I officially suck, I know, I know... What can I say? Summer school has been biting my ass and let's just say I've been a drama magnet. What's more I lost sight of where this story was going... So I need to work on that! Plus I feel like it isn't really realistic... oh well... For now... enjoy!
Chapter Twenty Eight
"What do you mean you're going to be staying at the hotel?" Nick's confusion and hurt was palpable from the next room. I took a deep breath as I carried the last box out into the living room where my boyfriend was standing, his expression contrite.
"Nick-"
"I was unfair when I accused you of judging and I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it?" His expression was pained and his body stance was rigid.
"It's not just about that..." I tried to explain calmly.
"But it is." He retorted, his tone growing louder.
"We haven't even been together for two months!" The lack of sleep and the emotional upheaval of the previous days were making me more defensive than usual and I knew I had to be rational if I didn't want things to get out of hand.
"And we love each other. We merged the hotels and we're managing them together. What does that say about us, Miley?" He was growing frustrated and impatient, so unlike his usual calm and patient self.
"That we move way too fast? That we're stupid?" I bit my tongue as the last sentence slipped out of my mouth, instantly regretting my words. "I-" He held his hand up to silence me.
"Stupid. I get it now." He nodded his head solemnly, the passion in his eyes translating the swirl of emotions he was feeling inside.
"Nick-"
"Thanks for being honest with me." The sarcasm was heavy in his tone. I cringed.
"Nick, please." He shook his head and headed for the main door. I was about to call out to him when he suddenly stopped and turned around.
"I decided to trust you... I told you something no one knew besides my close family. You asked me to trust you enough to confide in you. So much for no judgement, huh?" He let out a dry chuckle.
"I'm not even going to bother answering that." I shook my head at him, determined to walk away when he was being this immature. Unfortunately my blabber mouth took over: "Do you really think that what you did as a teenager changed my view of you? Are you really that insecure?" My voice was rising with every word and I could feel my face heating up. I was angry, and rightly so. "Come and find me when you've grown up and realised that I am being the reasonable one here."
And with that, the door slammed. Like I said... immature.
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"Miss Stewart, where should I put this box?" One of the hotel staff asked politely. I smiled warmly at the young man and scolded him for calling me by my full name.
"Mister Jonas wouldn't like it." He let the sentence slip without thinking. His eyes widened, "I mean-", I silenced him with my hand and let out a chuckle.
"I'll have a word with him."
"Oh no, ma'am-" I playfully glared at him. "Right, Miley." Saying my first name seemed to take a lot out of him. I laughed at his innocence. He was a hard worker and had been clerk at the hotel since his 16th birthday.
"You can put the box down now, Sam." His face registered surprise at my knowing his name and then a ghost of a smile crossed his features. I congratulated myself. This was the type of manager – or whatever my position was – I wanted to be. I wanted to know each of the employees by their names, I wanted to make their work life agreeable, something I had taken for granted at the magazine until Liam had come along and bullied his employees.
"Hey, you, can you give us a moment?" I turned around to find Nick standing by the doorway of the hotel suite I would be using for as long as it took for me to find an apartment. Sam nodded and scattered away. I shook my head and glared at my boyfriend.
"He has a name you know." He sighed.
"Miley-" I turned around and busied myself, taking out some clothes and storing them into the large wardrobe. I couldn't look at him, not now when I was so tired and so easily won over by his stupid charm. I had to learn how to be tough.
"Babe-" I melted a little. So much for being tough. I willed myself to not turn around. "I- I think you might be right-" I turned around.
"Think?" I raised a challenging eyebrow. "I am right, Nicholas."
"And I understand that you think that and I should be more accepting of your decision... it's just that-" He was pacing now, his hands ruffling his curls. He was agitated. I laid the clothes that I was holding onto the bed and took a few steps towards him.
"I lost my best friend to steroids." I blurted out. His head shot up and his eyes grew wide like saucers. He stopped mid step, understanding dawning upon him.
"Oh Miley-" I lifted my hand to stop him from whatever it was he was going to do to comfort me. I needed to be able to think clearly.
"Stefan's father wanted him to go pro. College basketball, hell even NBA if he could." I laughed bitterly. "He drove his son to death because he wanted to live his failed dream through his son." I wiped at a stray tear and took a deep breath to settle myself. "So imagine how I feel when you tell me you could have easily done the same thing!" My voice came out louder than I expected and I glared at him. "It wasn't about judgement! It was about memories and imagining you in that position. Do you know how that made me feel?" I was yelling by the time I finished my rant and tears were streaming down my face like an unstoppable waterfall. Goddamn men and their egos. "You and your petty comments can go to hell."
