nick as he stood there and looked at me.
Chapter 72
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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