In a bedroom, large and sophisticated, painted in white with every piece of furniture of the best design was Nichole, tracing her right index finger downwards in the centre of Colin's chiselled chest.
She planted a kiss on his lips and proceeded to cross her legs over his, sitting on him while he lay asleep.
Not being a deep sleeper, his eyes opened to see the naughty look on her face.
He saw she had his shirt on, this made him smile knowing she had made that a hobby.
"How did you wake before me?" He asked softly.
She lowered her head and kissed him again. He kissed her back and she did again but was willing to take it to another level.
"Hey, shouldn't you be tired?" He stopped her.
"I still want more.." She told him persuasively.
He looked in her eyes for a bit and became disappointed.
"Where are you going?" she inquired, watching him exit the bed.
"You promised to stop." He said, reaching for his clothes.
"What are you talking about?" She pretended to be clueless.
He said no words and only proceeded to wear his pants.
His silence was loud enough and her conscience ate her too deep to continue with the pretence.
"Okay, okay, come on, it was just one shot." She said.
"I can't have you breaking promises you make to me." He said, with his back still turned towards her.
"I just wanted to give you a great night." She said.
"Self deceit then." He replied as he turned to her.
She could see his face showed great disappointment. She heaved a sigh knowing she was in for some scolding.
"All those years they gave you that shit so you could make them enough money like you were an animal.
You should hate it but- you love it too much don't you?" He said.
"I followed the recommended dosage. I didn't abuse it," she told him trying to savage the situation.
"You are unbelievable." He told her.
"Baby, you are overreacting." She said, getting off the bed as well hoping to get close to him.
"Maybe I am. I need my shirt." He said, sternly.
"But I don't want you to go." She begged, wrapping her arms around his body and burying her face in his belly.
"It's morning and we have jobs." He told her, not wanting to give in to her charms.
"And if I promised I won't take the shots again? Will you stay then?" she inquired with childish hope.
"You make me feel like a fool." He responded, breaking free from her and and walking out of the room and down the stairs.
"What? How?. Babe, it was just one shot I assure you." She followed behind him.
He heard his phone ring in the living room. He had left it on one of the couches and now realised it might be urgent.
Getting to the living room, he took the call.
"Who was it?" Nichole inquired.
"I have to go." He said.
"I asked a question." She insisted.
"That was work. I need my shirt now. " He told her.
"I don't like her." She said.
"Who?" he inquired.
"Miley or whatever." She said, taking off his shirt while looking away.
Her figure became evident from the undies she had on. Her slender waist, curved hips and long legs would be every girl's dream.
"Why dislike someone you don't even know?" He asked her while sliding his body quickly into his shirt.
"There is just something about her that's off. You are a man. You can't see it. Most men can't see past fresh meat." She said.
He let out a smile.
"Come here." He said in a sexy manner.
She liked it when he used that voice.
He held onto her waist and fixed his eyes on hers.
"I'm a one-woman type of man. Even though it's cute, you have no reason to be jealous." He assured her.
"I don't trust her. I have a bad feeling about her." She insisted.
"Do me a favour." He said. "Don't kick her out." He ended with a brief kiss.
After sharing goodbyes, he left her apartment but his words didn't convince her much.
"I am your niece. " Nichole stated from across an office desk.
Her tone was spiteful. She looked disappointed and was willing to spell out every letter of the word.
"Nichole, you are a model. You have no business with acting." Her uncle told her.
He was a nerd, over gelled hair and had a square chin. He looked good enough for his age.
"Anyone can act." She said.
"No one would want to bet their money on that." He told her.
"Your hands are shaking, Uncle. You are hiding something." Nichole said.
"I have no idea what you are talking about and if you don't mind, I need to get back to work." He told her.
"With everyone on the list. It had to be her. No, I don't believe in miracles or grace.
She is a nobody for this to be politics, so what was it? Did you sleep with her?" Nichole inquired authoritatively.
"I will not have you insult me, Nichole. She is young enough to be my daughter." He said.
"And so am I, yet with my fame and name, she is the one you would rather bet your money on. It's okay.
I just want you to know, that I will get to the bottom of this and when I do, I will have a toast to your shame." she told him.
Afterwards, she stepped out of his office. Wearing her dark glasses to not draw attention and go unnoticed but once she got outside the building, her eyes met with him, Frank.
"Hey, Frank. What are you doing here?" She inquired, surprised.
"Stopped by to see a friend." He replied surprised as well.
Frank was a successful businessman who obviously never missed gym classes.
From his suit to his shoes, anyone could tell he was one of the big boys.
"You look- different." She said.
"Oh. The things money does for us." He smiled.
"Yeah right?" She concurred.
"Come with a car?" He inquired.
"Oh yes." She responded.
"Nice seeing you then." He said and walked away.
On one hand, she felt insulted and on the other, she couldn't wrap her head around it.
'How did he get so rich? '
She watched him walk over to his Ferrari and kept watching him.
"Babe? what are you doing here?" Colin's voice came from behind her.
It made her freeze knowing she had less than five seconds to come up with something .