- When He Writes Those Silly Notes -

Nina

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I frown and bury my head under a pillow trying to escape that deadly sound.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ugh.

I flap my arms all around me yelling out, "Go away!"

And... It seems like it does.

I peak up my ears, waiting for the next beep.

And all I could hear is... Silence.

Mmh.

Smiling to myself, I let out a sigh and snuggle into the pillow and finally start slipping into unconsciousness when...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I bolt right up and rub my eyes, searching for the alarm.

Turning towards my right, I frown when I see the bed cold and empty beside me.

Where the hell is that bugger right now?

I scrunch up my brows and look around, to find no indication of him ever being in this room.

I sit quiet and let my ears do the investigation, to see if any sounds are emerging from the bathroom or the kitchen.

But... nothing.

Weird.

I look around suspiciously and get up, walking towards the bathroom when I hear:

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ugh! That son of a-

I walk towards my night stand and pick up the alarm clock in my hands with an intention to smash it against the wall when I see something yellow stuck to it.

Scrunching up my brows, I turn the clock around and pick up the yellow post-it stuck to it and read out loud.

Good Morning, gorgeous.

-Lucien

I blink twice.

Screw good morning!

How dare he wake me up?

I tear off the post-it from it and crumble the paper in my hands, when I notice another post-it stuck beneath the first one.

I read it out loud again.

So... it was me who set the alarm. (Before you starts screaming out loud about me being a stupid, idiot, jerk face who woke you up from the most delicious dream you were having - most probably of me tearing off my clothes and having my way with you. Yes I know exactly what you dream about. *wink wink* Read the whole damn letter.)

Anyhoo... *clears his throat*

I knew that you wouldn't have woken up unless the alarm was blaring every 10 seconds, so I did exactly that. *gives you a very very cheeky grin*

Have a nice day, beautiful.

-Lucien

PS: Don't forget to take your pills. I have already changed the old one with a different one.

Ignoring the flutter in my stomach after reading his letter, I grumble and murmur, "I hate that jerko!"

I rip of the post-it to find another one beneath it which read.

No you don't, sweetheart.

-L

I gasp out loud and grumble, "Yes I do!"

Am I arguing with a post-it?

I rip off the paper to find another one.

No you don't, sweetheart. *gives you a cocky grin and an expression which clearly says, 'Who're you kidding?'*

-L

I groan in frustration and finally exhale in relief when I find no other paper stuck to it.

Shaking off my thoughts, I head towards the bathroom, and enter into the closet through the connecting door.

Picking out a simple black tank and cargo booty shorts and matching lace red undergarments, I lay them on the couch inside the closet.

I make my way towards the bathroom when I stiffen as I notice my reflection in the full body mirror in front of me.

Gasping softly, I walk towards it, feeling angrier and embarrassed by the second.

That jerk stripped his shirt off me, leaving me in just my cranberry coloured bra and panties.

Ugh! I hate him!

I blow out my cheeks, looking at the mirror like it just stole my last candy.

I suddenly gasp when I see another post-it on the corner of the mirror.

I bend down and read out loud.

So... about you being in your underwear thing.

You see, I only had one shirt in your house and you were the one wearing it.

So like a perfect gentleman - yes, I said gentleman. Stop giving this paper a wry look; I stripped you off of my shirt.

You know, how people try their one hundred percent to fight the urge to do something?

I gave my one hundred and ten percent to fight the urge to look at you while you were in your underwear and that thin fabric you call a 'bra', with your dark hair fanned all over the white pillows while your full lips pursed with a pinkish hue on your cheeks.

And guess what?

I checked you out. Like a hundred times.

Mostly probably because my brain thought it would be one hell of a crime to be near you and to not check you out.

-L

PS: I can see you blushing.

I rip off the paper and smile triumphantly finding nothing beneath it.

I smile and yell out, lying through my teeth, "I'm not blushing, you jerko!"

I grin when I see no other post-it around me to contradict my proclamation, when my phone beeps.

I look at it, to see a message from Luke.

Luke: Yes you are blushing, sweetheart.

How does he do that?

My phone beeps again making me look down.