"Miley, I had no idea-"
"Of course you didn't!" I laughed humourlessly. "Didn't keep you from throwing out accusations though, did it?" I wiped at my cheeks angrily.
"Mi..." And just like that I was in his arms, his strong arms pulling me to him while I struggled to keep him away.
"No!" I tried to resist, tried to push him away. In vain. He was obviously a lot stronger and he was determined to hold me, whether I wanted it or not.
"I'm so sorry," he kept whispering, his voice thick with emotions, "so so sorry, baby." His lips repeatedly brushed the top of my head, his arms securing me to him in a strong hold. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that... I'm so sorry I scared you-" I chocked back a sob and slumped against him, exhaustion taking over. He manoeuvred us towards the bed, pushing off the clothes I had dropped on it earlier with one hand while he held me up with the other. He sat me across his lap and I curled up against his chest, my legs folded up against my chin. He cradled me to him and I couldn't remember a time when I'd felt him hold me so tight.
"I love you so much and it's been so little time... It scares me." He admitted. "I push people away when I get too close to them. That's what I do." He rambled on. "But I'm going to change, Mi. I won't pressurise you, I won't throw accusations that were uncalled for-" I felt something wet against my forehead and lifted my head. He was crying.
"Shhh..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and shifted so I was straddling his legs. I pulled him to me, my heart breaking at the sight of his suffering. "It's okay..." I whispered softly, dropping kisses against his neck. "You can push me away as much as you want..." I swallowed hard. "I'm not going anywhere." He buried his face into my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin. I shivered.
"I-I don't know what I'd do without you... I don't understand how I can love you this much so fast. I don't understand why I want to spend every single second of my life with you. I just-" he shook his head and pulled away so we were eye to eye. The intensity of the emotions swimming in his eyes shook me to the core. Our lips collided, our tongues finding each other just as our lips touched, our hands reaching for each other desperately. I moaned when he tugged on my hair, forcing me to throw my head back. It was all the access he needed to suck and nibble on my neck while working the buttons of my blouse.
"Tear it off." I told him impatiently. And just like that, all the buttons of my favourite silk blouse went flying all over the bed and floor. Didn't care. I tugged at his tie, slipping it out of its knot. His hands brushed across my stomach, sides and towards my back and with a quick flick, the clasp of my bra was undone. I shivered as his cool hands travelled back to the front, pushing my bra aside so he could access my breasts. His lips were back on mine before I even had the time to push his shirt off his shoulders.
I couldn't recall ever being kisses like this. Such want, need... such desperation. My belly twisted with anticipation and arousal like never before. Was it possible for sex to get even better? I didn't think so. I moaned at the slightest brush of his hands against my skin, panted at the brush of his lips and lost it at the combination of his hands and mouth on me.
"Nick!" I sounded so desperate I should have been embarrassed but yet again, I couldn't think clearly enough to care. He groaned at the feel of my bare legs squeezing his legs together and his hands did quick work at hiking my skirt over my hips.
"I need you." He whispered against my skin, his fingers hooking into the strap of my panties. "Now." I helped him get rid of my panties before I pushed him away and concentrated on undoing his pants. He lifted his hips long enough for me to slide them down and then I was on top of him, sliding down on him in one thrust of his hips. Heaven.
His hands held my waist tightly, helping me gain momentum while his clouded eyes stared into mine. His jaw tensed every time he filled me, the veins of his neck bulging as he fought for control.
"Let go." I murmured against his lips, feeling my own orgasm approaching faster than I would have liked.
"Your first." He commanded. There was something undeniably sexy about the way my sweet, sweet Nick, always so considerate about others, became this bossy in bed. I let out a strangled moan when his hips began working faster, his hands holding me up just enough for him to thrust in and out as fast as he could. I braced myself on his shoulders, the feeling in the pit of my stomach growing stronger and stronger, my vision clouding... And then I was on my back and when his skilled hand joined the mix I was so far gone I barely registered his body slumping against mine.
"Whoa." He panted from above me, his lips brushing over my forehead as I struggled to get my breathing under control.
"I know." I lazily smiled up at him. He smiled softly before rolling over so he was lying next to me. I followed quickly, holding myself up with my elbow. I watched as he pulled the sheet over our bodies, the muscles of his back bunching up under his lightly tanned skin.
"I feel the same way you know..." I cupped his perfectly shaved jaw and sighed. "It scares me too..."
"Is that why you're here?" He motioned to the hotel room. Was it? I wondered.
Weird chap in my opinion... will work on the next chapter asap. No promises on updates... I don't wanna update for the sake of updating... I wanna upload stuff worth being read by you guys and when it doesn't, I just rather not update. Sorry! Thanks for sticking with me...
