A/N: I couldn't help myself, haha! You guys are amazing for reviewing. I got three and like five alerts which is amazing! Thank you so muchhh. It's short and sweet actually it's a little Rated M, so heads up! Oh and I've written the next one too, hopefully the chapters may get longer; if you're lucky meee darlins'

This story is a little 'naughtier than the others' bear that in mind. ;)

Thank you: CyrusJonasLove95, JDBFavoriteGurl and as always; LifesAClimb11 :))))

Chapter One;

Miley walked through the door, careful not to slam it shut behind her, "Nick, I'm home." She shouted throughout the house.

"Finally," Nick shouted back. Miley knew straightaway where her husband was as she walked throughout the apartment and into their study room, "How's Joe been keeping up?" Nick spat carelessly.

It took Miley a few seconds to process his tone of voice before she decided to answer, "What the hell is so wrong with me going over to your brothers home!" Miley shot back, she could feel the anger building up inside of her as she walked into the room properly; seeing Nick sitting at his desk working.

"Well it seems to me that you spend more time over there than over here, should I be worried?" He took his eyes away from his work to stare her down

Miley halted at the spot, "What are you trying to say?" Worry stuck to each word.

Nick chuckled coldly, "For all I know there could be something going on between you guys; my brother and my wife. Fancy that." He spat coldly, standing up from his chair. He caught a glimpse of hurt flicker through her soft oceans; the eyes he fell in love with, the eyes that showed him more feelings than any other human being and once he saw the hurt flash through them a thick wave of guilt crashed over him.

"How could you say that?" Miley hissed, "I could never do that to you, I would never want to Nick." She felt the tears forming all over again but she couldn't let them fall; she needed to stay strong.

Nick watched as every form of her broke into little pieces from his previous sentence, "Mi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by -"

"Stop doing that Nick," Miley roared, she stepped closer to him so their faces were inches apart from one another, "How could you ever say something like that? What type of woman did you think you married because you certainly are imagining the wrong one!"

Anger flushed over his guilt as he felt her hot breath tickle his cheek, "Maybe the one who spends more time with other men then her husband!"

"Other men?" Miley laughed without any hint of humor, "I seek comfort off your brother because I never get any from you." She spat; her body was shaking with anger, something Nick always found a turn on.

Nick knew what was coming next as he watched her raise her hand, he felt the hard slap hit his face as she clenched her teeth but before she got a second hit in Nick quickly grabbed onto her small yet deadly hand, "Oh no you don't." He smirked.

Miley gasped at that familiar smirk, "No." She spat numbly.

"You are such a turn on when your mad Miley." Nick's smirk grew wider as he pulled Miley's body closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around her curvy frame so that she couldn't go.

"No Nick." She hissed, but her body disagreed with her mind as she pressed herself against him; feeling his already hard manhood touch the inside of her delicate thighs. She felt herself almost drool as his soft lips captured her neck earning a soft moan from her.

His lips left her neck as he started to kiss his way towards her lips; soon they were both captured into a passionate kiss, Miley stopped fighting against the will to break away and instead ran her hands through his famous curly brown hair. Still fighting for dominance between the two, Nick picked her up in his arms and carried her to their chambers, he left the door wide open as he chuckled her onto their bed before climbing on top. He kissed her neck again, this time it was in greed as he fiddled around with her dress. She unbuttoned his shirt as she unzipped her flowing dress; soon they were both thrown to the floor leaving Miley in only her underwear and Nick still in his pants.

"Nick I'm still mad at you." Miley muttered, trying to not buckle underneath the hot atmosphere between them. Nick was already unzipping his pants as she was talking; soon leaving him in only his underwear. He smirked at her body for a few seconds before pulling off his boxers; showing Miley his fully erected member. He tugged away her underwear as he watched her squirm to hide her body; a body that was always capturing in any mans eye.

"I know you are," Nick chuckled, any sign of anger was gone from both of their voice, "But making love to you becomes so much more hotter when you're mad at me." He smiled sweetly at her, both their faces had the same expression. He pulled away her hands from covering her curvy body just to get a long look at it before he ravished her. Both of their moans filled the room as soon as Nick lost his member inside of her.

"Nick?" Miley asked a few hours after of intense love making; something they hadn't done in a while. Her head was placed on his hair-free sweaty chest, her arms wrapped around his body.

"Mhmm?"

"I'm sorry." She croaked, gaining the strength to talk to him properly, she heard Nick sigh sadly before he kissed the top of her head.

"We'll get through this Mi, we'll get through this together." Nick put his index finger under her chin before lifting her head up so that they were facing eachother, "I promise you that I'll get better at being there for you."

"Really?" Miley smiled, lifting herself up so that she was resting on his body as they both faced one another.

"Yes, as soon as I get home from work every day we'll work through it all, be there for eachother." He smiled at her sweetly, capturing her in a loving kiss, "I really do love you Miley and we'll work through this."

"Thank you." It was all Miley could muster to say as she grinned from ear to ear.

They both looked at one another for a few minutes.

"But Miley," Nick paused, sighing sadly at his wife. He was still in love with her, even when he didn't act like he was, "I don't think I can try again." He muttered.

Miley gulped, feeling her world crash around her, "But Nick, you've just said -"

"I said we'll work through this together, I didn't include that I wanted to try again Mi. Truth be told but I never want to try for another child. I'm not ready now and I don't think I will be for a while." He watched as her face dropped, how he felt her crumbled on top of him, "I'm sorry Miley."

"No no.." Miley stuttered, "It's fine, you're not ready. I get it Nicholas." She whispered sadly, she slowly captured him into a sad kiss before getting off him and gathering her clothes. The tears threatened to fall all over again, but she controlled herself. She had to be happy if she wanted to survive this ordeal: if she wanted to keep Nick.

"Mi!" Nick sighed, sitting up on the bed.

"I'll go make us some food," Miley turned to him, plastering on a smile. "Better yet I'll do it naked." She winked towards him before dropping her dress and walking out, leaving Nick to think about his words and her reaction. He already concluded that he broke her heart when he told her he didn't want to try again; at least for a long time. She still needed to know everyday how much he loves her, how much he's in love with her and always will be. No more hiding his heart away.

"Let me help you baby." He shouted from the bedroom before getting up and running towards the kitchen; engulfing her from behind as he took in her now sweaty scent. "I love you." He whispered in her ear as his arms drapped around her curvy body.