Chapter Thirteen
Nixie
Holy shit.
I can feel the world around me creeping back in. My body is on fire. I don’t want to open my eyes in case all this was just a dream. I sure hope it wasn’t. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
My eyes slowly open and I notice the office ceiling. Nope. Definitely not a dream.
Leaning up on my elbows, my eyes catch sight of Calvin. I couldn’t take him all in before he went caveman on me. He’s dressed in a black suit, and his hair is messy from where I ran my fingers through it all. My eyes travel down his body, until I notice the huge bulge at the front of his trousers. My mouth drops open at the sight.
“See something you like?” he asks smugly.
“Maybe,” I shrug. “It’s hard to tell.”
“If you say so.” He laughs as he holds his hand out for me.
I slide my hand into his palm, feeling little crackles of electricity as they touch. This man.
He helps me down and pulls my dress back down, but doesn’t give my panties back.
“As much as I want to bury my dick in you right now, I’d rather not do it in the office. I want you in my bed, where I can take my sweet time with you,” he whispers in my ear.
My brain just isn’t working. He’s messed me up. All I can do is nod my head in agreement.
He laughs at my response. “Then let’s get going, shall we, darlin’?”
Keeping hold of my hand, he leads me out of his office and back down the corridor that leads back to the club. Calvin makes his way to the back doors, and then I remember Darcy. Shit. I stop in my tracks, which causes Calvin to stop as well.
“Not having second thoughts, are we?” he asks.
“No. No, definitely not,” I reassure him. “I need to find Darcy. I have to let her know where I’m going.”
“I don’t think she will be too bothered. I mean, let’s not forget her response to you being kidnapped by me in the first place.”
“Oh, so now you’re admitting to kidnapping me?” I question.
He spends a few seconds narrowing his eyes at me, trying to find a response, which he can’t. “Let’s go find your friend,” he says as he practically drags me towards the bar where we saw her last.
What’s his deal? I mean, he did kidnap me, sooo…
Darcy is still at the bar with his brother when we get there. She briefly looks at Calvin and then at me.
“Oh, thank god you’re back.” She jumps up out of her seat and throws her arms around me. “I’ve been waiting to go back home, and didn’t know how long you were going to be.”
I hug her back. “Darc, I was just coming to tell you that I won’t be home tonight.” I nod my head slightly in Calvin’s direction. He doesn’t notice; he’s too busy having a private conversation with his brother.
“Oh. Ohhhhhh. Like, right now?” she asks.
“Ermm. Yeah?”
“Oh, I just thought it was just gonna be us girls tonight. And you’ve already left me for a bit tonight. I just want to go home,” she whines.
My eyes widen at the full 360 that Darcy has done. It was her idea to come to his club to make me see him again, and now this?
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Darcy act like this in all the years that I’ve known her. Maybe she just had too much to drink.
Darcy is trying her best to give me some puppy-eyed look.
“Ready?” Calvin says as he comes back over to me, sliding his hand around my waist.
My body feels on fire at the slightest touch from him.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
“Rain check?” I peek up at him.
Calvin looks at Darcy and then at me.
He leans into my ear. “Just this once, because I don’t think I can wait much longer to bury myself in you,” he whispers.
My mouth automatically groans at his response. Darcy owes me big time.
Calvin walks us to the main doors at the front, and pulls out his phone to call for a car to come and pick us up. His phone is barely in his pocket before a black SUV pulls up and a driver steps out, guiding Darcy to the other side and opening the door for her to get in.
Calvin opens my door, and just before I step inside the vehicle, he grabs my chin and places a hard kiss on my lips.
“Tomorrow, you’re mine, Nixie,” he says in my ear.
He helps me into the car and shuts the door after I’ve got my seatbelt on. I watch him walk to the passenger and knock on the window, which makes the driver turn the car on and set off down the road.
The journey from the club back to our apartment isn’t long, but I spend my time glancing at Darcy. She’s texting and smirking at her phone. Something has gotten into her tonight.
“Who are you texting?” I ask her.
She shuts off the phone immediately and places it face down on top of her leg. “Oh, you know, just one of my guys.” She winks.
I don’t even have the energy to respond to her. I’m definitely starting to sober up, and I just want to crawl into my bed.
