It's been pretty quiet since the hospital incident, with the exception of planing my new restaurant. Sometimes I would wonder if he would ever confess his feelings, and other times I would wonder how long I should stay in his life.

As I looked around the empty but grand layout of the restaurant to be, I felt a small warmth of gratitude that I had this opportunity to own an upscale restaurant in an expensive part of New York, all thanks to one man.

The air smelled of fresh paint, the floor was covered with sheer white plastic, and the walls shimmer in the evening sun, filtering through the windows. It was quite, in a peaceful way, if I didn't think about all the noxious fumes I was inhaling.

The click of the door startled me. Who could that be? Nick wasn't coming by and Ryan and Lily are busy.

I recognized the sandy blond hair and deep brown eyes almost immediately. One of my coworkers, or should I say former coworker.

"Um, hi," He waved awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hello, May I help you?" I asked.

"I finally found you," he swiped imaginary sweat off his forehead, "You suddenly disappeared from the company, and I told myself I would tell you this before either one of us left," he started.

"Okay..."

"Listen," he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest, "you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I wanted to tell you I had feelings for you for so long, but I was scared to get rejected. Would you go out with me? On a date?"

His cheeks burned red, and I could feel his heart pounding. My mind was so foggy. How could I not have noticed? Why didn't he tell me sooner? What was it with men keeping their feelings to themselves? Couldn't he just say them out loud?!

Okay... so that might be about someone else. I couldn't get Nick's face out of my mind. Could I really go on a date with him and give up on Nick? Just one date wouldn't hurt. Nick probably wouldn't even care.

"I-"

"Get your fucking hands off her. Now."

Oh no.

Our heads snapped to a fuming Nick. He stomped over and pushed the man who previously had his arms around me off and grabbed my upper arm and started dragging me out of the building.

"Wait! Nick!" I shouted, tripping over my own feet.

He proceeded with his angry pace, gripping my forearm a little too tightly. He opened his car door with a little too much force and shoved me inside. I flinched as I heard the door slam closed.

He roughly grabbed my waist and pulled me up, keeping me at his side. He took out his phone and angrily barked out orders to his men to lock up the restaurant and cancel a meeting for tonight.

Once he was done, I moved my eyes up toward his face, "Nick,"

"Don't say anything," he growled.

His tone shut me right up. I felt guilty even though I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like he wants me.

The ride was awkward. He sat there with his death grip on my hip, anger and fury swirling in his eyes. I sat there worrying about what he was going to do to me. Even though in the back of my mind I was hoping he would share his feelings, I was still scared of what he could do to me. He is the mafia king. He could do anything.

Once the car came to a stop, Nick roughly opened the door and dragged me out my my upper arm. He led me up to our bedroom. The maids giving me sympathetic looks as I stumbled to keep up with him.

"Nick! Stop! You're hurting me!" I tugged slightly to get his attention.

He quickly opened the door, shoved me inside, slammed the door, and pushed me against it. His body pinned mine parallel to the wall. His muscular arms on each side of my body, trapping me.

"Who was that?" He growled.

"One of my old coworkers," I whispered, afraid.

He humorlessly chuckled. "Right."

"It's true! I don't even know what his name is!" I was trying hard to get him to believe me.

"Then why the hell did he have his hands all over you?!" His eyes burned with fury, making me gulp.

"Why do you care?" I bitterly spat.

"Because you're mine," he leaned in closer to me.

"No, I'm not," I tried to push his hard chest back, but he only leaned in closer.

"You were mine since the day I first saw you," he finalized. He brought his hands in my hair and met my lips halfway, pulling me into him. All the anger and fear I had in me faded away and I found myself pulling him closer. His lips were soft, warm, and demanding. I relished in the pleasurable tingles I felt wherever he touched me.

He slid his tongue between my lips and explored, taking in everything I had to offer at that moment. I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed his hand on my butt to support me along with feeling my body.

He started walking to the bed and placed me onto it. I reached for his tie to loosen it and broke the kiss to lift it over his head, too impatient to unravel the whole thing. I pushed his jacket off his shoulder, hearing it fall to the floor not a second later. He slid my tights down my legs, coming back up to unzip my dress.

He started kissing and sucking my collar bone while slipping the dress completely off, making me moan the entire time. Shivers ran down my spine as the tips of his fingers dragged across my bare skin. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trying to get it open as fast as I possibly could.

He lifted himself and took off the rest of his shirt. I quickly moved down to unbuckled his belt. Once it was done, I unbuttoned his pant and unzipped them. He brought himself down, capturing my lips for a kiss. I used my feet to push his pants down and he shimmied out of them.

He unclasped my bra and started kissing down toward my chest. I moaned as his mouth latched on to one and his fingers played with the other.

"You're so fucking beautiful," He murmured.

"You're so fucking hot," I moaned.

I pushed down his boxers with my feet, feeling his hard impressive length spring up. His thumbs hooked the outsides of the pink lace panties and swiftly pulled them down my legs.

"Are you sure?" He asked, before lowering himself in position, stroking his member against my heat a few times, eliciting a moan from me.

"Yes," I almost wanted to beg at this point.

He got himself into position and thrusted into me. I groaned due to the slight short lived pain.

"Fuck you're tight. Are you a virgin?" He joked.

I wasn't laughing so his eyes became as big as saucers.

"Oh shit! You are?" His eyes held panic and fear.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him a little deeper. "Yes."

He stroked my hair with his fingers. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to stop like you are now," I mumbled.

He sighed. "I don't want to stop either. If you want to stop, yell. Okay?"

"Okay," I nodded.

He began thrusting again. I instantly moaned at the pleasure spreading throughout my body. As he thrusted, I met him with my own and soon enough we were in a rhythm. The room was filled with moans and groans. Soon enough, I began to feel the peak coming closer.

"Nick, I'm close," I moaned.

He began to thrust harder, hitting the exact spot. I moaned louder. "Fuck," he groaned. I felt it coming and like a wave crashing down, I trembled and moaned as I rode out my climax, moaning his name as I did so.

"Oh yes, Amelia!" He groaned toward the end of my climax. I felt his muscles tense, his breathing get heavier, and him twitch as he finished.

He rolled off of me, dragging me over to him by my waist. We both took a moment to breathe.

"That was amazing. I haven't done that in a long time," he mumbled.

"It was. You're really good," I murmured.

He chuckled. "I haven't had much experience."

I looked up to him. "I thought that you...well, um-"

"I've only done it twice. Both were one night stands," he blushed.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I've been too busy to think about women, and I'm not exactly the go around guy," he scratched the back of his neck.

"Nick," I called out.

"Yeah"

"I'm glad," I whispered.

He kissed the top of my forehead. "I'm glad, too."