Hey, it's Maddie! Thank you guys so much for all the reviews on the last chapter! We really like hearing what you guys have to say. This would've been out sooner but I was gone all weekend for the conference tournament for soccer. We have the next chapter ready too so the more reviews, the faster you get that one! ENJOY! Oh, and this chapter is a little more, sexy, so, yeah.
Nick woke up, his face smushed in his down pillow. His arm was stretched across the other side of his bed and he felt nothing. He opened his eyes and looked around, not finding his girlfriend anywhere in his bedroom. Stretching out, he rolled out of his bed and stood up, grabbing a shirt off the chair. He trudged to the kitchen, finding Miley sitting at the peninsula, on his computer with a newspaper next to her.
"How long have you been awake?" He asked, yawning, while pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"A few hours, I think."
Nick hadn't known Miley for long, but he knew her well enough to know when she was upset. And he hated seeing her like that. After she lost her job, she just hadn't been the same person.
"What are you doing?" He asked, putting his hands on her shoulders and squeezing.
"Looking for a job." She didn't look up, and Nick could feel the tension in her shoulders as she went from website to website.
"You're going to be okay Miley. Even if you don't get a job right away." Her head snapped up to look at him. Uh oh, Nick said something to make her angry.
"Nick, after my last check and after paying rent at the end of the month, I'll have less than a hundred dollars in my bank account. Do you know what that pays for?" She pointed to a vase that held some fake flowers on his counter. "That stupid crystal vase. Actually, probably not. Probably just the fake flowers."
Nick didn't speak for a while. He had never had to deal with that before. He'd always been very fortunate when it came to money. Miley sighed and looked back at the computer, not moving her hands at all, then gazed up at him. "I'm sorry... I'm just stressed."
Nick hugged her waist from behind. "It's okay, Miley. I know you are, and I just want you to know that I'll be there for you no matter what. If you need anything, you can come to me."
"I really can't take anything from you. I'm an adult and I can deal with my money problems." She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you though."
Nick smiled. "Well, let me help." He grabbed the iPad off his kitchen counter and sat next to her. "What kind of job are you looking for?"
"Anything that pays over minimum wage, but preferably something within the major that I graduated with."
"Well then let's get looking." Nick brought up Safari on his iPad and searched New York publicity companies. There were plenty of them; he just needed to make some calls to see if there were openings. Maybe even with the publicists that he paid to find his.
After about an hour of searching, Miley closed the computer. "We can look later. Are you hungry? I could make eggs or something."
"You don't have to. Why don't we go out to breakfast? I know this place that has amazing waffles." Nick suggested.
"Sure. Just let me brush my teeth." She stood up and rifled through her bag. "Oh no, I forgot my toothbrush. Gross."
Nick laughed. "It's okay. I actually bought you one that you can keep here."
Miley smiled and blushed. "You did? That's so sweet, Nick." She kissed him and then backed away and covered her mouth. "Morning breath. I'm gonna go use my new toothbrush."
Nick shook his head and pulled her in for another kiss. "Your breath is fine."
"Thanks but I think I'm still going to brush them, it's hygienic. Then we can go get breakfast." She kissed him one last time and walked into the bathroom.
Nick followed her in there. "I was thinking... You should probably bring some clothes over here. You always have to re-wear what you were wearing the night before when we go to breakfast or something."
She looked at him, toothbrush hanging from her mouth, and nodded. "Mhmm."
"I can clear out a drawer for you."
She spit out the toothpaste. "I spend most of my time here anyways so why not?"
Nick chuckled. "Exactly."
"Aren't you going to brush your teeth?" Miley rinsed out her mouth with some water and spit it into the sink.
"I was just waiting for you to be done." Miley wiped her mouth. "And now you are." He stepped up to the sink and began brushing his own teeth.
Miley set her new toothbrush down and walked into Nick's bedroom. He barely saw her lift up the shirt she borrowed and throw it in the hamper. He rushed a little bit through brushing, but when he rushed into his room, Miley already had her jeans and tank top on. Damn.
"Disappointed?" Miley laughed.
