F A L L O N

"Got me trippin', I adore you. I adore you, boy. You, know you're really different, baby. You, you might be the main thing, baby."

. . .

How I'm able to walk back onto the dance floor, is a mystery to me. Because Nicholas just thoroughly fucked me, and I feel like he fucked the energy out of me.

Yet, I'm still standing and finding my way towards Donia.

I'm still in a daze about the way he fucked me. About the look in his eyes and how fucking good it felt.

My pussy tingles again at the memory and I bite my lip, wishing he'd do it all over again.

Donia grabs both my hands when she sees me, but pauses as she sees my state.

"Why do you look freshly fucked?"

I let out a giggle. "Because I am."

Her eyes widen, and she dramatically lets her jaw drop. "I'm so proud of you! Who was the lucky guy you picked out tonight?"

I part my lips but close them again. What the fuck do I say?

Donia's eyes move to something behind me, and the corners of her mouth tug downward.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Turning around, I see that Nicholas is exiting the storage room and he looks up. The lights are flashing over everyone, creating chaos. And yet, nothing can take our eyes off each other.

All he does is send me a subtly wink before he heads for a table in the back where a few other men are seated.

I turn back to look at Donia and send her a sheepish smile. She can't roll her eyes any harder.

"You dumbass bitch. You're doing it to yourself at this point."

"But he just knows how to fuck me the way I like it," I whine and grab her arm, yanking on it. "He does it so well," I whisper, adding effect.

"I don't care if that dick personally takes you to heaven and back! He's toxic," she screeches and shakes her head.

"But it doesn't matter. Was it good?"

"Fuck yes," I sigh dreamily.

"You gonna cry about it later?"

"Probably."

"Sounds like a you problem."

Flipping her off, I let go of her and decide to end the conversation. Just like that, we resume partying.

And post-orgasm, I enjoy the hell out of my night, even though I feel a certain set of eyes burn into me.

The next morning, I'm glad that I decided to not drink as much.

I don't wake up with a pounding headache, nor do I feel the desire to throw up.

Donia, however, can't relate. When I go to the guestroom and find her slumped by the toilet in the bathroom, she tells me that she's been there since five in the morning.

We had a lot of fun last night. I danced until my legs gave out, and so did she. Our friends joined us, and Reed did too.

I didn't even bother about Nicholas being there. He never interfered, just made sure I was safe and that no one was going to take advantage of me.

Though, at a certain point, I felt sad because I couldn't drag him over to the dance floor to dance with me.

I wanted his hands on me, but I couldn't do that without drawing the attention of his friends and making them wonder why he's dancing with me while being engaged.

Shaking my head, I rid myself of my negative thoughts and drag Donia downstairs with me. Dad just comes out of the kitchen and chuckles when he sees our state.

"Did you have a good night?" he asks and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. I nod and send him a little smile.

"The best, I had so much fun," I smile. A sleepy Donia nods next to me. "Though, I'm never drinking again," she adds, making dad snort.

"That's what they all say."

Laughing, I go into the kitchen with Donia and make us both pancakes with bacon and eggs. I also give her a few painkillers for the headache along with a cup of coffee.

We spend the whole morning in the kitchen, and I see that she's slowly not feeling as hungover anymore, which I'm glad for.

When I check my phone, I see that I've received messages from all the friends who joined us last night, saying that they had a fun time and thanking me for inviting them.

Donia and I both go back upstairs after breakfast, and as I near my room, I notice that there's a little note hanging on my door.

Frowning, I take it between my fingers and read the handwriting scribbled on it. Handwriting that I've seen before.

My office is done getting remodeled. Come over to take a look.

How lovely of him to just order that and not even ask.

He's scribbled the address underneath, and without knowing any better, I take the note and stuff it away.

Walking into my room, I wonder whether or not I should throw the note away or not.

It's probably for the best if I did.

But do I want to?

Don't lie to yourself.

I go into the bathroom to take a quick shower and notice that I haven't taken off the necklace that Nicholas has gifted me.

Looking into the mirror, I lift my hand and trace the delicate pendant.

It's so beautiful. I can't make myself not wear it. It'd be a waste.

And it feels so thrilling and... good to have it around my neck while wearing nothing else. It feels like a sin, but fuck if it doesn't turn me on.

