"Nicole" I heard Brock's voice behind me.

"Your phone is going off.." I heard him again and I sighed as I lift my head and saw it flashing while he laid on his stomach with his eyes closed and I could feel his arm on my back.

I reached over him to try and get it when I felt a sting on my breast and yelped as he bit it.

I fell with my back onto the bed and saw his eyes were still closed.

"You can't shove them in my face and expect me not to do anything" he whispered and I rolled my eyes as I tapped my phone so it could stop vibrating.

I finally saw the reason for it and my heart stopped for a bit .

'My turn to surprise John - Valentines Day <3'

Each year we had a thing where we would take turns making plans and I had completely forgotten about the reminder.

I immediately deleted it but I felt the weight on my stomach becoming lighter and I realized Brock had moved .

I turned and saw him slipping on a pair of boxers and he walked past the bed still not looking at me as he left the room leaving the door open.

I wasn't exactly sure what I was meant to do.

I knew he must've seen the reminder but I hadn't meant for it I hadn't even known it was today. I mean most of the week I had known as everywhere was the usual love sick posters but I hadn't even given John a thought until this weekend honestly.

I sighed and looked around the room and saw my luggage in the corner, maybe I would have to leave today as he did not seem happy.

While we certainly had a good morning and he admitted he had feelings for me.. Well he didn't admit that I guess.

He said he liked me.

What did like mean to the Beast?

I know what it meant in high school, you like someone they like you they find out feelings are mutual they ask you out on a date.

With Brock it was , I like you let me fuck you so that you'll remember me every time you walk.

As I felt my legs feeling like jelly as I walked over to my bag.

To leave the Beast or not?

Did I want to leave him after this morning?

Definitely not.

I sighed and pulled out my jumpsuit hoping it would cause him to be er preoccupied with the thought of something else rather than the beast's rage.

I mean I have seen what he has done to John in the past when provoked.

I walked down the steps and it felt weird wearing my jumpsuit without heels but I was simply going to be in his house , well unless he was kicking me out.

"Brock..." I called out as I didn't see him in the lounge or the kitchen.

"Yeah?" I jumped as he appeared outside the window of the kitchen and he seemed amused as I saw him enter the kitchen through the backdoor.

But once he saw me , his jaw clenched.

I slowly walked over to him.

One because I thought it made me look more sexy and two because I could only walk slow.

"Why'd you leave me in bed?" I pouted as I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"I needed to fix the backdoor..."

"You wouldn't lie to me now would you?"

He sighed and pulled my hands from him, "so you're off to meet your boyfriend or your ex?"

His eyes trailed down my body as he then looked away and sat on the counter.

"What happened to not mentioning him?" I narrowed my eyes at him even though he was looking at his phone.

"You're the one who brought him into my bed with that reminder Nicole"

"I forgot about it. So you're going to be pissed because I forgot? People forget things!"

What happened to not provoking him?

He remained quiet and scrolled on his phone and I was beginning to get annoyed .

I walked over to him and grabbed the phone off the counter and his eyes shot up.

"What the hell is stealing your attention away from..."

"Oh uhm I'm sorry..." I immediately gave his phone back as I saw there was a picture of two boys.

The same boys I had seen on the picture frame in his bedroom , his sons...

I immediately forgot why I had even grabbed his phone.

I walked away but I heard him call my name.

"Did you really forget about it?"

"Yeah what do you think I'd just leave it there so you could see?"

He placed his phone down and stood up and sat on the chair again this time facing me as his arms leaned on the back of the chair.

"I don't know" he shrugged.

"If I wanted to be with John , I would be with him but I don't want him and I would never do that to you especially after..."

I couldn't say it as I wasn't sure..

"After?"

"You know what.." I simply stared at him.

"Oh after you were screaming out my name , I guess I should be lucky I don't have any neighbours"

"I think you are confusing me with yourself Beast" I folded my arms and he smirked.

"Whose the one who is struggling to walk right now?"

"Brock!" I gasped and threw him with a cloth that had been hung over the stove which he caught.

"I'm glad that hand is working well now. Now maybe you won't be selfish while I'm fucking you"

"What do you... Brock!" I gasped again as I realized where he was heading and he burst out laughing briefly covering his hand with his mouth and then letting it hang over the chair once again.