"Yes, I was hoping to see you in nothing."
She blushed and shook her head. "Sorry, bud. Maybe later." She winked at him and suddenly Nick couldn't wait. He was so ready to get her naked and have his way with her.
"I'm going to have to take you up on that." He pulled off his T-shirt and pulled on a short-sleeved button down shirt, then opened his drawer to grab a pair of jeans. He saw the Tiffany's box for the necklace he had bought when he was with Alex and covered it up more before pulling a pair of jeans out. He wasn't going to give it to Miley right after she lost her job. She would never take it. Pulling on his jeans, he shut the drawer and smiled at Miley. "Let's go."
Miley slipped her shoes on and grabbed his hand. They got into the elevator and rode it all the way to the garage.
When the got to the restaurant, they were seated immediately. As soon as they sat down, Miley's phone went off. She looked at her caller ID and groaned. "Son of a bitch. It's Kinley. I guess I'll see what she wants this time." She pressed answer and put the phone up to her ear. "Hello?"
She was silent for a while, listening to her sister speak. Occasionally Miley would roll her eyes at something that was said. Finally, she spoke. "Sure I'll come. And I'll bring my real boyfriend. Bye Kinley." She hung up. "I hate her."
"What did she say?"
"She said she has a fashion show at Bryant Park tonight and wants me to come with anyone including my 'imaginary boyfriend.'" She used her fingers to emphasize the quotations.
Nick laughed. "She doesn't believe that you're dating me?"
"No, she probably does but can't accept it." She paused. "So please tell me you aren't busy tonight."
"Even if I was, I'd cancel so we can push our relationship in her face. That'll probably make you feel better." Miley smiled and leaned across the table to plant a kiss on his lips.
After they ordered, a girl, no more than thirteen, walked up to their table. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, but I was wondering if I could have a picture with you Nick."
"Of course." He stood up and wrapped his arm around the young girl.
Miley stood up too. "Here, I'll take it." She grabbed the camera and took a few pictures. The girl said thank you and walked back to where her family was eating breakfast.
"That was cute. Does that happen all the time?" Miley asked, taking a sip from her glass.
"Usually. I'm pretty used to it by now."
"So, what's going on with the recording company? How much more of the album do you have left?" Miley wondered after their food arrived.
"I have a few more open spots left. It's so nice not be blocked anymore. Everything's been turning out really well. I kind of want to do a concert or something soon." Nick took a bite of his waffle.
"So you're writing like crazy again? I wonder how that happened." She smiled, already knowing the answer.
"Believe it or not, girlfriends always help with the whole writing process."
"I'm glad I could be of service. Am I gonna be able to hear them?" She asked.
"Of course. But I need to perfect them first."
"I'm sure they're already perfect. But I guess I'll be patient." She paused. "So, what do you think I should wear to a fashion show? Have you ever been to one?"
"Just Danielle's. I usually wear something semi-fancy."
"I don't have any fancy clothes." She laughed at herself. "The closest thing I have to high fashion is Target."
"I could buy you a fancy dress." Nick suggested.
"No, I don't need you to buy me anything."
She was so stubborn. "But it's mostly for me. You know, so I can see you all dressed up in a sexy dress." Miley laughed, but shook her head. Nick decided to suggest something else. "What about if I call up Selena? She has tons of dresses she never wears. You could borrow one of those."
"That I could do."
Nick pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Selena. She texted back almost immediately, giving his idea the okay. "She says she'd love to lend you a dress. We can go over to her and Justin's apartment after breakfast. I'll just hang out with Justin while you two play dress up."
"Okay." She paused. "You know, as much as I love to rub you in Kinley's face, we could just stay in tonight and watch baseball."
Nick laughed. "Yankees or Mets?"
"Yankees." Nick's smile widened at the name of his all time favorite team.
"Good. Can't be dating a girl who likes the Mets."
"So shallow..." Miley joked.
"Well I guess if you liked the Mets I'd forgive you. Just because you're so sexy."
"Oh I'm so glad. I knew my looks would carry me through life."
