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7.

As soon as Nick and I were back home, my father was on him like a leech.

"I hope you treated her well, Nick." Glenn said as soon as Nick had stepped through the front door. I almost felt sorry for him, yet I was extremely amused by the whole situation. I was happy somebody was giving him a grilling and so I didn't have to.

"Glenn, give me a break." Nick huffed as he flopped on to the arm chair in the corner of the room. It faced the TV on a slight diagonal but it seemed to be his favourite place to sit.

"You want a beer?" Glenn asked as he made his way to the kitchen. Dad already had a bottle in his hands bed was nursing it between two hands. Nick grunted his reply before Glenn went to the kitchen to grab him a bottle.

"And me." I shouted back as I flopped down on the leather sofa beside of the arm chair. I lifted my legs up until they were tucked under and leaned my body against the arm of the sofa.

Nick instinctively reached over until his hands were in my hair. He began to play with the ends.

I looked over at him, but I only found him watching the football with entertainment. Did he even realise what he was doing?

Right now, I didn't even think I cared. With my head so near his arm, I was itching to lay on it, on him, and I was beginning to unravel beside him as he toyed my strands.

Without even realising it, I made a noise in the back of my throat. With that, Nick whipped his head to the side and his eyes landed on me.

"Cathy." Nick rasped. His voice sent a tingle throughout my body. His tone made my body jolt with desire. God, how much I wanted him. I had wanted him all night. Why did I have to promise myself I wasn't going to sleep with the guy?

"Nick." I couldn't help but breathe back. Who said this was going to be easy? In fact, this was harder than I ever thought it was going to be. He looked better than ever as he leaned against the arm chair, as his hand was in my hair.

Okay, I really wanted him.

He just looked pure male, his hairs coming out from under neath his shirt, his legs spread in a suggestive way, his eyes trained on me.

Shit. I was weak, I was as weak as my father knew I was going to be.

All thoughts flew out of the window as soon as Nick's grip on my hair tightened. I gasped as the small amount of pain jolted downwards.

"You have no idea how badly I want you." He said lowly so my father wouldn't hear us. I shivered at his words. He didn't know how badly I wanted him either.

"Have me then, Nick." I replied quietly. I could barely get my words out as excitement shot through me like wildfire. His eyes widened before darkening into grey cold storms.

"Don't tease me, Cathy, I haven't got that type of control with you." He grunted. I could see the strain in his face, the strain in his large body. I knew he wanted to touch me, I wanted to touch him too. I wanted his touch.

"I want you." I said, my breath coming out in short pants.

The night had turned drastically. It wasn't even an hour ago I was adamant I wasn't going to sleep with him, now, I wanted nothing more.

Nick did this to me, he effected me so greatly without even trying.

"Fucking hell." Nick groaned. He shot up from his chair. "Get in my truck." I looked to him, my heart beating so hard against my chest. "Now."

I didn't think twice before getting up on shivering legs.

"Glenn, don't worry about the drinks, I'm taking Cathy out to get some dessert." And I could hear the underlying innuendo in his tone. If I wasn't so turned on, I would have laughed.

"I swear to God, Nick, if that is a metaphor for something else I will castrate you-"

Nick pushed my out of the front door and slammed it shut behind us. I could barely think before he had me in his truck.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as Nick started the truck again. The familiar rattle gave me a sense of comfort, even though comfort was the last thing I should be feeling right now.

"There's a hotel close to here, we can go there. I can't wait any longer, I've never wanted anything more than I do you, Cathy." He stated as he squeezed my knees tightly. Before he could put the truck in to gear, I stopped him.

His eyes were wild, his hair a mess from the countless times he's laid a hand in to it. His lips were wet and I just wanted to kiss him senseless.

With my hand still on his, I pulled him forward before grabbing a fistful of his white shirt. With that, I brought his face down roughly on to mine, his lips wet and soft.

He was shocked at first before it had even began to register. As soon as he had a hold on himself, his lips began a bruising rhythm against mine.

I moaned loudly against him. I couldn't help it. His kiss made me feel everything from desire to excitement.

I touched him everywhere I could without a second thought. I didn't care about the consequences, the punishment or the fact I could be physically dumped tomorrow by Nick. I didn't care about anything but right now.

