Polina PoV
I woke up early in the morning in his king-sized bed. Nick was behind me, pressing his chest against my naked back, holding me tightly with his arms. It was slightly uncomfortable but it felt nice and secure. His warm breath was fanning my neck and ear, making me tickled a little. My hole body was sore from the fuck-marathon we did yesterday. I felt happy despite the circumstances and problems. I would deal with everything later, now, I had him holding me like I meant something to him, as he would never let go.
I laid there for a while, lightly brushing his big hand that was on my stomach with my fingers. I tried to comprehend all that was happening to me, all the feelings that somehow, I already managed to develop for Nick.
"Crap" I sighed, "This is bullshit, there is nothing between us, and this could never happen again," I decided silently.
I tried to move his hands from my body but to no avail. He's just too heavy. So, I wiggled from his embrace and quietly slipped off the bed. Nick groaned and hugged my pillow. Aww, how adorable.
I stood up and examined my surroundings. I was too preoccupied doing another stuff yesterday, so I barely saw the room. It was a big bedroom furnished in black and white colors with minimal furniture in it. I saw clothes that Nick brought me yesterday, and I picked them up from the floor. It was his sweatpants and a shirt, that were too big for me, but my jeans and top were soiled yesterday.
I glanced at Nick, he was fast asleep and didn't wake up despite my roaming around his room. I took in his every features, how calm and peaceful he looked like. The corners of his mouth were slightly turned up in a barely noticeable smile as if he was dreaming about something nice. I really wanted to kiss those lips and wake him up for a round of morning sex.
I traced my eyes along his body, stopping at his defined muscles, his broad chest, and further down to his bare stomach and that freaking perfect V-line, next it was censored with a sheet.
"Damn" I whispered in disappointment, I was already turned on and before I could jump him, I better leave his bedroom and let him sleep.
I walked out of his room and closed the door behind me. I went to the kitchen, stepping with my bare feet on his warm wooden floor. I turned on the coffee machine and went to snoop around.
The whole interior was impressive, everything was expensive and well designed. There were many paintings on the walls, the kind of paintings where you wonder what the hell is this, was the artist on drugs or something? But this probably costs a fortune. It looked like Nick is a man who had a few million in his bank account.
I peeped into every room that I saw, there were 2 more bedrooms, a small home cinema, room with a pool table and big TV and comfy couches around. Everything was like from the cover in the home design magazine.
I approached the next door and saw the room that was definitely Nick's office. Curiosity took the best of me and I walked in. There was a bookshelf on the entire wall, a small bar and a big wooden table near the window with two big armchairs – chic and expensive. Slowly I came up to the table, it looked antique and had different patterns carved on its sides. It took my attention.
I traced patterns with my fingers, remembering that my father owned the table very similar to this one. I always used to hide under it from my brother when we played hide and seek. My father always rounded on us for entering his office without permission, but it was too tempting to sneak there, for me he wasn't scary in that period. Besides it was my brother who was berated after this and I was daddy's little princess and he couldn't be mad at me.
My mum always laughed at us for annoying our dad. These were my best memories, we were a happy family at that time.
I glanced at the pile of papers that were on the table. Picked one folder from above, I wasn't paying attention to what I was holding in my hands, still being deep in my thoughts. That was before a name caught my attention and my stomach dropped. Was he stalking me? With my heart beating fast in my chest I flipped the file open. It was my background check, that I know is clean and another paper with more personal information about me, address, phone number, my social security number, bank details. There were also some photos with me and Margo.
"What the fuck is this" I couldn't believe my eyes "Nick spied on me! Why? Who the fuck is he?" Crazy thoughts were running through my head and I couldn't focus on any. "I'm so stupid, I knew something wasn't right and he's lying but still... this is why he knew my name before" I was crushed, it felt so right and safe to be with him, but it was a lie. I shook my head trying to gather my scattered thoughts.
"I need some answers and I'm gonna get them" – I mumbled and felt anger boiling in me, blocking other feelings. I took the papers and went to the kitchen. I quickly found my jacket and pulled out the gun from the pocket. I put the gun on the tabletop, covering it with a napkin and leaned against the kitchen cabinet trying to calm down myself.