Nick chuckled at her blatant sarcasm. "As tempting as a night of baseball seems, I think we should still go to the show."
"Fine."
They talked and ate for a little bit longer, then Nick paid and they walked hand in hand out of the restaurant. The couple was greeted by a few too many paparazzi. Nick held Miley close to him as they wove through all the men. Nick pulled open the passenger door of his car and Miley got in quickly, escaping the photographers.
Nick got in on the other side and looked at her. "Sorry about that. They're so annoying."
"I always forget about them, so I never put on makeup."
"You don't need any. You're beautiful without it." He saw the heat rise on her cheeks and she looked down. He loved when he made her blush.
"Thank you." Nick pulled out, careful not to hit any of the paparazzi.
Nick turned east on the road and started driving towards Justin and Selena's apartment.
"So, how is Selena when she's not completely wasted?" Miley wondered.
"She's normal and much less annoying."
"Well that's good. Was she the same way when you guys dated?"
"Not really. We were both young and she didn't drink as much. Now her and Justin party all the time. But she's still just as nice as when we were together."
"Tell me about the last girl you dated."
"Well, she was a lot older than me. I dated her for the wrong reasons, and that's why we didn't work out." Nick told her, leaving out the part about him sleeping with her a little less than a month ago.
"How much older?" Nick didn't blame her for being curious.
"Umm... Eight years." Miley's eyes widened. "I know, I know. But she didn't look that much older."
Miley giggled as the car slowed down, stuck in traffic. Nick sighed and turned to her. "What about your last boyfriend?"
"Well, we dated for a couple years. Broke up about four months ago, stopped seeing him about a month ago."
"Like, you kept hooking up with him?" Nick asked and Miley nodded. "Why did you stop?"
"Well, we broke up because we thought we were better as friends, but with loneliness and alcohol we kept going back to each other. Then he met someone else and we stopped. But it's okay because then I met you and I would've stopped it with him anyways."
"So you're one to get lonely easily?" Nick smirked at her and Miley smacked him on the chest.
"You're so dirty sometimes."
"I can't help it when you say things that make me want to rip your clothes off." Nick leaned his head over and kissed her neck.
Miley looked around. "Do you think we'll be stuck here long?"
"Probably. I'm almost always stuck for a while." Miley smiled mischievously then sat up, moving her legs over so she could straddle Nick in the driver's seat. Nick grinned. "I could get used to this."
Miley leaned forward, kissing him. "I felt a little lonely in my own seat."
Nick groaned and grabbed her sides, pulling her body against his.
After a very public make out, the traffic started moving again. Miley fell back into her seat, still smiling.
"Well that was fun." Nick said, putting his hand on her thigh. He pulled down Justin and Selena's street and parked along the curb. They got out and walked up to the door, pressing the correct buzzer.
"Yes?" It was Selena's voice that was heard through the speaker.
"Hey Sel, it's Nick and Miley."
"Oh, hey guys! Come on up!" The buzzer was heard and they walked into the building. They took the elevator up to the 20th floor and got out, knocking on their door.
It swung open right away. "Hey!" Selena hugged both of them. "I'm glad you guys are here! Come in, come in." She ushered them in and Nick walked towards the living room where Justin was watching ESPN. "Hey man."
"'Sup Nick?"
Nick looked over, listening to his girlfriend and Selena talking.
"So, you need a dress? Where are you going?" Selena asked her.
"A fashion show. My sister is a designer at Vera Wang." Miley answered.
"Fashion shows are easy. You just have to go with the current trends." Miley looked at her confused. "I'll help you, don't worry. I've been to plenty to choose from."
"Thanks." They exited into Justin and Selena's enormous closet and Nick turned back to the TV.
"So why are you going to a fashion show that isn't Danielle's?" Justin asked, his eyes still on the TV.
"It's Miley's sister's. She's a major bitch to Miley and I guess she was a huge fan of mine. So we're going to basically go brag."
"Sounds like... Fun?" Justin glanced over and laughed.
"Well Miley's been kind of down lately. She lost her job and making her sister mad is gonna make her happy." Nick told him.