Luke: And stop calling me jerko. I prefer sexy or hot or delicious.

I grumble irritated, "I wasn't blushing."

The phone beeps.

Luke: Yes you were.

Ugh!

I look around and scan the room searching for cameras when my phone beeps again.

Luke: There aren't any cameras around.

"H-how?" I frantically look from my right to left.

And the phone beeps again.

Luke: BOOYAH!

Grouchiness taking over my mind, I look down at my cell and start typing.

Me: Just you wait, Mister! You are soooooo dead. That's right! I wrote extra 5 o's in the word 'so' just to emphasize how serious I am. Dead serious! You are frickin' dead.

It doesn't take him a second to reply.

Luke: I take it you saw the hickeys?

I look at my phone confused and type.

Me: What hickeys?

He quickly replies.

Luke: Nothing!

Luke: No reason.

Luke: The weather's beautiful today, isn't it?

Luke: I have to work. Bye.

What the...

There's something fishy going on. Fishy, I say!

I look in the mirror and scan my body. Finding nothing suspicious, I start to turn around and walk back into the bathroom, when my eyes dart to the reflection of my lower back in the mirror.

I gasp out loud, to see five post-it stuck over my tattoo, covering it all.

Grumbling, I start removing it off me only to uncover red marks beneath it.

Taking out the last paper, I gasp out loud when I see nearly two to three hickeys or kiss marks on my lower back.

He's so dead!

Clutching the paper in my hands, I look down and read them.

Hey,

About that hickey... or hickeys...

Um... You see I was just gonna strip my shirt off of you and leave.

But then you turned around to sleep on your stomach.

And I swear to God, your lower back was giving me 'come-hither' looks. No kidding!

I turn to other post-it and start reading.

Hey, sweetheart. *gives you a devilish smile*

Did you know you moaned out my name in your sleep?

Do you know what's the first thing you said when my lips touched your lower back?

It was and I quote, 'Mmh... Luke.'

Isn't that just fucking awesome?

- L

Blushing profusely, I turn over to the next one to see the paper covered in doodles.

I sigh and shake my head, trying to think clearly.

I lift my hand to throw the paper in the dustbin when the last line of the paper catches my eyes.

I turn it around and read.

PS: You look fucking delicious in your undies.

I sigh and smile, shaking my head.

That silly guy!

Immediately, I take all the papers in my hands and walk towards my bed and tuck it between the pages of my diary and walk back to the bathroom.

Taking a long awaited shower, I softly start singing and dancing to my off-key version of Somebody To You by The Vamps.

Never stop smelling like green apples.

I fucking love it.

-L

I roll my eyes and take the note in my hands and smile softly.

That silly sweet guy!

Finally finding the hair dryer, I plug it to an outlet and start blowing my hair when I stop and read the note stuck over the mirror.

Have a good day, gorgeous.

- L

I smile and clutch the letter in my hand and place it over my heart, breathing deeply.

He seriously makes it really hard for me to be mad at him.

Hmph. That bum!

I clear off my thoughts and get to the work in hand and quickly change into clean clothes and walk into the kitchen.

I barely could prevent the smile from curving onto my lips, seeing the view on front of me.

"Luke, you silly sweet man!" I mumble, shaking my head, smiling softly.

"What did munchkin do now?" A voice comes from my right, making me jump.

Elena looks at me sheepishly and mumbles, "Sorry for sneaking up on you."

I shake my head and give her a reassuring smile, "No problem."

I gesture my hands all around the dining table and mumble, "This is what your munchkin did."

I let my eyes roam for the second time around it, taking in, the already prepared waffles, pancakes with maple syrup, a fruit bowl, omelettes, and a cup of hot coffee.

I clutch the paper in the middle of the table and read it softly.

Sorry, I couldn't be with you this morning. Had an early meeting.

Forgive me?

-L

Elena chuckles softly, "Yeah, he can be really sweet sometimes."

"Tell me about it." I mumble, taking a seat as she does the same.

Taking a bite of the pancakes, I moan in approval and mumble, "So good."

Elena nods in agreement, "Mmh hmm. Thank Christ, Luke didn't cook this!"

