Kelli G Order Up One Hot Vampire 
 
 
 Order Up One Hot Vampire 
           It was late in the afternoon when she arrived at her place in an exclusive complex for people like her—half-vampires. Still dressed in her soaking uniform, she dumped her handbag in a nearby sofa and plopped down on the floor. Syra was still bothered at the thought that she was fired—without pay! When employees are fired early before their contract, they should be paid for their efforts, right?  But no, that pig-headed boss of hers really took Irvina’s side of that sorry incident at the restaurant and that slutty slut had to stick up on that pig to get her out of her way. 
           She knew that Irvina has eyes on their lame excuse of a boss but the boss has set his perverted eyes on her and she didn’t like it, neither does Irvina. The whore concocted plans for her termination but only this plan was successful. That bore-headed customer was just as pig-headed as her boss anyway, it didn’t help that the customer was a class-A member of the restaurant. It was not her fault she tripped and spilled the meal on that customer. She didn’t even trip accidentally but she knew it was Irvina’s handiwork. 
           She sighed as she remembered the customer beginning to spit out his rage at her, at the boss and—if it’s any consolation—at Irvina also. The boss was so embarrassed that when the customer demanded for her number the boss gave it to him with no qualms. Her eyes watered as she remembered his words. 
            “I’ll keep this for a moment and think about filing a case against her or the restaurant for being so clumsy and so useless. I’m heading home and prepare my own meal for this,” he smiled and Syra swore she saw the man from somewhere, only she couldn’t place where, exactly. 
           She sighed forlornly again and fought not to cry when her eyes darted before the door. She saw an envelope with the complex’s seal in front of it. Her heart pounded with nervousness as her mind raced to the very possibility why she’d gotten the letter. She opened it and gasped and the letter fell to the floor beside her. 
           Her thoughts were right and she didn’t dare stop herself from crying now. The letter was a notice that if she didn’t pay her rent tomorrow, she’ll be kicked out of the complex. She admitted that she had been giving the complex’s manager promissory notes for the past weeks but how could she? Whenever she has money, something always comes up. Like the fire Irvina made at the pastry chef’s hat and blamed her for it, she paid for the chef’s new outfit and hospitalization for a 2nd degree burn he had on his head. He tried to pay Syra back but she knew the man needed the money more having to raise 8 kids and a wife who’s 7 months pregnant. When the time that someone got into her complex and stole her stuff, leaving only the things that she needed: Bed, bathtub, sofa, closet and stove. 
           It was weird, she knew, but still she had to report it to the complex manager and all he ever did was change her locks! She couldn’t do anything more since he already said that if she wanted alarms installed she’ll have to upgrade her room a.k.a she needs to pay.  Simpering Zeus, I am powerless without money in this city! 
            Ever since she finished college in her little town, she got the hell out of there before… Syra shook her head and looked around her near empty room. 
           She was an orphan at age 25- appearance: age three when her family accidentally left her in a park, when she was 85- appearance: age 15 she left the orphanage and worked her way to finish high school and college. 
           Being half-vampire was not that bad, they age much faster than they look since they’re just Halflings, her family was travelling a lot and she was an observant little girl so she immediately applied human mannerisms and ways since she was abandoned. She didn’t really mind that her parents were an ignorant bunch; she found out that she could handle herself on her own. 
           She met people like her when she was in college and she felt her heart skip at the mention of college. So many things happened in college. Unlike her elementary days in the orphanage or the high school in her small town, the college she attended was a mile away from her town and a mile away from the big city, which entailed many more possibilities of excitement. But she found out it was wilder than she ever imagined. 
           Syra shook her head. She didn’t want to reminisce that time. Indeed it gave her the buzz she gets from coffee but she forgot that every coffee buzz, it will break and leave you broken as well, unless you get another cup. She refused that second serving and left coffee for good, going to milk in its stead. She meant it metaphorically and literally. 
           Now, how was she going to pay that debt by tomorrow? 
           A muffled ringtone of her phone suddenly emanated from her handbag. Her shoulders slumped but she crawled her way to the sofa and expected another bad news or another greeting from her friend, Alexa. She wished, hoped and prayed that the phone call was from the latter. 
           “Hello?” 
           “Yes, is this Ms. Crestal Whelmielyn?” a somewhat familiar voice spoke. 