"Come here.." he said as he gestured with his hands as well.

"Oh no" I shook my head.

"Nicole" he narrowed his eyes.

"Brock" I did the same but then walked over to stand in front of the chair.

"I like control and you doing that is not me being in control but the next time you seem so shocked I might start changing my mind baby"

"So you think just because you change your mind . I'll service little Brock.." I lowered my voice.

"Barbie, I'm pretty sure your Ken had nothing on the beast so little Brock? "

He shook his head and his brief reference to John didn't even bother me as his smirk just made me smile even though he was being conceited as hell he could back it up.

He reached out and gripped my waist pulling me against the back of the chair and my breath got hitched .

"So Nicole why are you wearing this? " He whispered as he leaned forward and I felt his hot breath against my neck.

I felt his hands trail down my body until his fingers traced the hem outline touching the bare skin of my thighs.

"Are you planning on leaving me to go to that Ambrose kid?"

I shook my head as I suddenly couldn't speak as I felt goosebumps forming on my skin as his lips grazed over a sensitive area below my ear.

"Cause he is your boyfriend..."

No his not.

I couldn't tell him.. Fast Lane was Sunday I'd do it after the match.

He leaned back and stared into my eyes.

"If you want to leave, you can leave but as long as you come back tonight" he said seriously.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you can go have lunch with him or whatever you two do as long as you don't spend the night with him"

"I don't under..."

His hand drifted to my inner thigh slowly moving higher, "while I want to rip this off you right now I can't because you're still sore.."

His fingers trailed over the material of my jumpsuit and I held my breath to not let a moan escape.

"So he can't try anything either and..."

I immediately leaned forward and kissed him as I couldn't stand it any longer. His words were a blur ever since he touched me . I licked his lips and he opened his mouth and the kiss deepened.

I felt his hands grip my behind pulling me against the back of the chair the only thing preventing me from having his body against mine.

I could feel my nipples felt like they were on fire as they grazed against the fabric which rubbed up against the wooden chair.

I felt his hands move to my waist and grip the belt and I immediately broke the kiss as as much as I wanted to I couldn't handle it right then.

He placed his chin on my shoulder and I felt his heavy breathing against my neck and it made me want him more.

"Well that's as good as a goodbye kiss as any baby" he whispered as his breathing slowly calmed.

"I'm not leaving .."

He leaned back.

"I just told you could go" he seemed confused.

"And I told you yesterday you don't tell me what to do" I smiled a bit and traced my finger over some stubble that had grown in.

"Now go change I'm making lunch"

I walked past him and I heard the chair moving and I turned.

"You get used to it you know?" I raised my eyebrow.

"The Beast.." He glanced down briefly and I rolled my eyes but bit my lip as I wished I wasn't sore.

Brock in a pair of boxers was very very tempting. The way it clung onto his waist so that his deep V showed the direction that led to the real Beast.

"Done now?" I glanced up as I realized I had zoned out while checking him out.

"Well I figured its my turn since you had yours earlier "

We had just finished lunch when I heard a knock on the door as Brock had gone upstairs I decided to get it.

I was greeted with Paul.

"Miss Bella , you're still here!"

"Where were you expecting me to be Mr Heyman?"

He clearly thought I couldn't handle Brock.

"Well home..." He shrugged and I felt a sudden sadness I had felt before.

"She is home" I heard Brock's annoyed voice behind me.

I felt his hand on my back as he stood behind me.

"I'm serious Brock" he smiled.

"So am I Paul"

"His not Paul " I turned to look at Brock who stared blankly at me.

Was he serious?

He sighed, "I'm not.. But you should have seen your face Paul" I saw the amusement in his face.

Nope not serious.

Well I did just fuck him.. He said he liked me which I had yet to figure out what it translated in Beast language.

"Can I come in?"

"Nicole do you want him to come into your home?" I felt his eyes on me and I rolled my eyes and moved out of the way into the house and Brock's hand slipped from my back as I did.

I heard the door shut.

"Miss Bella, would you mind me speaking to my client in private?"

Brock frowned at him.

"be my guess"

I shrugged and disappeared into the kitchen as I briefly saw Paul tell him something and Brock rolling his eyes.

I decided to just ignore it and clean up the kitchen.

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