"You need to fucking stop or I'll never get us off of this drive." Nick panted before sitting back in to his seat and reversing the truck so fast out of the drive, my back pressed firmly against the seat.

It didn't take us long at all until he had pulled up outside of a small hotel. I was pulled out of the truck and led over to the elevators.

"Don't you need to book a room?" I asked as we stepped inside the elevator. The door man had only nodded his acknowledgment.

"Shut up." Nick demanded before pressing me firmly against the elevator wall and smashing his lips to mine. I couldn't think of anything else but Nick.

It wasn't long before the elevator pinged and Nick had led me over to a brown wooden door. He opened the door and led me inside.

Before I could even take my shoes off, Nick had me up against the door as soon as it was shut. His body pressed firmly to mine.

"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" I asked teasingly. Even though, I didn't want a drink, I wanted Nick.

"I would love to wine you and dine you, Angel, but I need to be inside you." Without a second word, his lips were back on to mine.

It didn't take long before his hands were confidently on my clothes. He slowly undressed me, until I was left panting all over again for him. He stepped away from my body and raked his eyes up and down, from head to toe.

A low rumble came out from his chest.

"You're killing me." With a surge of excitement at his satisfying gaze, I leaped at him.

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I'm sure Nick had the stamina of a horse. There was no stopping the man, and as soon as he had started, he hadn't wanted to stop.

That was fine by me, I hadn't ever remembered feeling so good.

As I laid there sweating, Nick breathed loudly beside me. His arm laid across my stomach and his face stayed in the crook of my neck. His breath tickled my skin, but my heart beated loudly as he cuddled me close.

"I didn't peg you as a cuddler." I panted. He had worn me out, well and truly.

"I'm not."

The statement made me smile brightly. Maybe he had wanted to make an exception with me?

Soon, Nick leaned up on an elbow and smiled down at me. He kissed me lightly on my forehead. I couldn't help but revel in all of this now.

"Do you want a shower?"

"Sure, you can go first if you want." I stated as I stared in to his eyes. They were so amazing. So bright yet experienced. I'm sure he saw things not many people have at his age. I admired him.

"I meant with me." Nick chuckled softly to himself before getting up from the bed. His body was now on display for me, it just made me want him again. God, how could I still want him? "Stop." Nick demanded.

My glassy eyes focused sharply on him as I looked to him with confusion.

"Stop thinking them thoughts or I'll be forced to take you again." That sounded nice, to be honest. Nick chuckled again before slapping my arse firmly and walking in to the bathroom. "Come in when you're ready."

"Let me just recover." I replied before taking in a deep breath. Well, things had turned out better than expected. He hadn't turned cold on me, and he seemed pretty happy. How long was this going to last? I wondered. Maybe tomorrow was the day he was going to say he didn't want me anymore and that last night was a mistake.

The thought made my heart twist painfully.

I got up from the bed, my legs shaking and weak. I hadn't expected Nick to have taken my soul out of my body tonight. This wasn't even planned. I should have felt disgusted in myself, I was a disgrace to all the women who promised not to have sex with the play boy, yet, I didn't feel like that at all. I felt womanly, proud and sexual.

If Nick could go around talking about how badly he wanted a girl, why couldn't I act upon it too?

Suddenly, a noise came out from the small kitchen area opposite me. I turned my head to try and find the noise. I got up from the bed and made my way over to the phone which laid in its cradle on a small end table.

"Nick, I couldn't reach you at your house so I decided to call your fuck pad instead. I need to talk to you." The message came out from the phone. I moved backwards as if the phone had burnt me.

Fuck pad?

Anger flared through my body at the words. Fuck pad? Nick had taken me to his fuck pad? God, that hurt so much.

But what more did I expect? I knew he just wanted to use me. He had fucked so many girls here too. I felt dirty, used, disgusting. How could he?

I grabbed my clothes quickly and chucked them on to my body. With that, I found a small piece of paper and wrote him a note:

You're a bastard. I hope you find a willing woman you can fuck next time in your 'fuck pad.' Prick.

With that, I left his apartment just as he called my name.

I felt embarrassed, my face heated up as I had to walk past the door man at the reception area. I bet he knew, I bet he knew what Nick was up to. To him, I was just another one of them girls.