I look at her and ask, confused, "Why?"

She gives me a wry look and says, "That's because he can't cook shit! Don't ever let him near your kitchen."

"Why?"

"Because he'll try to dry his wet socks in your microwave." She murmurs, with a half smirk curved over her lips.

I chuckle. "Thanks for the warning."

"No problem."

We eat our breakfast quickly and then rest on the couch, clutching our now full stomach tightly.

"God! I'm full!" I mumble.

"Mmh... Delicious." Elena sighs.

I look at her and ask, "Where's Levi?"

She waves her hand around, in a dismissive motion, "With Luke. Working."

I frown and ask, "Don't you get lonely, sitting around in your house all day?"

"Meh." She shrugs, "Sometimes. But I know he loves his job, so... Plus this little bean keeps me busy." She gestures over the bump of her stomach.

I smile at her, softly when:

"Wassup bitches!?" My door burst open and Rachel stumbles in with little Ben in her arms.

Ben looks at his mother with his big brown eyes, lovingly and tries to imitate her, "Bee-bee."

I groan out loud.

Walking towards her, I hold my hand out and carefully take Ben out of her hands and tuck him with my cheek over his soft head.

"Stop using such words around him, Rach! Haven't you learned at all from the shit incident?" I whisper yell at her.

Hearing my rant, Ben look up at me and mumbles, "Shit!"

I groan out loud and kiss his head and whisper, "No, baby... you're not supposed to say that. It's a bad word."

Ben looks up at me and blinks his big baby eyes twice and nods as if understood me.

Gosh! This cutie.

He smiles toothily and mumbles, "Niki..."

My eyes softens and I kiss his cheek, "Oh, you sweet little guy... That's me, isn't it? Yes it is. You called me Niki, didn't you?"

He smiles wide and mumbles again, "Niki..." and claps his hand, cheerfully.

"Gosh! I love you." I shift him in my arms and rest my cheek over his head.

"Aww..." I hear a faint voice from my right, making me turn my head to see Elena smiling warmly.

"What?" I ask her.

She hands me her cell phone as the screen flashes with the photo of me holding Ben.

She must've probably taken it right now.

But the thing that catches my attention is that she forwarded this message to Luke and he had replied just one word.

Beautiful.

I bite my lip and look away, blushing hard.

"Oh! I forgot! Elena... this is my best friend Rachel Buchanan. And Rach... this is Elena, Levi's fiancée." I say, introducing them.

Elena makes a thinking face and mumbles, "Buchanan? I've heard it before somewhere."

Rachel smiles, "My husband works in Mr. Levi's department."

"Ooh! Colton right? Colton Buchanan?" Elena murmurs.

Rachel nods.

Immediately, they start bonding and gossiping and head towards the couch and plop down.

I sigh dramatically and look at Ben and mumble, "Looks like it's just you and me, Benny boy."

And that's the moment when Ben chooses to start squirming in my arms when he sees Prince enter the living room.

I sigh and place him on the floor and he immediately starts crawling towards the dog and runs his baby hands all over him, petting him while Prince just rolls his eyes and his expression turns into a look of annoyance.

I narrow my eyes at Prince, knowing oh so well, how much this dog craves attention.

Noticing my eyes, Prince immediately offers me a doggy sheepish smile and wiggles his tail, leaning into Ben.

I chuckle and shake my head at him.

Silly dog!

I walk over to the couch and plop down.

Immediately an idea forms in my mind. Turning towards them, I say, "Let's call Ginger and have a girls day in."

Elena claps her hand excitedly and whispers, "It's been so long since I've had a girl's day... let's do it!"

***

"Wake up, sweetheart." I hear a voice whisper against my ear as a warm hand start caressing my cheek.

"Mmh." I mumble sleepily and snuggle closer to the warm body.

Hot breath fans over my ear as I hear a soft chuckle.

I open my eyes to see a pair of soft green eyes looking down at me as he lies down beside me and wraps one arm around my waist.

"Sexy?" I mumble.

His lip curves into a smile as he whispers, "Is that my new nickname, sweetheart?"

