Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Ididn’t expect to run into Nikko today. I needed to clear my head and do research, but it was the best thing that could have happened.
I was just glad to help him and be at his side, but when he started stripping, I couldn’t help it.
It was like playing with fire, and I guess it finally exploded and burnt both of us.
I stare at his back, panting and shaking. Doesn’t he know he just rocked my entire world?
It was so innocent and fucking perfect.
I can’t remember the last time I felt pleasure like that. It was desperate and wild, like two storms clashing, and neither of us could stop, but now he dresses like nothing happened while I gawk at his back.
Was I wrong about him? Is he a player?
I notice his hands shaking and I know he isn’t. He couldn’t fake that kind of desire, and even if I’m not the only one he’s fucking right now, I don’t care—no, fuck that. That’s my old way of thinking. I want to know. I have the right to. I refuse to play games.
I spin him, and his eyes widen as I pull him down and press my fingers to his chin.
“I don’t share what’s mine,” I warn, pinching his chin harder. Despite the fact that he towers over me and could easily kill me with one punch, he lets me manhandle him. “Not anymore. We might not be dating, Nikko, but you just crossed that line, and now you have to pay the consequences.”
“Then what are we?” he asks, probably just as confused as I am. We can’t stay away from each other, that much is clear.
I consider what I can offer him before I settle on the truth.
“Fuck buddies. Whatever you wish to call it, I don’t care.
I don’t do commitment, not right now, but I enjoy spending time with you, and it’s obvious we need to repeat what just happened again, so fuck buddies or nothing.
If you agree, you have to do as I say—no getting jealous or possessive.
You come when I call, nothing more. No spending the night, no dates, just sex, and you don’t touch anybody else.
If you do, you will never see me again. Understand? ”
He licks his lips, eyeing mine. “Fine, fuck buddies.”
“Say it. You’re mine,” I demand, an insane urge forcing the words from my throat.
“I won’t touch anyone else. I have never wanted to anyway, so that’s fucking easy. I’m not your ex.” I flinch, but he drives on. “I just want you any way I can get you.”
“Good boy.” I kiss his lips softly. “Get dressed. I’ll wait outside or we’ll never leave this dressing room.” Turning away, I step out before I finish what we started.
Outside, the sales associates stop gossiping when I emerge.
I have no doubts regarding what they are whispering about, but I don’t care.
Money buys silence, and I’m not ashamed.
I wink at them as I walk over to the counter and wait, eyeing the jewelry.
A thick woven bracelet catches my eye. “Show me that,” I demand.
They scramble to help me, and I pick it up, eyeing it with a smile.
It would look good on Nikko, and it isn’t thin enough to break. “Add it to everything else.”
“Yes, sir. Will you be buying everything in the dressing room?” Atom asks, coughing with a blush.
“Yes, and whatever else he wants.” I wave as I turn around.
“Very good, sir. Um, would you like a wipe?” Atom questions carefully, and I glance back, my eyebrow arched in question. “Your lipstick is, uh, smudged?” He rolls his lips in, and I grin. Leaning over to the mirror, I wipe under my lips, where Nikko made a mess.
“What can I say, I really like clothes,” I tease, and he laughs.
“Very good, sir. I will start preparing everything.” He hurries away, and I grin.
My eyes, however, linger on the dressing room as I wait for Nikko to appear. My hunger for him has only grown. I want to touch and taste him. I yearn to see his eyes roll into the back of his head. I want his big muscles quaking below me, and I’ll have it.
He’s mine now, for however long I want him. I can do whatever I wish to him, and I’ll make the most of that—at least for a little while. It will be a good stress reliever while also letting me get him out of my system.
Just sex. Nothing more.
That’s all I can give him. I might have moved on from Faiz, but I’m not ready to hand my heart over to anyone else, not while it’s still healing from his blows.
I know Nikko would look after it, but I can’t love someone else when I can’t even love myself.
Plus, sex is a way for me to maintain control and ensure I don’t get hurt again.
Maybe that’s stupid, but it’s apparent I can’t stay away from Nikko, so this is the best compromise.
The curtain finally parts, and before I know it, my lips are tilted in a smile. His hoodie is gone and he’s wearing one of the shirts he tried on, with his old hoodie folded over his arm. He heads my way as I hand my card to Atom without looking.
“No,” he warns me. “I will pay.”
We both know it’s probably more than he would like to spend for clothes. Money is just another factor of my power, and this means nothing to me, but it will cause him stress and concern. I won’t have that.
“I know you’re proud and don’t want to accept gifts from anyone—”
“Charity,” he interrupts angrily.
“Not charity. Gifts. It’s my way of showing I care. I love buying people stuff. It makes me happy. Please, let me? Please?” I see his resolve faltering and I smile. “Besides, my boy needs to look good when he’s with me.”