I didn't know why I was so angry. This was why I promised myself I wouldn't do this, not until I knew Nick was being genuine.

I had already had enough of men thinking they could use my body. I had that back in Australia. God, I wanted to cry. I was weak, and I fell for his charm.

My anxiety began to rise as I remembered what had happened back at home. This wasn't like that, but I still felt the same, and that was enough for me to break down.

I walked down the street as tears fell from my eyes. Why did I have to cry? Why did I have to cry over a tattooed play boy who I had only known for a few weeks.

Instead of wanting to go back home, I continued down the road until I saw a street full of shops and small cafe's. I was lucky that one was open at this time.

I would rather sit in there until I gathered my bearings than go back home to the man who knew me more than I knew myself. He was right and I hadn't listened.

Well, I had tried, but Nick just made me forget about everything else but him. I wish he didn't have to effect me, I wish I didn't like him after all.

I hated that I still liked him. Hated the fact I still wanted him. And after tonight, however angry I was at him, I still craved him.

I ordered a small coffee as soon as I had entered the cafe. I didn't fancy eating, hopefully coffee I could stand.

All in all, I needed to woman up. This was a learning curve for me. Mistakes had been made but hopefully no more.

But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. Nick didn't feel like a mistake, even though he should. I didn't want this to be the end, but I wasn't in control of that. I knew Nick would never want to see me again, not after tonight. Had he known I was so easy after all?

My phone rang in my pocket as I grabbed my coffee. I made my way over to the table and fished it out. On the screen was Nick's number. I looked to it and sighed. Did I want to pick up?

I wanted to hear his voice, I wanted to see what he had to say, but I was scared it wasn't going to be something that I liked.

With that, I let it ring on. He didn't deserve my time right now anyway. He deserved nothing from me.

I drank my coffee slowly, but it tasted like shit. It was not because the coffee was horrible, it was just because I had a bitter taste in my mouth already.

The phone began ringing again. It was Nick.

This time, I picked it up, longing burning throughout.

"Cathy, I'm sorry. Where are you? Please, I need to explain." His voice came out rushed and panicked. I could hear the rustling of wind down the phone as he moved.

"I don't want to be a part of your fuck pad gang." I stated. "I never asked for this."

"Where are you? I'll come for you, I'll explain I swear." His voice was crushing to hear. I sighed.

"I'm in a cafe somewhere-" as soon as I had said those words, he walked in to the cafe. He was only wearing his jeans, a thin t shirt and his converse. He looked freezing cold but the only thing that made me shiver was the desperate look on his face.

He sauntered up to me, his face full of guilt and sorrow.

"Cathy-"

"I don't know whether I'm just being stupid or if I've actually got a valuable reason to be mad." I stated truthfully. I had the right to be mad as hell with him right now, but if he wanted to explain, I would let him.

"No, you have every right to be mad, if you took me to your fuck pad where you fucked men all the time I would be going out of my fucking mind." He sighed as he sat down opposite me. "I hadn't meant to take you there, I didn't want to see you where I see every other girl because you're not just every other girl to me. I was just going crazy for you and I wasn't thinking." He looked down.

"I get it." I said. I knew what he meant. It was hard to think when we were so wrapped up on each other.

"I know we've only had one date, and I know I don't do dates or anything like this, but I want something to work with us."

"You do?"

"I don't know what, but I want something. You're too addictive, I can't keep away." My heart leaped at his words. Everything I had thought about Nick had flown away. He wanted something to work? God, I did too.

"I want that, too." I smiled.

"Will you spend the night with me? At my place, not back there." His eyes were hopeful as he took me in.

The Nick that had ended the night was not the Nick I had started with. I couldn't help but smile his way. I liked this side to him, the soft side, the side that you couldn't help but fall for.

"This is going so fast." I muttered. It was, so many things had happened tonight with Nick and I was feeling extremely overwhelmed.

"I know but I don't know what to do with us. I've never wanted to try with anyone else, so I'm out of my depths. I just want to be with you, I can't leave like this, I want you to spend the night with me, I can't take no for an answer."

"Okay." I smiled his way. His answering smile was just as breathtaking. I would give him another chance if this was what he wanted.

Truthfully, this was what I had wanted too.

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