           “Uhm… yes?” That was the name she used in applying for the complex but the complex staff knew about her full name. 
           “I was the one who you made into a potluck at the restaurant,” he said and she was afraid that her prayers were not answered. This was typical of her life, when a disaster happened she would look forward to another. 
           “A-are you… gonna press charges at me now?” Syra’s voice quivered and tears began to fall again on her almost dry face. 
           To her surprise, the guy at the end of the line chuckled. Her brows furrowed. The man almost wanted to kill her at the restaurant, now he was laughing at her as though she amused him greatly.  Maybe he is because he’s gonna drop the bomb on you and enjoy every minute of it exploding around you. 
            “No, I won’t drop the bomb on you and enjoy myself. I am not a monster, unlike your boss.” he suddenly said and she jumped.  Was he—? 
            “Yes, I am. I must say that a pretty 135 year-old, young, half-vampire would get a job in a mortal’s eatery is a little bit… unpleasant,” the amused tone never left his voice. She decided he must be a pretty old full-fledged vampire for him to read her mind through the phone. 
           “Well, if you detest it that much, why’d you even go there?” she snapped. Of course she was offended, she was an orphan, she was young and was inexperienced to many things and she has no one to turn to but her knowledge about the human life. 
           “I am sorry to have offended you, Ms. Crestal, but I have a perfect job for you in place of the one you lost. It took me a couple of tries before I did make you trip over my leg. You’re fast for a newbie.” 
            He was the one who tripped me? But why? 
            “I wanted to help you out of that God-forsaken place. It was no place for a newbie like you. You may have pulled it off—almost, but it won’t be long until you’re excuse for being athletic, as the reason that you move so fast, would buy out,” he pointed out and she just nodded absently at the logic. No matter how much he shouted and yelled at her at the restaurant, how he got her fired, she was kind of thankful that she finally got out of the hell hole. Only with no pay. 
           “Then you must accept my help,” he piped up. 
           “Are you enjoying reading my mind that much?” she pouted. She didn’t know why but she knew that she’d forgiven him with the shouting. 
           “Thanks for the forgiveness. I need to read you because if I wait for you to speak up, you won’t be able to pay your rent.” 
           Syra glanced at the paper on the door then back at the phone. “How did you know I received a notice?” 
           “The directions of your new job is beside the notice, you’ll be able to pay that rent… and more.” Then the line went dead. 
           Syra immediately stood up and turned to see another envelope beside the notice, just like he said! She didn’t even know the guy, except him being a full-fledged vampire, but he helped her with her financial problems when she thought he’ll sue her for her clumsiness. 
            But I am not since he was the one who tripped me,  she thought drily. She looked at her phone’s wallpaper of a rose and knew that he really ended the conversation. She rushed to the door and opened it. Looking at a bright white wall in front of her room, she looked left and right. The hallway was empty because other half-vampires are at their jobs. The caller was a  whole  vampire, which meant they are a hundred times faster and powerful than Halflings, and she’d be hoping for nothing that chances are well that she’ll see him again at the other side of the door. 
           Giving up, she looked down at the envelope, picked it up then closed the door. Whatever job he is offering, she’ll take it, if it means her keeping the room. 
           She sat down the sofa, ripped the letter and read from it. 
   
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           “No, no, no. You’ll do no such thing, Syra!” Syra gasped at her reflection. She was kneeling before the bathtub, she filled it with water—the colder the water the better, she got out her compact mirror and placed it on the bathtub’s edge. 
           After reading the ‘job offer’, she stiffened and when the letter fell from her loosened hold, she didn’t bother in picking it up. She quickly ran to the bathroom as goosebumps began to prickle her skin. 
           “A nude model!” she shouted at the reflection in disbelief. Her reflection couldn’t believe either. The man must be a whack job but… she really needed the money. Where will she go if she declined the job offer and she was kicked out? She bit her lip at the thought and tried to handle the situation calmly. 
           She exhaled and stared at the mirror stiffly. “Syra, I know that you know that you are not a virgin anymore, and I know that you know it is somehow a big deal to lose it to…uh… someone.” She shook her head in hopes that image was also shaken away. “But you need the money. You need to be strong. The employer is a vampire, like you. And vampires don’t violate other vampires without permission.” Syra sternly reminded herself. But her reflection was not yet fully convinced. 
