The Warning

MIA~ Selena

I'm pissed. (Something that I picked from my father. Are Christians even allowed to say that word?) But yes, I'm pissed.

And anxious.

And confused.

And...and...and a lot of things.

None of this would have happened if I hadn't decided to be so stubborn.

Its been a week. A  week of no texts, no phone calls, no visits, no nothing from Nicholas.

I haven't heard from him for a whole week?

For someone that I had known for a couple of hours, he surely found a way to occupy my mind this whole time.

The first two days I waited, thinking that he would get in touch after he gets over what happened the night of our kiss.

After all, he is the one who had suggested that we spend as much time together as possible before I go back home. Which is in three days ( according to my father) might I add.

However, two days turned into three so I decided to be the bigger person ( more about clarification of what's going on) and messaged him.

Hey Nicholas, can we please talk?

Selena x

I got nothing back, so I decided to call him after hours of battling myself on whether to actually do it.

I was nervous but I put my big girl pants on and did it. I was sent straight to voicemail.

I tried again but I got the same result.

Maybe he is at work. He is Macus' son so it would only make sense if he worked close to his father.

I called him again the next day. Voicemail.

I got pissed. I wanted to go and budge the door to his hotel room; tell him off a bit but I don't know his room number.

Not that I would do it even if he had told me.

If he didn't want to see me anymore, I wouldn't bother.

I bet he thinks that I am such a weird person for being so persistent on talking to him after meeting for just a few hours.

It was fun while it lasted, maybe he was just looking for someone to entertain him that night.

And I fell for it.

It's not only Nicholas who hasn't been in touch with me. My parents as well.

On the night of the ball, when we were still in the parking lot (we as in me and the one we shall not name), my father sent a short; straight to the point message  saying that they had to do an emergency travel.

Which I can assume is for business, because if my father was going to see one of his women, he wouldn't have taken my mother with him and it would definitely not have taken a time span of a week.

Maybe Nicholas is at the the same place as my parents with his father. Doing business.

But why wouldn't he just send a text to inform me?

Because he is not obligated to tell you every step he makes.

I spend the rest of the afternoon eating. Eating my feelings away in silence; which leads to me recalling everything that happened that night.

(Saturday Night- In the parking lot).

I feel my confidence start to slip away as Nicholas kisses me back. I know that we kissed before but he was the one in control.

Right now he is following my lead. How am I meant to lead when my first kiss was only hours ago. He will definitely notice that I am just an immature.

If I don't take control, he will think that I am a wimp. Which I am but we don't need him knowing that.

 I want him to think that I am a confident woman who knows what she wants and takes it. Call it social desirability if you want.

"Ouch!" I hear Nicholas hissing and pulling back. Did I do something wrong?

"What's wrong?" He removes his hand that was covering his mouth when I ask and  a little drop of blood is visible on his bottom lip.

"Are you into vampire kinky stuff or something? You bit me."

Oh God!

Oh God. He definitely thinks that I am weird now.

Well done Selena.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do it. I swear, it was an acci_" Nicholas starts laughing as he gets a tissue from a box that is under his seat.

What's so funny?

"I'm just playing around, its something natural if you have never done this sort of thing before." He says dabbing his lip with the tissue and stuffs it in his pocket before holding my hands in his.

"Come here. I will teach you." This man is so weird. Where does he want me to come?

He doesn't wait for me to verbalise my question as he wraps his arm around waist and pulls me over onto his lap. I allow it or he would have never been able to carry me all the way across to his seat.

Both my legs are on either side of his hips, his hands on my bottom, putting a bit of pressure.

"Touch me." He says, starring dead in my eyes. I told you, strange man.

"What?"

"Don't think about it. Don't think about anything besides what you want to do to me. Do anything and everything that you want, just don't think about it first."

Okay. Don't think. Just do.

Just touch him.

It's completely normal. All humans do it. This is the stage that it happens.

This is good for me. It means that I am growing and learning in the process of it.

"You're thinking." He gives a sharp slap to my buttocks; not painful but it stings.

Don't think.

I put my hands on his shoulders, run them down to his biceps before I move them to his chest.

Down, down, down.

Feeling all the dips and lines on his stomach. But his shirt is in the way.

I remove his blazer and he obliges, helping me. I unbutton his shirt and he takes it off.

This is it. I'm with a man. I'm not watching TV anymore.

I gently run my fingertips on his smooth skin as if its fragile. I bring my face down to his neck and start kissing him there.

That gets a response out of him as I hear him groan. I lower my hands until I get them down to his jeans and fumble with the zip until I succeed in opening it.

I move my hips back and forth; he pushes my dress up to my waist so that our knickers are the only thing between us.

Moan.

Groan.

Moan. Was that me?

He pulls something out of his pocket and starts kissing me on the lips. Intensely.

And removing my knickers.

And kissing.

Wait, he is removing my knickers?

"What are you doing?" I ask, finally coming back down from the high.

I know about s*x. And I am sure he just pulled a condom out of his pocket.

The Bible talks about it. Not condoms, I mean s*x.

Its something  sacred; something that should only be done between married couples.

Besides that, I really do not want to lose this important part of me in a car park.

I want to have s*x with him, I am aware that we are not married (I am also aware that we cannot get married anytime soon). I want him, if it wasn't for the environment, we would have done it.

"I thought you wanted this?" Its half a question showing his confusion.

"I do." I swallow as his face scrunches more. "I want you but not like this. I think it would be better if we spend some time together for the following days and then we can..." I don't finish my sentence, feeling suddenly shy.

End of flashback

Our night ended with a stolen peck from Nicholas in front of our penthouse and he left.

That's how we got here.

Maybe I should just had s*x with him.

Arghhhh!

Enough of that. Next to me, my phone beeps showing a notification on the screen. From an unknown number.

Since no one ever messages me, I open the notification feeling  a bit excited.

Come to room 35A (Just below your penthouse). I will explain.

Nicholas x

Nicholas!

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Hey guys, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter as much I did. (Yes, I actually read this chapter as a reader and loved it- not being arrogant)

Do you think that Selena is going to meet with Nicholas? (She is pissed after all).

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xoxo-Nyasha

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