This is a story set in the 19th century London, forgive my lack of knowledge on the setting but enjoy. I own nothing but the storyline.
All that's heard in the sweet streets of London besides the usual bustle of the residents and the unusual passing of doves nearby are the footsteps of Ms Miley Ray Stewart as she hurries to the dock not just anyone would ever enter. With a look of unhappiness planted on her gorgeous face and her figure hugging house dress collected in her right hand as she hurries to the dock. She pushes past men twice her size and opens the grand doors to be faces with him. Oh how she loathed him, the cocky bastard, the handsome cocky bastard. Staring at her with amusement as his plump pink lips turn into a smug smile and his chocolate brown eyes fill with desire and lust. She hated the way he could get away with just about anything, a wealthy business man whom everyone adored. The man who could own a mansion the size of Paris but decided to live on a boat. More than just a boat but still, a boat. He oozed in confidence and arrogance but that seemed to attract even more people, especially the ladies who seemed to be drawn in by his devastatingly good looks and gorgeous curly brown hair. But Ms Miley was not the same.
"Nicholas!" she growls, "Nicholas, you, you incompetent bastard!" she shouts as she lunges for him suddenly being stopped and caught in one of his men and struggling to be let free.
"Ah Miley Ray," he begins with a smirk on his lips and lust in his eyes, "lovely to see you as always."
"MISS Miley Ray to you, you fool. How dare you?! This is a new low, even for you Grey."
"Whatever are you talking about Miley?" he asks acting confused.
"You know just what I'm talking about! Let me go!" she struggles in the man's grasp and tries to kick herself free when Nicholas signals to let her go and she drops to the floor. She gets up with a huff and pushes her bangs out of her face and strides towards him pointing her finger.
"MY best friend, you took away my best friend you ass, when you know the condition she's in, why?!"
"'Cause, m'dear, she may be your best friend but she's still my sister and I can take give her the treatment she needs."
"Cut the bullshit Nicholas! You've never given a damn about your sister, you drop in you drop out, give her back to me, she was perfectly fine with me!"
"Just call me Nick, m'dear-"
"I am not your dear, not for as long as I live, now give me Selena so I can go and forget about your little devil face." She snarls.
Nick quietly approaches her in complete silence and runs his hand through her long brunette hair with natural blonde highlights inserted in them as she jerks her head away, he uses his finger to turn her face back to him and stares into her bluer than the clear sky eyes and lets his eyes travel down her body spotting all her curves, her breast, her hips, her tight ass and her long legs before he travels back to her eyes and begins to whisper in a husky voice.
"Sweetheart, I think we both know, you do not want to forget my face, and I definitely do not want to forget yours."
She snorts and pushes him away, "Just give me Selena so I can leave."
"My sweet, I'm afraid that is not possible, however, there is another option" he informs her with a wicked smile.
"If it's but another invitation to your chamber, you already know the answer."
"Intriguing but no m'dear. You see, I cannot release my sweet sister to you, however I can allow you and your other friend to stay here in my humble abode until my sister's full health is restored."
"What? Me and Demetrea, stay here. You must be crazy!"
"It's either that, or you do not see sweet Selena until her health is back and that may take months."
Miley starts to think of his proposal and stands there in silence for a few moments.
"We stay until Selena is better and then we leave and you do not bother us again?"
"If those are your wishes, yes."
"Fine, we stay," she says almost sounding uncertain then catches a glimpse of happiness in Nicholas' eyes but quickly shrugs it off and regains her composure, "now let me see her."
"No, not until you and Ms Demetrea have settled so you can deliver the news to her together."
She snarls at him before looking at him once more, turning and marching out with her gorgeous hair bouncing as she moves and muttering under her breath. Nicholas smiles to himself, quite proud of what he's been able to achieve and licks his lips as his eyes land on her firm bottom before he turns around to explain his recent endeavour to his most trusted companions as a certain little Ms Ray's eyes, gorgeous face and body plays on his mind.