After having washed my body and hair, I quickly dry myself and go into my closet.

I take a pair of black, flared pants that are really tight around my ass and thighs, but flow when reaching my calves. I add a sweater on top that stops around my mid-riff and call it a day.

Donia leaves soon enough, blowing me a kiss and saying that she'll text me later. As I wave her goodbye from the front door, I take out the note Nicholas left me and let out a heavy sigh.

What the fuck do I do?

Shaking my head, I know I'm not fooling anyone and take the car keys, go into the garage, and unlock my car.

After typing the address into the GPS, it's not that hard to follow the route and soon enough, I find myself parking the car in the parking lot.

The building that Nicholas is about to inherit from his father is huge. And I know it's not the only one around the world.

It's intimidating, almost.

AMORETTO ENTREPRISES is staring at me, the bold letters inviting me in but also warning me for whatever Nicholas has in store for me.

I walked past this building plenty of times in New York and was always impressed by the design and the height.

The security guards standing outside the building don't help with the nerves I'm having, either.

Never thought I'd enter one of those intimidating buildings.

But I do. After showing one of the guards my ID.

The marble floors glint at me when I enter, and the black and white walls inside are all polished and taken care of.

I bet they even have people to clean the plants around here.

Looking around, I have no idea where I have to go.

So much for leaving me instructions, Nicholas.

Deciding to do the most logical thing to do, I approach the reception where a guy is seated behind.

He nods at me in acknowledgment.

"Good afternoon, how may I help you?"

"Hello, I'd like to see Mr. Amoretto."

"Have you scheduled an appointment?"

I part my lips but shake my head. "N-no, but I know him personally, and I'm just paying him a friendly visit," I say and want to slap myself. What the fuck was that excuse?

I'm at a loss for words right now, not knowing what to say.

Swallowing, I square up my shoulders a bit.

"Let me check his agenda," he says and looks on the computer, clicking a few times and letting his eyes scan the screen.

"He doesn't have an appointment for another thirty minutes. I'm going to call his secretary and ask her if it's okay to send you up."

After waiting for about five minutes, the guy says that Nicholas approved of me going up, and after giving him all the information that's needed of me, he sends me into the elevator.

Scanning everything around me, I notice that my clothes weren't the right choice for today. Oh well, it's not like I'm applying to work here.

Arriving at one of the highest floors, the elevator doors open and I step outside. Nicholas' secretary is a brunette with shoulder-length hair, her lips painted a bold red.

Everything about her screams elegance and business. Her green eyes meet mine, and she sends me a closed-lipped smile.

"Mr. Amoretto is expecting you. The door at the end of the hallway, on the right."

"Thank you so much," I smile, and she returns it.

I then follow her instructions and go to Nicholas' office, arriving in front of a big, wooden door. Lifting my hand, I knock on it and wait patiently for him to tell me to come in.

The first thing he says when I open the door is; "Lock the door."

I do as he says and spin around, facing him.

He's rid himself of his blazer and has rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing a bit of his chest.

He's leaning back in his chest, the side of his foot resting on his knee. He places his pointer finger against his lips as he watches me, completely relaxed.

I'm caught off-guard by him, but I quickly compose myself.

"You could've let me know how to get up here without going through the receptionist."

"Did you have any trouble?"

"No."

"Well, you're here, aren't you? Mission accomplished, now stop whining."

My lips part. "I'm not whining."

"Hmm, come here."

And like a puppet on a string, I do as he says because his voice is so deep and alluring, all I want to do is listen to it.

I guide myself over towards him and plant myself on the edge of his desk.

Then, I let my eyes wander around his office.

The windows are ceiling-high – of course – and he has his back facing the window, making him look superior to everyone underneath him.

The color accents in his office are brown, black, and white. His desk is a combination of dark brown wood and some black accents.

He has a huge closet standing on the other side of the room, where the door is. All kinds of files and books are in there, along with even some family pictures that have a soft smile come on my face.

And then he has another couch.

"What exactly changed around here?" I ask him while glancing around.

"My desk. The walls, door. Even the tiles. I had some other offices around here being renewed, added some modifications," he answers. I glance down at the floor and see that it has grey tiles that seem to be polished.

