Nick’s Obsession (The Billionaire’s Obsession 3)

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Brandon wrapped me up in his arms the best he could, his eyes lingering on my stomach, “Have you gotten bigger?”

I stepped back, placing both my hands on my stomach, “Maybe, just two more months or so.”

“Evan is coming back soon.” Brandon handed me a cup of tea and took a seat next to me on the couch, “You must be excited.”

“I don’t want to talk about Evan, though I adore him.” I turned to look at him and placed my hand on top of his, “Brandon, I’m getting married.”

He laughed at me, “Em, I already knew that.”

I nodded, “Yeah, fair enough. But have I also told you that I want you to be my man of honor?”

“W-What?” He looked confused.

“There is no else I trust more than you.”

He took a while to respond but when he did he made my day, “You just surprised me. I thought the bride usually ask one of her girlfriends to become the maid of honor. But I suppose I can understand why you asked me.”

“I don’t have many girlfriends, to begin with.”

Brandon raised an eyebrow at me, “Good to know I’m your only option left.”

“I wanted you to give me away.” I clutched my cup with both hands, “But things are going well between my family and me, so I figured I might ask Max or my father to give me away. Doing it the proper way.”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Why can’t you just ask your father?”

“He is sick.” I told him quietly, “Afraid he might not make it. If he does make it-” I took a deep breath, trying to get the words out without breaking out in tears, “I’m sure he’ll be too tired to make the walk. He isn’t doing well. Tired most of the time.”

“I hope he makes it.” Brandon’s lips curled up to a small smile, “Watching his daughter marry the love of her life and meeting the grandson. I hope he gets to live through those things.”

My throat tightened, my eyes stinging as I forced myself not to cry.

Brandon wrapped an arm around my shoulders and snuggled closer, hushing me, “It’s okay if you want to cry. Just cry. I’m always here to hold you.”

Brandon took my cup away, placing it on the table in front of us and wrapped me up in his arms, holding me while I cried.

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For dinner, I prepared lasagna with a green salad and a chocolate cake. The apartment smelled delicious and when Nick came home he immediately freshened up, ready to dig in. We couldn’t have dinner yet though, we still had to wait for Brandon to show up.

“I told Brandon I knew about him showing up later.”

Nick sipped from his water, “I figured you would.”

“I broke down after I told him about my dad, afterward we talked about everything and I just had to tell him about tonight.”

“I don’t mind, I just wanted to let Brandon know he can trust me.”

“He does trust you.” I assured Nick, “He accepted us.”

“He wouldn’t let us be together if he didn’t trust me?”

I nodded, “Now you’re getting it.”

Nick snorted, “Even if Brandon didn’t want us to be together I’d still fight for you.”

A few minutes later Brandon and Sacha showed up. We had dinner on the couch, everything very causal between us. I liked that, I liked that they were like family. I also liked the fact that I got along well with Sacha. She was going to be part of Brandon’s life. The way they looked at each other told me that much. So I was relieved Sacha didn’t hate me. She also seemed to get along well with Nick. Even more so than Brandon. As I glanced at my fiancé I could tell Nick enjoyed talking to Sacha. He wasn’t pretending. It brought so much relief to me I couldn’t describe the feeling.

After dinner, we had dessert and watched our movie. It was getting close to midnight when Brandon and Sacha left. I freshened up while Nick cleaned up. While slipping into one of Nick’s shirts I turned around and faced him when he entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“What?” He asked, noticing the way I stared at him.

“I need you to take off your pants.”

He frowned, “Excuse me?”

“We haven’t done it in a while.”

That made his cheeks flush for the first time ever. Nick never seemed taken back when we talked sex, he rather liked it. I think the fact that his pregnant fiancée more or less demanded sex from him got him all flustered. He probably thought it wasn’t something he could do either. I wasn’t letting it go though. I needed him. The tingling between my legs driving me insane.

“I know.”

I stepped to him and reached for his pants, undoing his belt, “I need you, Nick. So much right now. I haven’t been this wet, ever.”

He stopped my hands, letting out a groan when I brushed up against his growing erection, “Emily, I don’t know about this.”

“You seriously not going to give me what I want?” I pulled my hands away, pressed them up against his firm chest instead and pushed him, pleased with myself when I made him fall on his back on the bed, “I can be on top, it won’t be a big deal.”

“Nighttime is Matthew’s time to move around.” He reminded me.

“So what? I have to wait for another three possibly four months before I can be together with you again?”

I startled him, linking my fingers with his as I watched him think about it. The look in his eyes told me he was considering it. The growing erection between his legs telling me he was game.

“Fine.” He whispered, “But we’ll take it slow. Tell me when you feel uncomfortable.”

Smiling I let my hands wander, feeling up my fiancé. It got him in the mood fast. He gave me what I wanted for a while, making love to me. It felt great being together with him again. It made me feel loved and beautiful. Though Nick never made me doubt his love for me. He always told me one way or another. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve him, but I’d hold on tightly. Never letting go of someone so beautiful. So precious.