Billionaire's Best Friend

XXV. Good Afternoon

Nina's POV:

He told me I should try it, instantly I shut down his proposition. One night, I was quite curious, and I did, he was right. The feeling of not being constricted by clothes is astonishing. Not being tangled up in clothes or friction rubbing against my bare skin, fantastic. Moreover, definitely, something was able to breathe freely.

The downside, or perhaps upside, I’ve been blessed with more s****l dreams about Matt. I am entirely grateful that there is a lock on my doorknob because there is no way in hell I can let my best friend catch me pleasuring myself late at night, shamelessly whimpering out his name.

What is wrong with me?

I can’t even convince myself that’s normal because it is not.

I consulted with Alice regarding my issue, and she replied with: “Ask Mr.Hottie to scratch your itch. I’m certain he is more than willing to scratch it all night, if necessary.”

I concluded that Alice could not help me at all. Neilson and Alice are a package deal, so luckily, he knows about my issue too.

He needed to input his opinion: “Alcohol. Consume a lot of alcohol and perform your s****l desires. Then, blame it on the alcohol.”

Unfortunately, I had thought about doing that, more than once.

Matt kissed me on the forehead, snapping me out of my vile thoughts. “Call me. Beep me. If you want to reach me,” he sang.

“Kim Possible,” I sang as croak laughter left my throat. Last night, Matt and I did a Kim Possible marathon. I fell asleep on the couch, which explains why I’m in Matt’s room. Sometimes, I feel like I sleep in his room more than my own. I should just move my stuff over here.

He gave me a small chuckle and pinched my cheeks before leaving.

After a good two hours of extra napping, I got up and got ready for the day. Eating some breakfast, I decided to take a walk and grab a cup of coffee.

Big Mistake.

“You still live here?” I heard a deep voice behind me, and it was the one and only Jack.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. After several seconds of lowering my murdering intentions, I turn towards him. “Yes, Jackass. I still live here.” I dislike Jack with pure passion.

“It’s Jack,” he said, rolling his eyes as he leans against the counter. He looks at the bartender who nods at him, indicating he knows what he wants.

“Ass,” I add on.

He releases a humorous snort, “Quite demanding, aren’t you? Baby remember we are in public. You can’t just ask for my ass. But you can beg me again on my bed.”

I let out a loud gag, “Please, I’m trying to hold in my breakfast right now and don’t call me baby.”

“Okay, Ugly Duckling, are you still trying to become a beautiful goose? Even money can’t cover what God curses you with.” He places a hand on my face and moves it around.

I rolled my eyes and smacked his hand away. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be? Like, have tea with the devil? Oh, wait, even the devil can’t stand you.”

He smirks, “I am having lunch later with the devil, want to join?”

Once more, I rolled my eyes; one day, my eyes are going to be stuck in the back of my head. I stood there and tapped my foot as I crossed my arm. I looked him in the eye and spit out a: “No.”

“Oh, Matt will be so disappointed.” He pushed out his lower lips.

“You said you were having lunch with the devil?” I questioned.

I don’t understand why Jack badmouths Matt, saying how he isn’t a good guy. He would also exaggerate everything Matt does, for example, laughing; he would make such a huge deal out of it as if he had never seen Matt’s laugh before.

“Yeah,” he answers casually. Jack grabs the cup of coffee and sips it. I shot a glare at the bartender who ignores my presence.

“Matt isn’t a devil,” I told him in a dangerous tone.

He burst out into loud laughter. “Are you kidding me?” He looked at me and stopped laughing. “You’re serious?”

I shook my head at his response and took a step forward. He may be a bit shorter than Matt, but he is taller than me. “Don’t ever call Matt the devil.” I poked his beautiful, defined chest.

I admit that Jack has a lovely body. I caught him jogging around several times in nothing but sweats. As a typical healthy woman, of course, I check him out. Jack would be so much more attractive if he would just shut up.

He snorted and grabbed my finger. Leaning towards me, he waved a hand back and forth in front of my face. “Wow. You’re blind, aren’t you?”

I retracted my finger, “How did you know? Are my contacts that obvious? You know it’s not my real eye color?” I cover my mouth, pretending to be shocked as I took a step back.