"I like it," I say honestly. "It's very... office-like," I chuckle, making him snort.

I glance back at him. "You work a lot," I notice, and he nods.

"What is it that you do?"

"Invest," he answers. "Buy companies, buy stocks. Making deals and holding meetings. My dad studied economy back in high school and college. It interested me a little bit more than history when I was about to go to college, so I majored in it."

"Your dad never forced you to study it?"

Nicholas shakes his head. "No, otherwise he would've chosen Aurora to do so since she's the eldest. But he let her study law as she wanted. I chose economy because I wanted to. And I didn't want to let his legacy die."

"That's sweet of you. I'd do the same thing," I reply. "So..." I trail off, "you just buy companies whenever you want?"

"Usually, yes," he smiles, his finger still remaining in front of his lips. "And when the company can profit off it, obviously."

"Obviously," I echo.

I ask him a few more questions, and he goes on to explain how some stocks work and who's in charge of them.

He even goes to show me on his laptop when some stocks were at their peak, and when they started to go down again and lose their value.

I don't know how much time I spend listening to him, but I don't grow bored of his explanations. It's all very interesting, actually.

"Thank you for explaining," I grin and lean down a bit, so our faces come a bit closer.

"It was my pleasure," he replies in a deep hum.

I bite my lip. "You're hot when you explain things."

A smirk takes over his lips, and he leans in, kissing me and tasting my lips, drawing his tongue over them before slipping it into my mouth.

I let out a soft moan and deepen the kiss, caressing his tongue and feeling a hot fire lick its way between my legs.

"You should leave," he whispers, "before I start doing inappropriate things."

With a pout, I lean back and lift up my sweater, revealing my bra-covered breasts. His eyes darken and his breathing goes a bit heavier.

"You're playing a dangerous game."

I smile at him.

"Maybe losing has a sweeter taste than victory."

That has him standing up and towering over me, pushing me back on his desk as he descends his lips on mine.

I moan and lift my hands, raking my fingers through his dark and soft locks. I pull on them and gasp when he drives his hips between my thighs.

My eyes roll into the back of their sockets when he does it again, grinding into my clit. "Nicholas," I whimper and feel myself drenching my underwear.

His large hands cup my breasts over the cups and squeeze, pulling it down and revealing my nipples. I jerk in his hold when he twists and pulls on them, before soothing the nubs with his thumb and caressing them.

His hands move to my back, where he unclips my bra and makes me shiver.

I sigh into his mouth and tilt my head back when he starts planting kisses down to my jaw and neck.

My pussy is starting to throb when he hooks his fingers around my pants and starts dragging them down my legs, pulling them off of me. Next are my panties.

By the time he's trailing kisses down my stomach, I'm a panting mess on his desk.

His hands carefully lower me onto the desk, my back resting against the hard wood. But it soon arches off of it once I feel a long lick up my slit.

"Oh... fuck," I bring out and gasp when he closes his lips around my clit.

And then he starts sucking on it. Slow, leisure sucks that go through my entire body. His fingers are digging into my thighs, keeping them in place and making his broad frame fit between my legs.

Tears spring to my eyes when Nicholas presses his piercing against my clit, rubbing against it over and over again.

I try bucking my hips as much as I can. The muscles in my lower stomach are tightening up with each rub and lick of his soft tongue.

A loud gasp leaves me when he trails his tongue down, to dive into me softly and slowly. He soon has me writhing on his desk and thighs trembling around his head.

My hands are pulling on his hair, begging for more and more.

I notice my moans getting louder, so I bite my lips to suffocate them instead. And yet, some whines find their way out.

Especially when he presses his piercing against my clit again, time and time again.

And when he sucks it into his mouth again, so effortlessly and with the right force, it pushes me over the edge.

It has a tear running down my temple at the force of the pleasure and I come undone on his desk.

I'm a panting mess by the time he's standing up again, licking his lips while looking disheveled because I ran my hands through his hair so many times.

Biting my lip, I sit up and put my hands on his chest, slowly pushing him down on his chair.

"Your turn."

He raises a brow and witnesses me getting down on my knees in front of him to unzip his pants.

I start unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper, reaching my hand into his boxers and taking out his hard erection.

It's huge and throbbing in my hand, when I softly stroke it, I hear his sharp intake of breath.

