AMORE MIO (on hold)

𝐢𝐢𝐢.

𝐠 𝐢 𝐮 𝐥 𝐢 𝐚

I soft moan escapes my lips as I roll over in the bed, snuggling further under the duvet. Not having to wake up bright and early every morning was the best part about coming to Boston, along with the lack of rules I had to follow and the required daily regime my mother had me follow. The freedom was what I missed the most about studying abroad.

My eyes fly open as I take a deep breath, realizing what had happened last night. I inhale the musky scent that surrounds me, followed by the warm dip in the bed that my body had just rolled into.

What the hell?

I quickly sit up, pulling the duvet up with me. I am no longer in my bodysuit, but rather just in the tiny, lacy bralette and thong that I had worn underneath, and my dark angel wings are gone as well.

With a frown planted on my face, I glance around the room. The curtains are pulled back slightly, letting in a thin beam of light through the sheer material that now covers the windows. My eyes flicker across the room, landing on my angel wings and torn bodysuit next to the bed, along with my heels.

I don't recall taking them off and as I glance down at the bed, I realize that I wasn't the only one who slept here last night. Nicolas must have come back into the room at some point, taken off the uncomfortable getup I had on, and gotten into bed with me.

Realizing that he spent the night in the same bed as me flushed, mainly because I'm fairly sure he isn't the type of man to sleep in pajamas. On top of that, him undressing me while I'm unconscious makes my skin burn, slightly embarrassed at the fact that he had felt the need to do so and that I hadn't woken up.

"Good, you're up. We're leaving soon," Nicolas' voice calls from the other side of the room and I snap my head around to look at him. He's completely naked apart from the small white towel that's wrapped around his neck. A matching one is being used by him to dry off his dark, wet hair. "You should grab a shower."

I scoff slightly, forcing myself to look away from his chest. His muscles are taut, flexing as he dries his hair with two hands. I hate how perfect his body is, from years of training and fighting, I'm sure. It doesn't help that his tan skin is littered with tattoos — something that I didn't realize I was into until I looked at him like this.

I shouldn't be looking at him like this. It's so inappropriate.

No, actually, what's embarrassing is the way that I allowed him to lock me in here while he probably went and fucked that god awful woman. How can a woman sleep with a man that she knows is engaged to another? I still don't understand that. Not that his behavior can be excused either, but as a woman myself, I can't seem to understand. If I had a choice, I would have called off this stupid engagement, but I don't.

"I don't have anything to wear," I tell him, trying to be as confident as I was when I stormed in here last night. I swing my feet over the edge of the bed, pushing the duvet to the side as I stand up. Nonchalantly, I stretch a bit, following as his eyes flicker over my practically naked body.

"But...it seems like you don't mind that," With a smirk, I march over to him, stopping when I'm right in front of him. "Is that why you stripped me down last night? What happened to you not touching me until I am of age?"

Nicolas stares at me blankly, shaking his head as if my accusation was the most ridiculous thing in the world. He can act all he wants, but I was there last night when his hard cock was pressing into my back. I turn him on and he wants me, even if he won't act on it right now.

"I didn't touch you. You looked uncomfortable in that crap so I cut it off. Plus, this way, you can't wear it again and prance around like a whore," he snaps, clearly agitated already. It seems like he's had a long day, although the day has just begun, which means that something must have happened after he locked me in here.