I look at him confused, feeling sleepy as I mumble, "Huh?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Never mind."

He leans down and kisses my temple making me sigh sleepily.

"Come on, now... get up."

I frown and mumble, closing my eyes, "Don't wanna."

"Come on, mio amore... I've got a surprise for you." He whispers.

I peek my one eye open and look at him suspiciously, "What kind of surprise?"

"The good kind." He says, not elaborating further.

"Then gimme!" I mumble, holding my hand out.

He pulls away from me and grins, "Only if you get up."

I mock pout at him and mumble, "Meanie," but quickly get up and sit with my back against the headboard.

He looks down at my attire and raises his eyebrow. "What's that?"

I look down at my now ripped tank top and grumble, "Those are scratch marks."

He sits next to me and says, "And why do you have scratch marks?"

I smile shyly and mumble, "Because I told other girls the movie The Vow is overrated."

He bites back a chuckle making me narrow my eyes at him.

"It is overrated!" I grumble. "The plot doesn't even make sense."

I sit up excitedly and continue my rant, "You know why? Because if any girl in the whole freaking world woke up from a car accident and saw Channing Tatum in front of her, claiming to be her husband; do you know what any hot blooded girl would do!?"

He shakes his head, smiling at me, amused.

"She would just grab him by his collars and kiss the hell outta him and yell out, 'I remember everything! He's my husband! Yes he is!' and then go back to being unconscious again." I mumble, smiling goofily.

"So... you wanna kiss another man?" I look up at him and frown seeing his eyes cold and expression hard.

What the hell did I say?

I nod and mumble, looking at him confused, "Well yeah... It's Channing Tatum we're talking about. Who wouldn't wanna kiss him?"

I gasp out loud when he growls and in one quick motion, pushes me down on the bed and places his hands on my wrist and pins it above my head as he covers my body with his large one.

"Say that again." He commands, his green eyes looking at me with a no-nonsense expression.

"Say what?" I whisper softly.

His eyes softens at my voice as he repeats, "Say that again."

"I didn't mean it like that." I whisper, surprising us both. "I... er... it was just hypothetical."

"How hypothetical?" He asks.

I blink twice and try to control my blush.

Grumbling at my own reaction to him, I whisper yell, "Don't you ever fantasize about celebrities?"

He looks straight at me and whispers, "Not since I met you."

Aw-Wait. What!?

"Really? No one?" He shakes his eyes, smiling at my reaction. "Not even Scarlett Johansson?"

He chuckles and shakes his head again.

"Seriously!?" I gape up at him. "You don't? I mean she's so hot that sometimes even I fantasize about her." I mumble, looking at him wide eyes just to show how serious I am.

His eyes darken and he whispers, "I don't. Because I find someone else way hotter than her."

I smile up at him, "Really?"

He kisses my nose, cutely, "Really."

I smile goofily up at him.

"So... what's the surprise?" I look at him, excitedly.

He grins and lies down next to me and puts his hand inside his pant pocket.

"Here." He holds out his hand for me.

I grin widely, "Lollipop!"

I snatch it out of his hand and immediately begin unwrapping its wrapper.

I look up at him and ask, "How'd you know I love lollipop?"

He chuckles and turns towards me, balancing his face on his elbow and points to a photo on my night stand.

I look at the direction and sigh.

The photo was taken on the midnight of my 17th birthday where my brother Nate and my sister Nova had surprise me by covering my whole bed with every flavour of lollipop one could ever find.

In the photo, I was in my PJ's, just woken up, hair all mused up as I smiled widely at the camera, giddy seeing all the lollipops in front of me.

"Mmh... that was a really good day." I sigh dreamily.

He makes a noise in approval, and murmurs, "You look really happy."

I smile softly at him, "Yeah... I was. That was the year before everything changed. The year when everything went wrong." I sigh sadly.

Then I freeze.

Why did I say that?

I glance up at him, to see him frowning but he quickly sobers up and thankfully changes the topic, "So... did you get my letters?"

I turn around and lie on my stomach, balancing my upper body on both my elbows and duck my chin, shyly and mumble, "Yeah. I got them."