He chuckles lightly, “Looking Ugly Duckling you-”

I place a hand in front of him, stopping him from speaking any further. “What did you call me?”

“Ugly duckling,” he replied casually.

“Okay, I may not be as attractive as everyone who is sipping ridiculously expensive coffee here, but I am not ugly.” I would consider myself socially acceptable, an average person one may say.

I’m not too attractive like those runaway models, but I’m not horrendous to look at where one would rather be hit by a car than date me.

He pouted and pinched my cheek, which I immediately smack away. “Ugly Duckling-”

I release a loud groan, knowing he won’t stop. Placing both hands in the air, I wanted to wrap it around his neck and strangle him.

“Listen, you seem like a moderately okay decent, nice female, so I’m going to warn you. Matt isn’t nice at all. I don’t think the word nice exists in his dictionary. It would be best if you were more cautious of him,” he said in a seemingly sweet tone.

I stood there waiting for him to crack into loud laughter and saying just kidding, but nothing. He stood there, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the coffee cup, staring at me with a serious expression.

“How are you friends with Justin and Matt?” That question has been wandering in my mind ever since the step-down comment I received from Jack.

He narrows his eyes as he tightens his lips. “What do you mean?”

I scanned his body. “They are so nice, and you’re so urg.” I exaggerated my statement by shuddering.

He releases a chuckle of amusement. “I’m real unlike them,” he said, emphasizing each word.

“Say that again?”

“You heard me. You really think they are like that all the time?”

“Uh, no, not all the time.” Of course, no one can be nice twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Now that would be creepy, and I would not trust someone who is all smiles all the time.

“Don’t you wonder why they hang out with me?” He asked, taking another sip of his delicious smelling coffee. I turned and shot another glare at the bartender who continued ignoring me.

Look at me, stupid bartender. Look at my angry, upset face.

After several seconds, I turn back towards Jack. “Because they feel like they need to do some volunteer work. Lower the amount of jackass in the world.” I placed my hand in the air and lowered it for emphasis.

He snickers, “Justin is nice sometimes, but Matt, not so much.”

I snorted, “Matt is nice. He is the best guy in the whole world.”

He folded his arm and shook his head. “Ugly Duckling, don’t wiggle into unknown territories. You’re too small and fragile. You will get hurt.” I can pick up a hint of sympathy in his voice, but I pushed it in the back of my mind.

I did what’s sensible and picked up my cup of coffee that took a million seconds to finish. “Pardon me, but I got to waddle away from here.”

“You know what? None of my business. Keep believing he is an Angel. However, little Ugly Duckling, Did you know? Devils are Angels too.” Finally, he left the cafe.

While I walk back into the complex, workers would bow at me, and I would return it with a smile. Several times, I asked them to stop doing that, but they would smile and continue doing it. Whenever I ask someone why they are doing that, they told me, and I quote: “We wouldn’t want to disrespect Mr.Greyson’s girlfriend.”

I burst out into amused laughter at their answer and told them that I’m not Matt’s girlfriend. They would stand there and nod, but I feel like they didn’t believe me.

Unlocking the door, I saw Matt leaning on the counter, scrolling through his laptop. “Where did you go?” He asked as he put his black cup of coffee down. I held up a coffee cup, and he nodded, focusing his attention back on the laptop. I released a yawn, and Matt glanced back up at me.

He chuckles, “Want to take a nap?”

“Matt, I woke up two hours ago,” I said with another yawn.

He nods once again and continues his work. I went into my room and changed back into my pajamas. I decided to wear some socks since my feet get cold quickly. Being smaller than the average size, my body tends to lose more heat than others.

Oh! Another reason why it’s not weird sleeping with Matt. He is my personal heater.

It’s official; I’m going insane or horny, or both.

Walking out, Matt was no longer in his suit. Glancing down a smiling surface when I see him wearing the socks I bought for him at the mall.

I walked towards the couch and pulled a blanket over me. I can hear a laptop shut and wooden floor creaks. Matt sat next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, lay down. Let’s take a short nap,” he whispers, and I nod. He pulled the blanket over us. Our legs tangle with one another as he holds my hand.

“Good afternoon Nina,” he spoke softly.

“Good afternoon Matt,” I said, cuddling farther into him, hearing his calming heartbeats. Slowly, I drifted off into slumber.