I saw Nick walk out wearing nothing but sweatpants that hang low on his hips. I looked at his bare torso and back up at his face and he smirked at me. "Snap out of it" I commanded myself and turned around.
- Want some coffee? – I asked with my back facing him.
- Yes – he murmured into my ear.
I slightly tensed up when I felt his hands wrapped around my waist. I felt his body brushed up against my lower back as I couldn't help but sharply breathe. He sneaked his palm under my shirt and caressed my bare stomach. I really wanted to believe that this meant nothing to me, but waves of pleasure that were running through my body proved me wrong. I got angry at my treacherous body and at Nick for being a manipulative asshole.
- Sit at the table – I said with a throaty voice.
- Are you sure? – He asked low, biting on my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth.
I grabbed the edge of the tabletop to be able to stand on my wobbling legs. He put one hand on my neck tilting my head to the side to give him more access. He put wet hot kisses on my sweet spot behind the ear trailing down his lips on my neck slightly sucking it. "Fuck" – I thought and arched my back, turning my face for him to kiss.
Nick licked my lips and nibbled on the bottom one. I gasped and pressed my butt against his budge. His other hand slowly moved from my belly down to between my legs.
I was soaking already, ready for his intrusion. His fingers slipped past my folds and began to rub circles on my clit which made me moan loud again. This was wrong but felt so damn good that I couldn't restrain myself.
- Oh, god, Nick – I breathed out when his finger slipped into my core.
- Fuck, you're so wet – he roared into my ear and grabbed my breast with his other hand.
He pinched my tight nipple while still kept thrusting his fingers into me.
– So, baby, do you want me to stop? – he whispered.
- Yeeesss – I moaned – Noo! Don't stop – I was close and he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers hard into me. All my body was shaking.
- Cum – he ordered, his voice was croaky and it sent me over the edge.
I came apart, shattering into pieces. – Good girl, - he smirked.
I tried to steady my breathing and gathered my thoughts together. It was so stupid to let him do this. "Ok, I need to be strong".
- Now can you sit at the table? – I forced a smile.
Nick pulled out the chair and sat on it, looking at me. I took a gun from under the napkin and turned around, pointing it at Nick. I watched different emotions changing on his face: dismay, confusion, hurt, disappointment, and then his eyes turned cold, emotionless. I slowly rounded the table so he could not reach me.
- What the fuck, Polina? Sex was that bad? – he joked but his eyes buried into me, making me nervous. – I thought I made myself clear when I told you never to point a gun on me.
This wasn't the Nick I met yesterday, a simple, sexy, and charming guy. He looked dangerous, very dangerous. But so am I, I've lived through a lot of shit and one cocky, false bastard is not gonna knock me down.
- Explain to me, Nick, what is this? – I throw the file with my photos on the table.
He didn't even flinch. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his ankles in front of him. – I believe you've already read it, so you are completely aware of what it is.
- I'm not in the mood for games, Nick, Why do you need this? – I asked calmly.
- And, if I won't tell you? Then what, you gonna shoot out my leg like you did yesterday?
- Don't tempt me. – I warned him, anger crossing my eyes.
- Where did you learn how to shoot, huh? – he stared at me.
- In the military school – I came up with a lie.
Nick raised his one eyebrow and shook his head.
- You don't wanna answer truthfully when I ask my questions, why should I answer yours?
- Because I got a gun now, and I'm running out of my patience. – I became angry, mostly because I doubted that I would be able to shoot Nick.
- Ok, I was hired for a job – he silenced.
I saw he didn't want to continue but I needed to know the truth.
- What job? – I pushed him to speak up.
- I... To kill you – he said looking into my eyes with regret – But I didn't. Polina, I couldn't... - I slammed my hand on the table:
- I don't give a shit! Who hired you? – I exclaimed.
He hesitated just a second before he answered:
- Richard White.
This was it, turn off the lights, the end, I was frustrated. "Maybe I should return to Russia, I haven't been there for a long time. Maybe, it would be safe to return". Nick was sitting at the table and looking intently on me, trying to predict what I was gonna do next. He didn't realize what he just had done to me, what this meant to me.
- Poli, I didn't want you to find out like this... I'm sorry – I had enough of this bullshit. Nick tried to get up, but I cut him by pulling the trigger.
What has happened?
You should wait.
The shit is about to come ;)