My head leans against the window and my eyes begin to close, but just as I’m about to drift off, the driver stops and gets out of the car, opening Darcy’s door and then walking around to open mine. I thank him for the ride, and she walks away to open the main doors.
We ride the elevator up in awkward silence, and Darcy steps out first and we make our way to the apartment door. She fiddles around with the keys and finally unlocks the door. She walks straight in and to the kitchen. I close the door and turn the lights on. Then I see Darcy pouring herself another drink and texting on her phone again.
“Hey, Darc, we’re good, aren’t we?” I ask.
She puts her drink down and comes over to give me a hug. “Of course we are, babe,” she says, smiling at me.
“Pinky promise?” I hold out my little finger, waiting for her to lock hers around mine, so I know she means it.
“Promise,” she says back as we lock fingers.
Something feels off, but before I can think too much about it, there’s a knock on the door. I glance at the clock—it’s one in the morning. Who could it be at this time?
“I’ll get it.” Darcy practically sings and rushes to the door.
The door is barely open before some guy has her up off the floor with her legs wrapped around his waist, kissing her. They make their way to her bedroom, slamming the door behind them but leaving the front door wide open.
Sighing, I walk over to the door, closing it and making sure it’s all locked before I turn all the lights off and make my way to my room. Walking past Darcy’s room, I can hear faint moans and groans. How is that fair? I gave up my night with Calvin because she wanted to come home. I should be having the time of my life right now, but here I am, getting into my bed all by myself.
I’m probably just overthinking it, right?
I quickly get to my room and close the door behind me, getting changed into some comfy nightwear and crawling into bed.
Part of me is wondering if it’s too late to text Calvin to come and get me, but surely that makes me look extremely desperate.
I grab my phone off my nightstand. It feels like it’s burning in my hand, waiting for me to start messaging. Before I even have the chance to think about what I’d type, a message comes through.
Be ready for 8 tomorrow night,
and make sure you get enough
sleep tonight, because I promise,
you won’t be getting any
tomorrow night ;)
If going off what happened tonight with him is anything, I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.
I take promises very
Seriously.
Good. I can’t wait to have you
squirming underneath me at my
touch.
Goodnight darlin’.
This is crazy, right!? This man has stalked me and kidnapped me in the past couple of months, and I’m just laying here, thinking of all the ways I want him. I don’t even message him back as I fall asleep, dreaming about all the ways he could have me squirming.
I wake up to Darcy coming into my room and jumping on the bed. I groan and pull the duvet over my head. It’s too bright. I peek out of one eye and notice the curtains open. I must have forgotten to close them last night.
My head is pounding slightly, and combined with Darcy being loud, it’s not a good feeling right now.
“Come on, sleepy head. Get up and let’s get breakfast.”
All I can respond with is another groan.
“Come on, Nix. A nice breakfast will make you feel better,” she says.
“Fine, let me get up and ready.”
Darcy jumps off the bed and claps her hands.
“Where’s your friend?” I ask her as I get out of bed.
“Oh, I kicked him out after we were done.” She winks and walks out of my room.
I have never once judged Darcy for how she lives her life or how many men she has in her life. But last night hurt. She made me take a rain check with Calvin, but it’s okay for her to come back home and invite a friend around?
I change into a pair of jeans with a plain black top and a chunky knitted cardigan and some black, chunky boots. I pile my long black hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. Darcy is waiting on the couch when I walk in.
“Okay, let’s go,” I announce as I walk in.
She jumps from the couch and slides her phone into her back pocket.
“You look adorable! Let’s go.”
We make our way out the door. Again, I’m the one left to make sure it is locked behind us. Darcy presses the button for the elevator and we ride it down in silence. I don’t know what’s going on, but something feels different.
Once we walk out of the building, we decide to walk to the diner to order some breakfast. It’s our favorite place. ‘Chunky Jo’s’ is the sign hanging above the door.
“Good morning and welcome to Chunky Jo’s. Table for two this morning?” the waitress asks as we step in.
“Yes, please.” We smile back at her.
She gathers some menus from her stations and asks us to follow her, sitting us at a table near the side windows.
“Here are your menus. I will give you some time to decide and then get someone to take your order for you,” she says as she hands us a menu.