"She lost her job? Why?"
"They wanted someone more qualified, I guess."
"Why don't you just give her money? You have enough to pay for everything in her life." Justin suggested, taking a sip from his beer. He nodded down at it. "Want one?"
"No thanks. And Miley's very independent. She doesn't like taking anything from anyone."
Before Justin could respond, Miley walked out wearing a floral dress that was very tight to her body. Thank you, Selena.
"Doesn't Miley look sexy as hell?" Selena asked, following behind her.
"Fuck yeah. You look hot." Justin butted in before Nick could respond.
Miley looked semi uncomfortable with Justin's comment, but then she glanced over at Nick.
"Damn you clean up good." Nick stood up and wrapped his arms around her. "You look amazing."
Miley laughed. "I'm glad you like it."
She turned to Selena. "Thank you so much, Selena."
"It was no problem." She smiled.
Miley looked back at Nick. "I'm just gonna go change back into my other clothes then we can go."
"Take your time." He planted a kiss on her lips and she grinned, walking back into the closet.
"You clean up pretty well yourself, Mr. Jonas." Miley said, straightening out his bow tie.
"Well thank you." He grabbed her by the waist and they looked in Nick's giant bedroom mirror. "We're a sexy couple."
Miley giggled and leaned down to slip into the Jimmy Choo heels that Selena let her use. Nick smiled at her. "You seriously are so beautiful."
Miley blushed. "And you are very handsome." She kissed him on the cheek. "Alright, enough talking about how good we look. Let's go."
They walked outside the front of the apartment building, where Nick had called a town car to pick them up. Miley shook her head. "You like being fancy, huh?"
"I mostly just didn't want to drive." She laughed and walked towards the car, opening the door for herself. She slid in and Nick got in next to her.
The fashion show was incredibly boring. Nick didn't care about seeing a bunch of wedding gowns. The only thing making it semi bearable was Miley tracing little circles on his thigh. She was paying attention, but Nick didn't think she cared much either. The models all came out and did there little clapping walk thing, and Nick knew the show was finally over.
"Do we go backstage or what?" Nick asked her.
"Kinley said she'd meet us out here." Miley looked around, searching for her.
"Nick?" Someone said from behind him. He turned around and saw Danielle.
"Hey Dani. What are you doing here?" Nick asked her.
"Vera designed my wedding dress. I left it up to the professional for something that big." She answered, giving him a hug.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here with my girlfriend Miley." Nick pulled her to his side. "Miley, this is Danielle..."
"Your brother's wife? Demi's told me all about you." Miley said, putting her hand out. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too." Danielle smiled at her, shaking her hand.
"Miley! I'm so glad you're here!" A petite blonde woman ran up to her and wrapped her arms around her.
"Yeah, hi Kinley." Miley hugged her back lightly. She then grabbed Nick's hand and placed it on her ass, standing as close to Nick as she could.
"And this must be Nick..." She held her hand out for him. Nick shook it.
"Hi. Oh, and this is my sister-in-law Danielle. Dani, this is Miley's sister Kinley."
They all finished their introductions and Danielle left.
"I thought we could all go get drinks." Kinley announced. "There's a nice bar across the street."
"Sure, let's go." Miley said, grabbing Nick's hand.
When they got to the bar, they took their seats at one of the tables. Kinley ordered three shots of tequila for them, and Miley went to object, but she stopped.
"So Miley, where'd you get that dress? You couldn't possibly afford anything from Rebecca Taylor." Kinley wondered, already being rude.
"I borrowed it." The shots came and Miley took hers right away.
"From who? Demi can't afford it either."
"I have other girl friends." Miley told her, crossing her leg and putting her hand on Nick's bicep. She put her other hand on his thigh.
"Whatever. So Nick, what made you choose my average sister?" This girl was such a bitch. Nick understood why Miley hated her so much.
"Well, she's the furthest thing from average. She's the best girl I've ever dated." Miley smiled at him and gave him a kiss. She lingered for a while, dragging it out.
