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It was later than Nico expected to be when he entered his bedroom. Business calls had kept him on the phone for over two hours. Toeing off his shoes and stripping off his jacket, he made his way to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror. His eyes were a little bloodshot from being up since five that morning and his usual five o'clock shadow was now more of a thick stubble, but all in all, he didn't look too bad. He stepped under the hot spray of the shower, washing off his day, hoping to relax enough to get some decent sleep. He'd always been a bit of an insomniac, but lately, it seemed to have gotten worse. He lived on about four hours of sleep a night if he was lucky but other than medicating, which he wouldn't do, he wasn't sure how to fix it. Stepping from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes landed on the door that connected to the other room. The door she was behind. He'd tried to push her from his thoughts all night, but being this close made a strange tingle course through his body. Almost like an awareness. It was fucking weird and he didn't like it. He didn't know her name. Didn't know anything about her. He probably should have resolved that by now. Should have had a conversation with her. But he'd been so concerned with getting her out of his head, he hadn't taken the steps that would lead him to the answers he wanted. Just a little longer and his men would tell him all he needed to know. The problem was, would it be all he wanted to know. Without thought, he found himself across the room, his hand on the door handle, the lock already disengaged. Silence came from the other side. Fuck it. He pushed down on the handle. The door opened noiselessly on its well oiled hinges. The room was in complete darkness except for one beam of moonlight that shone through the partly opened window curtains, its light eerily directed at the bed. Almost like a fucking beacon daring him to look at what was on display. She was curled in a ball lying on her side in the center of the bed. Her hands were tucked under cheek and her hair was splayed wildly about her pillow. Her breathing was deep and even, and her lids fluttered as if she were dreaming. He wondered what she dreamed about then cursed, telling himself that he didn't care. He wasn't sure how long he stared, trapped in one spot. He knew he hadn't made a fucking sound, but suddenly her eyes snapped open and their gazes locked. It took her a few blinks, but then she surged up into a sitting position. The beam of light hit her square in the face and fuck him if he wasn't transfixed. Gone was the piled on makeup, and her thick hair haloed her head wildly in soft curls. She was breathtaking. And fucking... young. "How old are you?" She flinched. He hadn't meant it to sound so harsh but for some strange reason he was pissed at the thought she was underage and off limits. Which was crazy because he shouldn't touch her anyway regardless if she was underage or not. He tried to put a more pleasant expression on his face but had a feeling he'd failed when he saw her eyebrows furrow. He watched as she reached her arms up to sweep her hair out of her face, the move pulling the fabric of the shirt she was wearing tight across her tits. Her nipples were hard peaks through the soft cotton that instantly made his dick hard. He didn't normally lust over teenagers. What the fuck was his problem? "Twenty-two." So lost in his own thoughts, the random number threw him for a moment until he realized she was answering his question. Twenty-two? Still young but at least he didn't feel like a fucking pervert ogling her tits. If possible, his dick got harder knowing she wasn't off limits after all. Her eyes did a quick sweep down and a blush heated her cheeks, reminding him he was only in a towel. He didn't need to look down to know his arousal was more than likely on display. His cock twitched at the thought. He usually had better control. No, he usually had perfect control, but for some reason the woman before him had his hormones all jacked up. Time to get them back in check. Putting on his best business persona, he said, "I'm Nicoló Conti. Nico. You'll be my guest here for a few days." She raised her brows and he saw a bit of spark enter her eyes for the first time. And fuck him if that didn't make his dick hard, too. "Guest? Is that what I am?" His lips pressed together and his jaw grew tight. He decided it best to ignore her question. They both knew what she really was. "What do I call you?" She took a moment to answer and he wondered if she debated lying to him. It was pointless to lie, he'd have all his answers by morning. "Olivia." He gave her a nod. "Olivia." She licked her lips. Her pink tongue darting out coating her lips with a wet shine that reflected in the moonlight. "Everyone calls me Livvy." He gave her a curt nod. "Olivia." He wasn't everyone. Her eyes sparked again but he didn't give her time to respond. "Make yourself at home, Olivia. You'll be here a while." He wasn't sure why he's said that. Before he'd entered the room, he hadn't planned on keeping her more than a few days. Just long enough to get Travis Scott straightened out and make sure Alec's woman pulled through. But now, looking down at her, the thought of letting her go now that he had her in his clutches seem... unbearable. And that was reason enough to let her go. Turning he started back toward the connecting door. He heard her start to say something but he didn't pause until it was firmly closed and locked behind him. He sagged against the hard wood, his heart beating a thick tempo in his chest. His cock was still hard as a rock. Again, what the fuck? He didn't understand his reaction. Maybe he just needed a good screw. It had been a busy few weeks and his nocturnal activities had suffered for it. He picked up his phone from his dresser and scrolled through his contacts until Ava's name was highlighted. But then he hesitated his thumb hovering over the call button, a pair of amber eyes and a mess of wild curls filling his vision. He gritted his teeth, disgusted with himself. No way would he let that scrap of a girl affect him. He hit the button bringing the phone to his ear. It rang once before being picked up. "It's been a while. Thought maybe you'd lost interest." Ava's breathy purr sounded rehearsed. Unlike the soft delicate voice of the woman in the next room. Nico squeezed the phone harder in hopes of banishing Olivia from his thoughts. "Been busy. But I'm not busy now." "I can be there in a half hour." "Make it twenty and there's a little something extra in it for you." He heard her chuckle. "There's always a little something, or should I say a big something in it for me." "That's right, baby. Keep thoughts of my cock in head all the way over here. You now have fifteen." He clicked off the phone and set it back down on his dresser. His eyes snagged on the closed connecting door and like he'd been trying to do all fucking night, he pushed the woman on the other side out of his mind. He went to his closet and opened a drawer, grabbing a pair of black sweat pants and slipping them on. He snatched up a black tee, but then a vision entered his mind that had his whole body stilling in the process of pulling it over his head. Olivia in baggy black sweats and an oversized black tee. His dick that had never completely gone down, sprang back to life at the thought of his clothes resting against her bare skin. Calling himself all kinds of fucked up, he snatched up his phone and hit the speed dial button. "Boss?" "Ava's on her way over. Send her home when she gets here." "On it." "Oh, and Marco?" "Yeah, boss?" "Compensate her and let her know her services are no longer needed." Nico clicked off his phone then made his way to the bathroom to do something he'd hadn't done in a long fucking time. Jack off.
