* Please review! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this story out. I have a sick kid*
" What is wrong with her?" Nick snapped as he stared down at Saint while she sat on the bench outside of the bar. She was giggling at nothing.
" She had a couple of shots. She's just buzzing a bit." Jones said. Nick frowned and grabbed her arm.
" Let's go." He said to Saint as he tugged her up.
" Look, why don't I just take her home? Let her sleep it off?" Jones said.
" No, you have done enough." Nick said so fast that Jones stepped back. " It's not even noon and she's drunk, here with you. I think you have done more than enough."
" I didn't get her drunk." Jones said.
" Just never mind." Nick said.
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Nick had one arm around Saint's waist while he held her other arm across his shoulders. She was giggling as he tried to force her to walk. She would stumble and make him jerk her up. He yelled at her to stop laughing but it only made her laugh harder. Nick grumbled as he took out his key and slipped it into his hotel room.
" You're going to lay down and go to sleep. This is the last time you are getting this drunk again, do you understand me?" He snapped. " This is stupid."
" I don't want to sleep." Saint whined.
" Stop fucking whining." He said as they stumbled into his room. He almost dragged her to his bed. He yanked the covers down then dumped her on the bed. She giggled which made him even angrier. "Shut up, Saint!" He barked. He bent down and started to slip off her little black Van's shoes.
" Travis is usually the one who takes care of me when I'm drunk." She muttered.
" That's because he wants in your pants." Nick said. " Lay down."
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" Where is Saint?" Travis asked Jones when she walked back into their loft a little while later.
" She got drunk and I had to call Nick to come and get her. He took her to his hotel room." Jones said.
" Is he staying at the Holiday Inn again?" Travis asked.
" Why do you care? You going to go and call her a whore some more?" Jones bit out.
" I didn't mean it." Travis said softly.
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Saint groaned when a knock came to the hotel room. Not that the knock would hurt her head anymore then Nick's loud TV was. Nick sighed and got out of the bed. He grumbled as he made his way towards the door. She knew he would be pissed. He hated it when she drank and hated it more when she was drunk. He felt it was unladylike. Like swearing and tattoos.
" What do you want?" She opened her eyes when she heard Nick snap.
" Ah, is Saint still here?" She held her breath at the sound of Travis' voice.
" She's sleeping because she's drunk." Nick said.
" Well, I just wanted to talk to her. I wanted to make sure she's okay." Travis said as he tried to look behind Nick.
" Why won't she be?" Nick snapped.
" Go away, Travis!" Saint called out as she pulled the blanket over her head. Nick smirked and leaned against the door.
" I guess she doesn't want to talk to you." Nick said. Travis frowned and put his hands in his sleeves.
" Look, I just want to say I'm sorry." He said to Nick. " I'm sorry, Saint!" He called out. She pulled the blankets cover her head more. Nick shook his head.
" Yeah, I'll pass the message on." He said as he rolled his eyes and shut the door. Travis frowned and backed away from the door. There was no point in knocking again. There was no way he was going to get to talk to her. He turned and walked away.
Saint kept her eyes open even though she couldn't see pass the blanket. She heard Nick slid the lock in place a second before he started making his way back to the bed. He was still pissed at her, that much she knew. And if he was pissed, he won't want to have sex. So she didn't care. She was glad he was made because she wasn't in the mood for sex. They hadn't had sex together since his last visit, a year beforehand but it wasn't anything she'd write home about.
" He likes you." Nick said as he sat back down on the bed.
" No, he doesn't." Saint said.
" Ah, yeah, he does. He always has. He stares at you too much and Derrick touches you. I'll be glad when you're out of there. In fact, " she felt the mattress move as Nick stood up. " you are sleeping here tonight. I'm going back to the loft and getting your shit. You need a shower. You're not sleeping in the bed with me smelling like a mini bar. I'll be back."
A hot rush of tears burned her eyes. How did it get this bad with them? Had Nick always been this way? No. Yes. He had been the ' hot' guy at her school. Even the seniors wanted him but he went after her, little Saint Winters. He had asked her out then paraded her around the school like a prize. He had helped her with everything. He told her what clothes looked good on her, the hair styles and make-up she should wear. He had made her feel pretty and when they entered the tenth grade, she had given herself to him. Then when her mother being arrested, Nick had stuck with her. Yeah, he was a little controlling and bossy but that was because he cared about her, right? He just wanted what was best for her. That was what he had always wanted, wasn't it?
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Nick knocked on hard on the loft door then waited for someone to answer. He had never agreed with her living with two guys and a girl she didn't know but Saint had done it without asking. He had been pissed and he hadn't felt any better when he came to met the three. Her first year there, Nick had come every month to see her. He hated Derrick. He thought Derrick was smart ass who only touched Saint to piss Nick off. Jones put ideas into Saint's head about not needing a boyfriend and Travis...Travis came off as a shy, quiet guy but Nick knew better. He had seen the way Travis looked at her. Even the few times Travis had a girl when Nick was around, the guy's blue eyes always seemed to linger on Saint.
