Page 38 of Falling for Nicole
Declan gives me a smile that might melt a weaker woman before telling Georgia to order whatever she wants and to meet him in his office.
What the actual fuck?
So this is how he’s going to play it now, is it? He’s going to flaunt his fuck buddy in my face, try to show me what I’m missing. Well, fuck him. He may have given me the best orgasms of my life, but his bullshit isn’t worth it.
I’m seething as I make Georgia a pretentious skinny venti latte with a sugar free caramel shot. What does she think this is, fucking Starbucks? I’m pretty sure I keep my musings to myself but the venomous look I receive as I hand her the bloody coffee makes me wonder if I was successful.
She saunters off in her too short skirt and disappears behind the office door to do fuck only knows what withhim.
How I’m feeling must be written all over my face because when Emily takes one look at me, she demands I go home and sleep it off. I want to argue, I want to stay and do my job, but I fear my temper is going to get the better of me as images of what could be going on behind that door threaten to drive me crazy.
Leaving my stuff in the office, I take a long walk home, hoping the fresh air will help clear my thoughts. I’m not only angry that he’s in there with her, but also that I was in there doing the exact same thing last night. Does he think he’s so fucking special he can just click his fingers and we’ll appear? I’m livid when I realise that’s exactly what he did to me last night. One slight interference and there I was. It may not have been my intention to sleep with him, but that’s what bloody happened.
The house is in glorious silence when I walk in, and it only serves to remind me about my lack of progress on finding my own place to live. I’m just going to have to bite the bullet and either pay more than I want, or move further out of town.
When I get up to my room, I do what I was desperate to do first thing this morning but didn’t have time for. I grab my notebook, and get it all down.
I guess I should be grateful that Dec has brought back my words, but at the moment I’m struggling to find anything positive in the whole disaster.
Declan
She has every right to be pissed off with me. I can’t even count the things I’ve done to deserve it on two hands, but the second I find out one of the girls sent her home because she looked like she was about to puke makes me feel equally as sick.
I knew bringing Georgia to the shack was a dick move, but I needed to know if Nicole was affected by everything that had happened. She left this morning without saying anything. If I didn’t know what had happened between us, I’d never guess from how distant she became as we walked back up the beach. She put a wall up so high, I knew nothing I said would get through. I needed to let her have her space, to get her head together…but that requires patience from me, something that isn’t my speciality.
I’ve tasted her, and fuck me if I’m not desperate for more. Her magical pussy has me under its spell.
I didn’t need to look at my phone to know I have multiple missed calls and texts from Lilly. I’ve no doubt Nicole was given the third degree about why she was coming home dressed in the same clothes as the night before.
“Lilly,” I state when I answer her next call.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I know she means business because she doesn’t throw fucks around lightly.
“I wasn’t, clearly.” There’s no way I’m admitting, even to my sister, that once Nicole was inside my office last night there was no way she was leaving until I’d had my taste. She’d wound me up to the point of no return with her sexy body, smart mouth and fiery temper.
“How could you do that to her? At what point did you think it was a good idea?”
“None of that really matters, now. It’s happened, it’s done. Can’t rewrite the past, sis.”
“Ugh, you’re unbelievable. Sometimes I understand why Nicole hates you so much.”
“Ouch.”
“Well, it’s true. You can be a right selfish arsehole sometimes, you know that?”
“I’m aware. Can we change the subject now?”
“If you must, but I want you to know that I’m really mad at you.”
“Noted. Georgia’s got the house sorted.”
“Damn it.”
“What?”
“How do you go from making me hate you to doing something that makes me love you again?”
“It’s just one of my many skills.”