           “Syra, if you are still sticking out from the 18th century, then think about the famous nude painters from the 70’s. That didn’t stop the ladies from being noticed right? And they get to paint those big, fat ones to express beauty and you, Syra, are one scrawny image of a dented Halfling…” she sighed at the thought. 
            I won’t get this job… They’ll probably put that in a museum if I agreed to this… won’t they? 
           “Ah, stinking Styx!” she shouted angrily. 
   
 ******** 
   
           “You’re model will arrive shortly, Nicholas.” Blazy drawled as he entered his office and sat on a vacant seat.  He ignored his best friend and continued brainstorming on what to do with the upcoming model’s pose. He had been painting all his life but somehow ideas and inspiration are hard to come by these days. When did that happen again? 
            Don’t ask or answer,  he thought gruffly. He heard Blazy chuckle and knew that he heard his thoughts. Lately, when they were young, Nicholas has the most guarded mind in the group. None, not even the powerful Vampire Principal could read his thoughts but when that incident happen he seemed out of control and he unknowingly broadcasts his thoughts. Thankfully, that only happened after graduation and they hit the road to the big city where a job awaits him and his friends. 
           “Are you gonna…?” Blazy grinned and Nicholas wasn’t stupid enough to not know what he meant. 
           He sighed. “Blazy, pal, I am kind of tired and this deadline is creeping up at me. I don’t have time to do her.”  I’d bet my money I won’t even be stimulated but its okay, I am an artist, anyway. 
            “Artist smartist. I’ll take you on that bet, buddy boy! Here’s the deal, if you get to do her today you’ll help me with this hot babe.” Blazy leaned back from the chair and folded his hands behind his head. It may seem not enough for the guy that he raised his legs and rested them on his desk. 
           “Shove off, Blazy.” he swiped Blazy’s legs from his desk and piled up his papers. “What will you do if you lose?” Nicholas narrowed his eyes at the grinning vampire. 
           “I won’t lose!” he jumped and stood up. “I smell the model in the elevator. Have fun, old boy!” Blazy made a dash toward the door and Nicholas was about to turn his swivel back from his departing friend when Blazy called him. 
           “Hey, Nick. I’m serious. I know that you need this break. You haven’t been like this since—” 
           “ Don’t … say it,” Nicholas grounded out and he tried to tamper down his temper. 
           Blazy jolted either by the anger he threw at him or something, Nicholas didn’t know. Blazy glanced out the door then he faced Nicholas, grinning again. “Good luck with this one. I hope you’ll do better today,” with that he used his super speed out of his office. Ignoring his friend, Nicholas sighed and turned his chair around to look at the majestic view of New York from the penthouse of the hundred floor complex. 
           He smiled bitterly, closed his eyes and remembered those sweet, beautiful lips saying:  What is all that glamour when you have no one to share it with? 
           Wether he admitted it or not, he knew she was right because he was feeling it at the very moment. He ignored the clicking of high-heeled sandals—last year’s season and was almost worn-out, if his senses calculated as much, the smell of the newcomers perfume—a cheap kind but it strangely assaulted his senses and the hesitation and fear he smelled from her judging by her sweating. He frowned inwardly when he felt she didn’t close the door and smiled wistfully that if he dared so much as bark like a dog at her, her escape was wide open. 
           Irritated but somehow intrigued by the frightened model, he wondered why on Earth would she accept the job if she’s scared shitless? He raised a hand and he heard the door close, along with the venetian blinds that block out the sun set and the view. He smiled as he heard her gasped but something twisted in his gut at the sound. He could hear the pounding of the door and the incessant jiggling of the door knob. His model wants out, he felt it but he was not approving. He needed a half-vampire as a model today and at this very moment and as Blazy said that she was the only one available he might as well recruit her wether she liked it or not. He won’t do any harm, anyway. 
           He clicked on his tongue that sent countless of bats coming at her; all were together in holding a cookie tray and some calming-drug-induced wine. He made it himself and it ensured him that the consumer won’t sense its drug and just calm the consumer down, it won’t last half an hour anyway. 
           “P-pleeeaseee,” he could hear Screechy, the offspring of his major bat, said. “Driiiink and beeee calm for the Master. Heee’ll sketch you wheeen you’re calm.” 