Saint's second year with them, Nick started to lessen his visits. Saint was a hot girl but she wasn't the hottest girl he had been with. She wasn't the hottest girl he knew he could get. Moving there was going to put a cramp in his lifestyle. He was going to have to give up his girls on the side but he had no doubt he'd find more. Saint was the woman he wanted as his wife. Not because he was in love with her but because she was easy for him to control. She never stood up to him and he knew he'd be hard pressed to find another woman who would put up with what he wanted for his life. Saint might believe in being with one person at a time but that wasn't what Nick wanted. He liked that other girls wanting him but he also wasn't stupid. He knew there were not a lot of girls out there that were willingly to share their boyfriend with others. For now, what Saint didn't know, wouldn't hurt her and when she found out, well she'd have no where else to go and he knew it. He would take her friends away, move her in with him and she'd have no choice but to stay with him. Nick smirked to himself. He would marry her because she was pretty and he knew other men could see it. Other men would be jealous of him because of her. Nick loved that. He loved making people jealous and he was going to start here, in the loft. He almost laughed out loud as the door opened.
" Oh, hey there, Nick. Saint's not here." Derrick said.
" I know that." He said, pushing past Derrick. To his delight, Travis was sitting at their breakfast bar, staring at him. Nick was glad the guy had some right back to the loft. " She's in my hotel room, tucked up safely in my bed, just waiting for me." He said pointy. Travis frowned and looked away.
" Then what are you doing here?" Derrick asked as he followed the man.
" Well, she has no clothes or anything so I came to get them." Nick said. He hadn't stopped walking. He knew where her room was.
" Why didn't she come and get them?" Derrick asked. He moved to the breakfast bar and leaned against it.
" Because we just took a shower. What am I supposed to do? Let her come here naked?" Nick laughed. " No, I think not. You two can just jerk off to what you think she looks like." He reached her door and faced her roommates, well, he faced Derrick's front and Travis's back. " But trust me, boys, her body is flawless. Just perfect." Travis slammed his cup down and stood up.
" Travis..." Derrick started. Nick smirked again as the guy held up one hand and shook his head. Nick chuckled to himself and started to turn to go into her room when, surprisingly, Travis' voice stopped him.
" Do you like her tattoo?" Nick paused and tilted his head. He narrowed his eyes.
" Saint doesn't have a tattoo." He said slowly.
" Oh she does. On her left hip. It's a butterfly. I helped her pick it out and held her hand while she got it." Travis said. Nick shook his head and faced the boys. Derrick was grinning, Travis was standing by their hallway leading to the front door. He wasn't smiling though. He didn't look smug or even happy. "She loves it." Nick grabbed her bedroom door and slammed it shut. Travis whipped around and started down the hallway again.
" What was that?" Derrick called out to him.
" Something I needed for me." Travis answered him before he walked out.
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Saint stayed in the bed the entire time Nick was gone. Jones had tried to get a hold of her but Saint didn't feel like talking to anyone. She just wanted a shower, maybe something to eat, then she was going back to bed. It wasn't just a hung over that was making her feel like shit and she knew it. Travis' words were ringing through her ears. She closed her eyes and shook her head as the door to the hotel opened then slammed shut. She rolled over on to her back and pushed the blankets off her head to see Nick throwing a bag on to the bed.
" Do you have a fucking tattoo?" He barked. She pushed herself up.
" What?" She asked.
" Don't play innocent with me! Do you have a fucking tattoo?" He shouted. She nodded. " God damn it, Saint! You know how I feel about that shit! How could you keep that from me? Only whores have tattoos! Is that what you are now!"
" It's just a small butterfly." She said.
" Oh I know what it is! TRAVIS, told me! Did you strip down to your panties to get it?" Nick asked with his hands on his hips.
" No. I just had to pull my pants down a little and he put his coat over me so nothing was showing." Saint said.
" Honey." He said as he tilted his head back with his eyes shut. " You know what people think about girls with tattoos. How can you get a good job with a tattoo?" He asked.
" No one can see it." She said. He lowered his head and shook his head at her.
" Just get the shower." He said.
" Look, I know you don't like tattoos but I only have one and you can't see it unless I'm naked." Saint said. Nick came forward and sat down beside her. He took her hand in his.
" You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you but imagine my surprise when Travis tells me you have a tattoo." He said gently.
" I should have told you." She said.
" Yeah, you should have. This needs to stay between us, alright? I'm going to be a lawyer and I don't want your bad choices to tarnish me." He lifted his hand to her face. " I just want us to have a good life. I want to get a good job so I can support you and it's going to look bad if my future wife is a whore, right?"
" You're right." Saint said softly. " I'm sorry." She said. Nick smiled and patted her cheek.
" It's okay." He said. " Get in the shower. I have phone calls to make. I need to get all my school shit in order so I can transfer here."