We both thank her, and look through them. I don’t know why, because we both know exactly what we’re going to get.
After a very awkward silence between us, another waitress came up to our table, pen and pad ready in her hand.
“Hi, I’m Maggie and I’m your waitress this morning. What can get y’all?”
“I’ll have pancakes with strawberries and cream, side of French toast, and a strawberry milkshake, please,” Darcy says.
“I’ll have an omelet with bacon and sausage, and can I get an English tea, please?” I ask.
“Of course. Won’t be long,” she says as she collects the menus and walks to the counter to put our order in.
I take a moment to look at the window, watching people walking up and down the street, going about their daily lives. I glance back around and notice Darcy looking puzzled at her phone.
“Everything okay, Darc?” I ask her.
“Err, yeah. Yeah, everything is good.” She forces a smile.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, everything is fine,” she snaps back at me.
“Okay. Sorry I asked.”
We’ve barely had an argument in the three years we’ve known each other. Just the one and half years of living together. Everything is normally good between us. Sure, we have little disagreements over petty stuff, but she’s never snapped at me like this.
She sighs “I’m sorry, Nix. It’s just some family stuff going on.”
“Hey, it’s alright. We all have family drama, right?”
She nods at me
“You know I’m always here if you wanna talk about it, Darc,” I tell her.
“Yeah, I know. Thanks,” she says with a tight smile on her face.
The waitress brings our food over and we dig in. We don’t make any more conversation whilst we eat. The omelet hits the spot, and I swear I can feel it soaking up all the alcohol from the night before. We practically finish at the same time.
“Oh god, I’m stuffed now,” Darcy announces as she sits back in her chair.
I laugh at her and the waitress comes over to ask if we need anything else, but I just ask for the bill. Once it’s settled, we walk back out to the diner and start walking around the town.
“We should have a film and takeout night tonight. Whatcha think?” Darcy asks.
“Oh, ermm. Rain check?” I replied.
“Why?” she asks rather abruptly.
“I’m seeing Calvin tonight.” I smile at her.
“Oh. I thought we could do girls night again.” I sense sadness in her tone.
“Well, we can always do that next weekend, Darc,” I state.
“Yeah, sure.” Her reply is cold. I stop walking, which then makes Darcy stop.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“Why are you being like this?” I ask her.
“Being like what? You’re the one who doesn’t want girls’ night,” she argues back.
Is she serious right now?“Darcy. How many times have you ditched me for a night with a ‘friend’?” I argue with her.
“That’s different.” She shrugs her shoulders at me.
“Different? How is it different?” I raise my voice.
This is not fair. Why is she throwing this back in my face all of a sudden?
“Darcy, you were the one who told me to go have fun, experience things I only ‘read’ about, and now that I found someone to have fun with, suddenly you don’t like it. What gives?”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t mean for it to be with the guy who literally stalked and kidnapped you!” she shouts.
“Yet you were the one who just left me with the kidnapper!” I shout back at her.
We stand pretty much toe to toe in the middle of the street, having an argument. People are staring, which is starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
“I’m done arguing about this. Go. Go have fun with your kidnapper. Don’t come crying to me when it all goes to hell, Nixie.” She walks off in the opposite direction of our apartment building.
What the hell just happened? She’s never acted like that before. She didn’t even act like this with douchebag Malcolm.
I give her space to calm down and walk back to the apartment building by myself.
Darcy doesn’t come back all afternoon. I send her messages to see if she is okay, asking where she is. No reply, but I can see she’s read it.
I spend a good few hours having a full head to toe shower, getting ready for Calvin to come and collect me.
I don’t know what to wear, so that nearly sent me into a meltdown. I settle on a pair of black jeans with a cream jumper and a pair of white converse. Casual yet nice looking.
At eight o’clock sharp, there’s a knock on the door. Punctual, I see.
I take a few deep breaths to calm myself before I open the door.
All my breath leaves my body when I see him standing leaning against the doorframe.
I’m used to seeing him in a suit, but here he is leaning against my door in black jeans and a very fitted black t-shirt, paired with black combat boots.
I can feel his eyes moving up and down my body, checking me out.
“Ready?” He smirks.