The Bet

Chapter 25

Nicole's POV

I woke up to the most amazing sight in the world, Emilia's flawless face that was nuzzled into my chest.

A silly smile crept to my face as I remembered last night. In the middle of my rambling, Emilia suddenly kissed me.

She kissed me!

And it wasn't a peck.

It was a full, deep, passionate kiss.

I can't help but remember her soft lips on mine. She tasted like raspberry, maybe it was her lip gloss.

Her tongue danced with mine in a perfect rhythm.

Unfortunately, the kiss ended as soon as it began.

Nothing happened, it was too early for that. She's not just a one time thing like the others. Emilia's the person that I would like to keep for as long as she wanted me.

Also, her past experience might trigger unpleasant memories. She was forced as a child so I the last thing I wanted was to force myself to her.

"You know it's rude to stare." She whispered without even opening her eyes. "I felt your heart beat. I knew your awake." She answered before I even asked.

"Sorry... But I can't help it. You're so beautiful." It was so cute when she nuzzled deeper in my chest to hide her embarrassment. She was blushing again. "Don't hide... You're really adorable."

"And you're such a smooth talker." She snuggled deeper and tighten her embrace. I really could

I pulled up her chin so she was facing me. "I'm just stating the truth Emilia. You're beyond beautiful... you're gorgeous and I'm so lucky to be with you."

"Nick..." She started in a serious tone. I looked into her eyes in anticipation for her words. "It's too early to be cheesy..." I raised my brow and my mouth agape. Did she just kill the moment? "Hahaha... you should have seen your face! It was priceless."

"How dare you make fun of me..." In a swift motion, I flipped up in the bed an began tickling her. "You're a very very bad girl..." She continued to laugh at my attack.

"Stop it... Please... Hahaha..." She begged but I'm not giving in. "Please... I can't breath... Hahaha!"

"Nopes! I won't stop till you said your sorry."

"Never!" She used an opening to shove me away and ran towards the door.

"You're not getting away that easily!" I manage to catch her before she opened the door. I carried her fireman style and dropped her back to the bed. "I'm not done yet."

When I was about to attack again... There was a sudden change in her behavior. She suddenly stopped laughing and her eyes were open wide and void of emotion. "Oh my goodness... Em... Are you okay? I'm so sorry..."

"Don't please don't!" She shove my hands away and crawled backwards. "Please no more."

What the hell did I do?

Emilia's POV

"I'm not done yet." Upon hearing those words, something was triggered in my memory. I felt my body tensed as flashes of images came.

Then the room suddenly became small and began spinning. The figure in front of me morphed into my nightmare.

I was back in my old room. I can clearly remember my lavender colored wall that was adorned with posters. The bookshelf in the corner was full of books. My study table that had some scattered paper.

And then there he was standing at my door again.

He was high but not drunk. He knew what he was doing. He's not interested in my mother anymore so he used me. The sight of him standing pant less sickened me. His shaft was already standing tall.

"You know what to do." He said in a deep and raspy voice. I had no choice but to oblige. I took my clothes off and lay on the bed. He was inside me in an instant.

When he was done, I tried to get up to clean myself but he grabbed my hand and shove me back to my bed. "I'm not done yet." He then showed me his manhood that was already hard. "We are in for a long night." He shoved my back to the bed and then everything went blank.

When I came back, a figure was telling something that I can't comprehend but I already knew what he meant. I already knew what's coming next.

"Don't please don't!" I shoved the figure's hand away and crawled backwards and pulled my knees to my chest. "Please no more." I begged. He always leave when I begged.

But then the figure didn't leave. Instead, it gently caressed my face and wiped away my tears. It was so gentle and warm. It couldn't be him.

"Shhhh... It's going to be okay... You're safe now... I'm not going to hurt you." I know that voice. I closed my eyes and shook my head and then the silhouette started to make a form. It was Nick. "Shhh... I'm not going to hurt you... It's okay.... Shhhh...."

"Nick!" I accepted her warmth as she covered me in a protective embrace. "I'm sorry."

"Shhhh... You don't have to say sorry... It was my fault after all." She comforted me. "Something triggered?"

"Yes... "

"Are you comfortable sharing it? It might help."

"Not today Nick... But someday."

"Okay... I'm really sorry."

"It's okay and thank you."

Nicole's POV

Something that I said triggered Emilia's memories. It must be something to do with Richard. As far as I knew he was the only source of her nightmares.

I tried my best to move as slowly as possible. I don't want to spook her or scare her away. She was crying now and begging me to stop. She must be reliving an old memories.

With little more patience and luck, I managed to connect with her. She buried herself to mine as she continued to cry.

She confirmed to me that something triggered but won't share to me.

"It's going to be okay... I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you." With shaky voice, she managed to say thank you.

"Em! Nick!" We both turned and saw Maddy at the door. She then ran towards he bed and Em did her best to wipe her remaining tears. "Em! Did you sleep here?"

Emilia nodded.

"Unfair! You got to sleep with Nick!" I laughed.

"You can sleep here tonight if you want."

"I want! You, me and Em! Sleep together! Yey!"

Even Emilia managed to laugh at her sister's innocence.

"I'm hungry."

"I'll fix us some breakfast."

"I want pancakes!"

"Then pancakes it is." Emilia left the room while Maddy stayed.

"Nick!"

"Yes little princess?"

"You like my sister?" What? Just where the hell did that come from?

"Yes." I answered, still confused.

"Don't hurt her. She's been through a lot." Wow! Am I really talking to a four year old? She's too mature for her age.

"I won't... Not intentionally of course." I promised.

"Good! Now let's play!" Now the kid in her was back. Or was she just possessed? Oh well... It's too early to think. "What are you waiting for? Come on!"

I think I just got myself whipped by those girls.