"She was wrong for me on so many levels. For one, she belonged to another, and could never be mine. But even I, was powerless in the face of raw seduction and fiery heated encounters..." Quillon Ivante.
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"It's a truth universally acknowledged t...
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“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.” – Bob Marley
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Quillon's POV
My god, was that how she tasted? She tasted like chocolate and sex! A man could get used to kissing that. And tasting that. I could get drunk on her taste alone, and all my body's singing to me right now, is when next we can do it again.
We're both in my car. After our episode at the office, and my winning both games, we both came downstairs and entered my car. I already called one of my security teams to drive Nicole's car to my house. She was a smart girl. She'd packed all the things she needed already, in case she'd lost the game. Which she had.
I realized with a jolt, that no business deal I've closed since I started working, felt as good as the way I felt right now, for having won against Niccole. It was like my body clamoured for hers. Clamoured to possess hers. It wanted to mark her. Show the world that she was mine. She will be mine. It's a sure thing. If the kiss was any indication. It was just a matter of when.
Some thirty minutes later, we get to my house. I can tell she's really exhausted, because she's currently asleep and she looks fucking adorable. Making the decision not to awaken her, I get out of the car, go around to open hers, and gently carry her out from the seat and into my arms, smiling silently, as I feel her wrap her slender arms around my neck
Then I start heading straight to my five room lavishly furnished penthouse, with Nicole still in my arms.
Getting in, the security at the door, locks the door after me. I head straight upstairs so I can drop her in bed.
Entering one of the rooms, I deposit her on the bed, she looks so peaceful, I debate whether to leave or stay, but eventually, I decide to leave. Because I too, needed to sleep. Raising her to sit back up, I gently pull off her jacket from her shoulders, and her shoes, before gently laying her down back, against the pillows, then putting off the lights and walking out
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Niccole POV
The next morning, I wake up to a bed that's not mine, until the events of last night troops into my memory Gosh! Did I really kiss Quillon? Or rather, did he kiss me? Oh fuck!
Looking around the room, I notice that my clothes bag was already brought up here.
Getting out my bathroom essentials from the bag, I go over to the adjoining bathroom, take a shower, complete my toiletries, and come back to the room, feeling refreshed. I had packed my hair up to make sure water didn't get into it, because I didn't think Quillon had a hair drier just lying around, and I was right.