Looking at him, blushing, I mumble, "You can be really cute sometimes... you know that?"

He places his hand over his heart and fakes a loud gasp and says, dramatically, "Dammit, woman! Are you tryin' to ruin my street cred?"

I burst out laughing, and point my finger at him, "See? You're being cute again."

He sighs and mumbles adorably, "I'm seriously starting to question my manhood."

I chuckle and hold out the lollipop for him and ask, "Want some?"

He smiles and shakes his head, "Naah... it's for you."

I pop the lollipop into my mouth and start sucking it.

Lucien groans beside me and shifts his hips.

I shoot him an innocent look, before sucking it again.

He grunts and curses out, "Jesus Nina... would you stop sucking on the lollipop like that?"

I look at him, confused and reply saucily, "Well... There's only three ways I could enjoy a lollipop. One: Sucking it. Two: Licking it. Three: Twirling it around my tongue until my mouth fills with its juice and then I swallow it down-"

He interrupts me by cursing out loud, "For God sake, Nina! Don't you realize what you're doing to me?"

I blink twice.

He sighs and looks at me with warm eyes, "You really don't, don't you?"

I shrug, blushing profusely.

He leans forward and kisses my forehead and returns back to his place.

I smile at him, shyly.

"I have a question." He murmurs, looking at me.

I turn my face around and raise my eyebrow.

He continues, "Would you rather live in a world without lollipop or in a world where you have to eat broccoli each day?"

I scrunch up my nose at the mention of broccoli.

I think and say, "I guess the second one."

"Hmm. Thought so." He murmurs.

I make a thinking face and ask, "Would you rather be a werewolf or a vampire?"

He shoots me a wry look and says, "Are you trying to figure out whether I support Team Jacob or Team Edward?"

I shake my head, "No... I'm trying to figure out if you like Tyler Posey from Teen Wolf or Ian Somerhalder from The Vampire Diaries."

Looking at him with a serious expression, I add, "Twilight is overrated."

"I know, right?" He chuckles, "If I was a vampire who could live for thousands of years... I'd rather start my research for curing cancer or spread world peace instead of going to a high school for hundredth time and hooking up with a 17 year old."

I giggle and high-five as he holds his hand up.

"So... your answer?"

"Hmm... I guess vampires. Only because according to me, werewolf stinks. I mean literally. They smell really bad." He scrunches up his nose.

I chuckle softly, shaking my head.

My eyes widens when I feel a light bulb glow in my mind.

"Ooh... there's one thing I wanted to do." I mumble out loud.

"What's that?" He asks, confused.

Grinning cheekily at him, I take him by surprise as I climb over him and straddle him with my legs on either side of his hips.

He inhales sharply and quickly places his large hands over my hips, supporting me.

I smile at him, gratefully and start unbuttoning his white shirt.

He lifts his head up and stares at my hands and asks, huskily, "Sweetheart? What are you doing?"

I place my index finger on his lip and whisper, "Hush, sexy! Time will reveal everything." I wink at him and continue undressing him.

I feel his breathing accelerate as his chest rises and falls, matching my heart which was thumping like crazy seeing his naked muscled body coming into view.

Finally as I unbutton the last one, I open his shirt, revealing his gorgeous drool worthy olive skinned muscular body.

My eyes rake all over him, checking out his biceps which seemed to flex as it felt my eyes on it. His mouth watering eight pack which seemed to be carved with a stone.

"Are you eye fucking me, sweetheart?" He whispers with his voice laced with lust.

I look up into his darkened, smoldering green eyes and try controlling my blush as I reply, "Don't flatter yourself!"

I push on his shoulder so that he was lying flat on the bed as I hover on top of him.

"What are you doing, tesoro?" He asks again.

I smile at him and whisper, "Close your eyes."

He eyes me skeptically as if trying to figure me out.

I groan out loud, exasperated, "Come on, sexy! Just do it."

He narrows his eyes at me at first but finally closes his eyes.

I smile triumphantly.

Just to be sure, I hold one finger up and ask, "How many fingers am I holding?"

I could feel him rolling his eyes at me, impatiently.

