❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that.
He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes...
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P.O.V Angelina
Had I not sober, I wouldn't have believed Nicolas said that at all.
He left me in his room dumbfounded.
That wasn't even the worst part, when I got back to my room, I saw Advil on my vanity with a glass of water, so obviously I took it. But right after I went into the shower and all the memories started coming back.
From the moment we went into the club, to the time we got out. And I couldn't even believe myself or Nicolas.
Nicolas literally punched a guy, and I was dancing with the guy. Furthermore I fell asleep on Nicolas lap, and he was right I did tell him he was 'hot' and many more things I'll never say, in my life. I mean yes he was good looking but why would I say that.
I don't want to point fingers or anything. But this is definitely Angelo's and Ivan's faults.
I shouldn't have accepted the drink, now I really regret it.
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I was sitting on my bed watching out at the garden, mesmerized by the masterpiece, bursting with life and colors.
The window was open, the air filled my bedroom with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, like a symphony for my senses.
The greenery is lush and abundant, with tall trees providing shade and tranquility. It's a place where you can lose yourself in the beauty of nature, finding peace and inspiration.
I was broken out of my thoughts by a car door slamming shut, then the sound of tires getting getting farther and farther away.
Nicolas was gone?
Only Nicolas and I were home today, because Angelo had work to do with the rest of the guys.
Therefore it was only Nicolas and I, and if he was gone that means I am here alone. Well not alone, 'alone' there are still guards outside of the house but I was free.
The sound of knocking snapped my attention to the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Angelina? Are you in there?" The sound of a man said, in a forced English accent.
Walking over to the door, I opened it to see a tall man standing in front of me.
He's got this professional and serious look on his face. He's got on a sharp uniform, like a snazzy shirt with a logo and some cool pants. You know, the kind that screams authority.
"Hey, good morning." I said my voice low.
He kinda looked scary, but his voice sounded so sweet.