"I remember when she had this giant poster of you on her wall. She would kiss it and stuff."
"That was you." Miley shot back.
"Oh Miley, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. You were young." Kinley ordered herself a martini and crossed her arms on the table. "You sure have grown up, Nick. You were so cute back then but now... Damn. You're sexy."
Nick could feel Miley's grip on his arm tighten. "Thanks...?"
"Too bad I didn't meet you before I got engaged." She took a sip of the drink that someone just dropped off at the table.
"Seriously, Kinley. He's MY boyfriend. Stop hitting on him." Nick laughed as Miley grabbed the full shot glass from in front of him and downed it.
"Miley, you might want to slow down. Don't want to develop a drinking problem." Miley gritted her teeth.
"Well, I have to get up early tomorrow... Miley and I should probably go." Nick stood up. "It was... um... good to meet you."
Miley stood up and left with him, not saying anything to Kinley.
As soon as they were outside, Miley groaned. "That didn't make me feel any better."
"She really is a bitch, Miley. Sorry you have to deal with that."
"I'm used to it. She's been like that forever." Luckily Nick had called their driver, and the car was already waiting for them.
"Well let's go back to my place. We can cuddle up on my bed and watch a movie." Nick said, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the side of her head.
"Sounds perfect."
Back at Nick's apartment, Miley walked straight into Nick's bedroom. She pulled off her dress, leaving herself in only her bra and underwear. "Kinley just pisses me off. She's always been better at everything. School, sports. She's always been more popular and prettier than me and she just loves to push that in my face."
"Miley, you are ten billion times more beautiful than your sister will ever be. Who cares if she's got a better job or if she was more popular in high school? You're a much better person now."
Miley smiled and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pulled away and looked up at him. "I've never felt like this before with any other guy."
"Me neither. I really really, really like you, Miley." He pressed his lips against hers. "Are we crazy? We've only know each other a few weeks."
Miley shrugged. "I don't really care." She leaned in and kissed his neck slowly, untucking his shirt from his pants.
Just then, Nick became fully aware of how little clothing Miley had on. She looked sexy and sweet at the same time, a near impossible combination. But she did it without even trying.
She began unbuttoning his shirt, painfully slow. Finally, she slid it off his shoulders, trailing kisses up from his neck to his mouth.
"I didn't want to rush anything between us, but I can't take it anymore." Miley whispered against his lips. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her, then picked her up and threw her on his bed.
"I'm surprised I even lasted this long." Miley laughed and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him again.
Nick woke up the next morning, his arms around the most beautiful naked woman he's ever seen. The connection between them was great, but the sex was even better. Waiting had definitely been worth it and he was glad they did. It made him want her so much more.
Miley's legs moved a bit then one of her eyes opened. She smiled at him and pushed her face in his chest.
"Good morning, Mi."
"'Morning." She reached up and pressed her lips against his. "Last night was amazing."
"Better than amazing. It was the best sex I've ever had." Miley blushed and nodded, agreeing with him.
"What do you want to do today?" She asked, sitting up and pulling the sheet up around her.
"Just lay in bed, maybe repeat last night..." Nick pushed her back down.
"Sounds perfect. What time is it?"
Nick reached behind him and picked his phone up off the bedside table. "11:30."
"We should order lunch." Miley suggested.
"Maybe we can get the doorman to bring it right up to us in bed." Nick added, smirking at her.
"That would be embarrassing." She laughed.
"Hey, what are you doing during Fourth of July weekend?" Nick asked, randomly, an idea popping up in his head.
"No official plans. Why?"
"I have a house in the Hamptons... Maybe you could come up with me this summer. You could bring all your friends and I could bring mine." Nick offered, hopefully.
"That sounds like so much fun but do you think our friends will get along? They are so different." Miley looked up at him.
"Well, if they don't then we can just lock ourselves up in the master bedroom." Nick raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"We should do that anyways." Miley smirked and rolled them over a bit so she was on top.
"Oh, you wanna go again?" Miley smiled and Nick took that as a yes. "Let's go, Cyrus. You're on."
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