I giggle and lean down to kiss his cheek.

His body relaxes at my touch, making my subconscious sigh dreamily.

Placing my hand on both of his cheeks, I lean down and nuzzle my nose with his.

I feel the playful atmosphere around us suddenly change into something intense... something sexual.

Closing my eyes, I let my hand wander down his muscular body, feeling his body stiffen at my touch as his chest rises and falls with mine.

Placing my lips just inches from his, I exhale slowly, feeling his lips part beneath mine as I continue nuzzling our noses with each other.

"Sweetness." He whispers huskily, "Stop teasing me."

I whisper back in a sultry voice, "Where's the fun in that?"

I chuckle, hearing him groan in frustration.

I knew that he could've flipped us over whenever he wanted to but... he wasn't doing that.

He was giving me the control.

Smiling, I turn my head towards his ear and in one quick motion, I take his earlobe in my mouth and suck on it, hard, making him lift his hips and moan out, "Fuck!"

Rolling my hips against him, in a slow rhythm, I continue, twirling his earlobe with my tongue as I run my fingers over his rock hard abs.

"Sweetness..." He rasps out. "Fuck! Keep doing that!"

I smile and move downwards placing wet kisses over his jaw line making my way towards his neck.

I graze my teeth over the sensitive skin near his neck, making his moan and croak out, "You're killing me, mio amore."

I quickly lick the skin softly and when he relaxes, I suck over his skin and twirl it around my tongue, making him moan out my name.

Finally, happy with my work in the form of red mark on his neck, I move back and stare at him until he opens his eyes and stares back at me with glossy eyes, reflecting hunger and lust.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" He asks hoarsely, tilting his head.

I smirk, "Payback!"

I take my compact from the night stand and show him the newly made mark through the mirror.

He looks at it and instead of getting frustrated or annoyed; he grins and asks, "Did you just mark me?"

I nod, confused at his happy face.

He looks once more at the mark through the mirror and then turns his eyes to me, which was turning darker by the second, "Where did you learn to use your tongue like that?"

I blink twice and feel my cheeks flush. Getting up, I yell in annoyance, "Why aren't you angry or mad or frustrated that I gave you a hickey?"

He smirks and murmurs, "Why in the hell would I be mad?" Gesturing towards the hickey with his hand, he continues, "My girl just marked me. It's fucking awesome!"

I slump my shoulder down, trying not to overthink when he referred to me as 'His girl' and pout since my plan didn't work out as planned.

Dammit!

My mind gets distracted when I hear noises coming from the living room.

Lucien notices my worried look and clarifies, "Your friend Rachel and Elena have already left. Ginger was asleep on the couch so I called JT to take her home. He's probably in the living room with her right now."

He sighs and takes my hand in his and says, "Let me introduce you to him."

He walks towards the living room, but stops at the door.

Interested, I look at the living room to see a gorgeous well build tanned man kneeling beside the couch over which Ginger was sound asleep.

His dark hair was messed up as if he spent hours running his hands through it while his whiskey coloured eyes reflected tenderness as he looks down at Ginger's sleeping form making me wonder if something's going on between them.

He places his large hand over her cheek and caresses it softly as his firm voice whispers, "Come on, kitten. Wake up. Let's go home."

Kitten, huh?

Ginger shift towards him and clutches her hand over the front of the guy's shirt and pulls him closer as she snuggles into him.

JT chuckles softly and runs his fingers through her hair lovingly as he whispers again, "Wake up, kitten. It's getting late."

Ginger opens her eyes slowly and yawns. Blinking twice, she looks up at the man in front of her and mumbles, in confusion, "JT?"

Immediately, Ginger gets up and pulls away from him.

I see a flicker of hurt pass in his eyes before he blinks and it's all gone.

"What are you doing here?" Ginger growls at him.

Um... am I missing something?

JT lazily smirks and says, "I'm here to take your sweet ass back home, safe and sound." I detect a Southern accent as he drawls out the sentence.

Ginger places a hand on her hips and yells, "Thank you very much, but I think my 'sweet ass' can take care of itself."

JT raises his eyebrow and rasps out, "You do not wanna test me, kitten."