“I don’t want you to pity me. I don’t want to be like the others who use you for money,” he insists.
“The fact that you’re worried about it tells me you aren’t,” I retort. “Charge me,” I instruct Atom.
“Yes, sir. Your total will be twenty thousand—”
“Zia,” Nikko snarls at the price. He’s huge, he could easily kill me, but I still grin, not the least bit afraid of this man.
I step closer. “Nikko,” I growl. His eyes flare, and I see fire ignite in them.
Neither of us will back down. He’s too proud, and I’m too stubborn.
It will either end in us fucking or fighting right here.
I don’t have time for either, although I wish I did.
Instead, I hook my fingers in his hoodie on his arm.
“A trade then. I’ll take this, and you take the clothes. ”
“That was twenty bucks,” he says.
I slide it over my arm. “Ah, but it smells like you and has been on your body, and that is priceless.” I nip his ear.
“Now, be a good boy and stop arguing before I let you act on the desire I see in your eyes. Just say thank you.” I step back, and I can tell it takes everything in him not to storm out of this shop without anything.
Nikko isn’t used to someone taking care of him or giving him anything for free. He’s worked hard for everything he has, and I respect that. I even understand it, but I want to spoil him.
“Fine,” he concedes, probably realizing I won’t give up.
“Say thank you.” I grin. The staff is watching us, wary and afraid, but I simply wait.
“Thank you, Zia.” The way he rolls my name over his tongue with irritation and desire makes me harder than hell.
“Good boy.” I turn back to Atom and grab Nikko, holding the shirt slightly away from his body. “I want this in every color as well. I don’t care about the price, just charge it all.”
“We only have two,” Atom replies.
“Then get me two and have it all packed for us to go please.”
Atom hurries away, and another staff member does the same. I glance back at Nikko to see his eyes narrowed. Most people would mistake it for anger or cold indifference, but it’s the same look he gave me when he touched my body, so I know what it means now.
He wants me.
Do fuck buddies look at each other like this?
Do they hold each other tight and never want to let go?
I don’t know, but I don’t care when I’m drowning in his eyes.
Nikko was determined to carry the bags with him, but I paid for discreet delivery since he wouldn’t like his friends or dad knowing about it. Instead, he wanders by my side as we walk from the store, both of us quiet and unsure where to go.
Do we say goodbye?
Kiss?
Make a date?
I’ve never done this before, but instead of overthinking, I go with my instincts. There is no point in stressing. I’m betting Nikko isn’t, and I refuse to worry about what is already done.
“Do you want a lift?” I ask as we come to a stop before the path to the VIP parking lot.
“I have my bike.” He shrugs, completely oblivious to how cute he is. I turn and slide my hand down his chest. His eyes widen and he glances at the people milling around us, but he doesn’t stop me as I slide it lower.
“Ah, but your hands will be free in my car, and I can make the most of the time I have before my next meeting.” I grip his dick, feeling it harden.
“Your car sounds good.” His eyes blow wide.
Smirking, I let go and start to walk. When I glance back, he’s still frozen, his mouth open. “Are you coming? If I’m not soon, you might as well take the bike.”
He hurries after me, and I chuckle. Yuki must have seen me coming because he idles at the curb with the back door open. “Sir.” He nods before glancing at Nikko. One eyebrow rises just an inch—his only reaction. “Mr. Nikko.”
“Have someone take Nikko’s bike back to Nexus—”
“Only I drive my bike,” Nikko says. I glance back at him, and he grinds his teeth but hands his keys over to Yuki.
“Of course, sir. Are we going to the office?” Yuki asks.
“Yes. Take the tunnel route, and after, take Nikko where he needs to go.”
I see Yuki’s surprise. The tunnel route takes twenty minutes longer, and I always complain that I can’t see my iPad in the dark, which means it’s perfect for what I have planned.
Climbing into the car without further explanation, I slide across the seats and sit back. Nikko gets in, taking up most of the two other seats on the back row before Yuki shuts the door and rushes to the driver’s seat.
“Don’t disturb us unless needed,” I comment as I hit the riser and let it separate the front from the back.
Yuki doesn’t comment, but I know he understands, and then we are off.
I don’t make a move. I look out of the window, and with every minute that passes, I feel Nikko getting tenser—the slight squeak of leather as he shifts, his breathing picking up, his pounding heart. I hear it all, and I let it grow.
“Well?” he blurts probably louder than he meant to.
Smirking, I count the stops before turning to him. “Well, what?” I tease.
“Well, I thought—” His cheeks tinge pink and he swallows hard.
“Thought?” I press.
“I thought you wanted to fuck,” he says.
“I do.” I lean closer to him, letting my hand drift down his thigh. His muscles quiver under my touch, and his shorts tent with his impressive cock.
“What are you waiting for?” he rasps.
“This,” I say just as it goes dark as we plunge into the tunnel.