Placing my hands on his thighs, I rub them up and down, coming dangerously close to his cock, before moving down again.

I push myself up on my knees and lean up, pressing a long kiss on Nicholas' lips. He responds quickly, kissing me back – slowly, passionately.

It brings back the fire inside of me, sets me alive, and makes me want to do so much more to him.

Even as I slowly go down, Nicholas grips my jaw to keep our lips presses together.

And I lower myself the slightest bit, still kissing him and letting our tongues stroke each other.

Though, Nicholas pauses when I grab both of my breasts in my hands, bringing them down and pressing his cock between them.

"What are you doing, Fallon?" he breathes against my lips. I smirk and let my tongue trace his lower lip.

"Letting you take another first from me," I whisper, "I've never let a man fuck my breasts. Wouldn't you like to be the first one?"

His cock jerks against my breasts, and I bite my lip at the sight.

It turns me the fuck on doing this. My eyes are probably hooded and my breathing is heavy.

My nipples are hard and when I softly run my fingertips over them, I need to clench my thighs together.

Taking my breasts back into my hands, I move my body up and down, making his cock slide between them.

Nicholas' head is thrown back in pleasure, and his hands are gripping the armrests rather tightly.

There's precum leaking from his cock, and I know he's on his way to his climax. But I also know that stimulation from this won't be enough for him.

Nicholas' eyes flutter open when I stop, and his half-lidded gaze tells me that he's not done with me yet.

"You either do something about it, or I will," he brings out, his jaw clenching.

He quickly shuts up when I run my tongue over his tip, feeling the coldness of his piercing against it.

His chest puffs out with a large breath, and he tilts his head back when I wrap my lips around the tip, softly sucking.

"Fallon," he breathes, and then I feel his fingers tangling themselves in my curls.

I suck again, then run my tongue over his tip.

My eyes watch the slant of his jaw as it tightens.

The grip he has on my hair becomes slightly more forceful, but I enjoy it. I enjoy the groans and grunts that leave him when I run my tongue along the underside of his cock.

When I lick the vein multiple times before taking more of his dick into my mouth. I lift my hand, letting my fingertips graze his balls slightly.

He jerks in his seat, and it's then that his grip on my locks becomes harsher. More demanding.

His other hand grips the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white as soon as he starts moving my head up and down his cock.

"Take it like a good girl," he breathes. His lustful gaze is cast down on me, watching as my lips slide up and down his cock.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking the energy right out of him. My fingers continue to stroke his balls, weighing them before running my thumb across them.

"Just like that, Fallon," he whispers hoarsely before he mercilessly starts bobbing my head up and down.

His cock hits the back of my throat multiple times, making tears gather in my eyes as I gag on his dick.

But my pleading sounds only encourage him further, the noises I'm emitting seem to add to what's bringing him closer to the edge.

My jaw is aching, begging to be released – but I'm not paying it any mind.

If possible, I hollow my cheeks even further until the point where I think I swallowed his whole cock since it's so far into my mouth.

And then, he erupts in my mouth, shooting ropes of cum down my throat and forcing me to swallow. I happily oblige to his commands, before letting go of him and licking my lips after having swallowed everything down.

His face is a bit flushed and his breathing is heavy.

"Come here," he breathes and hoists me up on his lap, kissing me until my lips start to hurt.

"What a tour of the office you gave me," I whisper against his lips with a grin.

He smiles back at me, and I fall in love with the beauty of it. My heart breaks a bit more when I see that smile.

"You could say that again."

. . .

Thank you guys so much for 600k reads. It means a lot to me.

I know it's been a while since I last updated, but I'm busy with my exams as I've said before and they're taking up all of my time.

I wrote a lot of this chapter right before the exams, and only had some time left today to finish it.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Also guys Fallon didn't have any Molly at the party.

A bitch forgot that Aurora said the same words pls don't come for me ffs.

And uh, STOP COMPARING NICHOLAS TO JOE GOLDBERG.

I'M NOT FUCKING WITH THE COMMENTS GUYS, IT'S A HUGE TURNOFF.

On another note; Joshua Bassett's songs have me crying n throwing up. I'm in love with the lyrics.

Thank you so much for reading!!

I love you <33