The expression in his face could probably make a normal person run for their lives. Except Ginger.

She glares back at him and screams in annoyance, "And for God sake stop calling me kitten, you jerk!"

JT grins mischievously and says, "Why, darlin'? Would you rather have me call you pussy?"

Ginger blinks twice and blushes profusely.

I have to admit... this guy really has good comeback skills.

As they both glare at each other, I could literally feel the sexual tension between them coming off in waves.

Lucien chuckles, making me look at him as he murmurs, "So... that was JT."

I smile and look back at the man in question and murmur casually, "He's hot."

A growling sound erupts from his throat making me giggle and murmur, "Relax sexy! I find someone else way hotter." I say repeating his words from before.

He gives me an adorable cheeky grin, making me giggle.

"Hello there." JT's voice startles us.

"Hi." I mumble softly.

He walks forward and gives me a what called a 'panty dropping' smile and holds out his hand for me and murmurs, "What's your name, darlin'?"

And the way he says darlin' in his accent could burst the light bulb in any girl's mind.

Before I could clasp my hand in his, I'm pulled behind by large arms covering my waist as a voice growls out, "Mine!"

JT chuckles knowingly and murmurs, casually, "So... you're Nina, huh? Nice to meet ya."

I smile and turn around to look at Lucien and raise my eyebrow.

He talks to his friends about me?

Huh.

Ginger starts throwing daggers with her eyes at JT and yells, "Sure! You're nice to Nina. You're nice to everyone except me!"

JT smirks at her and murmurs, "Why, kitten? Are you jealous?"

Ginger's eyes suddenly moisten as she looks at him with sadness clouding her eyes, making me wonder what's going on between them.

Without saying a word, Ginger picks up her purse and hugs me and Lucien, completely ignoring the way JT's body stiffens as she hugs Lucien and walks out of the apartment slamming the door on her way out.

JT cringes and turns to Lucien, "Too far?"

Lucien nods, "Too far."

I look back and forth between them, confused.

Finally JT sighs out loud and says, "I better go get her. See you later, man."

Lucien gives him a curt nod and murmurs, "Later."

Just as he reaches the door, JT turns and smirks at me and says, turning to Lucien, "The mark on your neck... seems interesting." He winks at me, making me blush beet.

Lucien chuckles and places his arm around my shoulders, casually and murmurs, "What can I say? My girl knows how to use her tongue."

I make a squeaking sound at the back of my throat and bury my face in Lucien's chest, making the guys chuckle out loud.

The door slams shut, leaving me and Lucien alone.

I pull away from him and grumble, "Couldn't you have at least worn a shirt?"

He blinks innocently and mumble, "Then how will I show off my hickey to everyone?"

I groan, making him chuckle.

He heads to the bedroom and picks up his shirt and quickly dresses up and gestures to the bag in the kitchen.

"I brought you some Chinese. Eat it, 'kay? Plus how are you feeling now?" He asks, placing his hand over my cheek.

I smile at him and whisper, "I'm good. Really good. Thanks for the food."

He grins and kisses my forehead and whispers against it, "No problem."

Kissing my cheek softly, he whispers, "It's getting late... I better get going."

I smile and nod at him, "Take care."

He offers me a cheeky grin and mumbles, "Always."

He hugs me for a minute and heads towards the door.

Just before he could reach it, I place my hand on his arm, making him turn and look at me.

I take a deep breath and say, "Ask me again."

He makes a confused face and says, "Ask what again?"

I smile and repeat, "Ask me again, sexy."

Understanding flashes in his eyes and he smiles widely as he asks, "Nicolina Stark, would you finally do the honours of being my executive assistant and working with me?"

I nod and whisper softly, "Yes."

Grinning widely, he engulfs me into a hug and sighs out, "Thank fuck!"

I smile and relax into him, smelling his familiar cologne and his earthy smell when suddenly I feel his hand slip down to my butt.

I pull away and raise my eyebrow at him to which he shrugs, murmuring, "Oops."

I shake my head, smiling.

Pulling away from the hug, why do I feel like everything in my life is about to change?

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