           As a warlock and vampire, he incorporated his race into his abilities and that was the reason why his company was well known. Aside from the complex, he owned a chain of restaurants along with Blazy, theaters with Jerial, software with Almond and a fashion industry with Rose. He co-owned all of his best friend’s businesses, telling them that the complex and painting were his major priority. 
           As he heard the woman drink the wine, he turned his swivel chair and opened his eyes when he heard her gasped. 
           His mouthed dropped open and he could feel himself growing warm as he looked at Syra for the first time in decades. She proved that his attraction to her did not waver even for the slightest bit. Instead it had fueled his feelings for her even more. So this was Blazy was about. 
           Mesmerized, he stood up from his chair and walked towards her. All thoughts of work flew out the window and were run over by millions of cars from under them, he didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was the woman in front of him. Syra. The woman he ever loved. The woman he ever hurt. The woman he’ll surely spend the rest of his life, and he’ll have her completely… Now. 
   
 ******** 
   
           Syra weakly whimpered and stumbled step by step as she walked backwards while Nicholas was walking towards her.  No, no, no no! This can’t be happening.  It is not Nicholas she’s seeing. It can’t be! She tried her hardest to hide from him. To hide from the hurt he might be able to use against her for the second time. What’s he doing here? Why does he need a nude model? Does he know that she was in need of money and he jumped at the opportunity to use her again? 
           She gulped when she felt her back was already on the door. She felt weak, she can’t evade him. She gathered her anger and used it as strength. 
           “W-what have you given me, Jake?” she groaned and her legs buckled. She was about to meet the floor face to face but strong, warm arms caught her on time. Nicholas carried her and she felt him inhaling her hair. 
           “Ah… It’s been so long. You always call me Jake whenever you’re angry, Syra,” he said, muffled when he didn’t stop nuzzling her hair. He mumbled something but she didn’t quiet catch it as the feeling of weakness seemed to overwhelm her. She tried to speak bravely, if not loudly. 
           “I am angry at you, Jake. And it won’t change. Where are you taking me? Are you going to use me again just like you did in the past?” She wanted to thrash around and demand him to let her go but she can’t not when she’s this weakened. “What have you given me?” at least she spoke those rather strongly than she expected. 
           “Just a calming induced drug in the wine. You seem to have drunk a huge amount than necessary but it will wear off momentarily.” 
           Syra blinked at the statement. Actually, she drank from the bottle and saw that she drank half of the wine there. She just clamped her mouth shut and guarded her thoughts, she knew his uncanny ability in mind reading. She gasped when she saw that he was taking her to a room of white walls, probably a studio because of a huge black umbrella was stashed in a corner along with a few lights and stool. But what made her gape was that he was taking her in a corner of the room where there was a built in shackle, one was higher than the other and just above the shackles was a small hand rail. 
            Why is he taking me there?!,  her mind screamed. Her heart was also screaming but it was screaming something differently and that was not helping. Nicholas planted a kiss on her forehead before holding her with one hand while the other hand yanked a small stool near them. Why was he so affectionate all of a sudden, left Syra confused all the more. She needed to hate Nicholas but with the gentleness and affection he was showing her now, it may seem impossible to accomplish. 
           He let her sit on the stool that was so high that if Nicholas stands up, it’s as if she was standing in front of him too. She sighed and leaned weakly back against the wall. What’s she to do if she’s this drugged? She can’t help herself and she might as well get this over with and get the hell out of there. It was so fortunate for her that Nicholas was using the penthouse for the time being and that she didn’t see his name anywhere in the complex. It was a hundredth floor building and Nicholas doesn’t even know she was living there, so chances that he’ll find her even if he wanted to was very slim. 
           “I’m sorry for what I did, Syra.” Nicholas said as he gently held up her right hand and cuffed it in the lower shackle so her elbow was bent while he did the same to her left hand on the higher shackle, making her lift her arm high. “I never meant to hurt you.” 
           She snorted. “Yeah right. Sweet talking me into being yours again? After you rejected me because you thought I’d trap you into something you don’t want? Please, Nicholas, stop this.”  I can’t hate you, Nicholas, no matter how I try.  “Let me go.” 
           She saw how his beautiful green eyes frosted over as he looked at her from top to bottom.  Damn!  She shouldn’t have worn her skater’s skirt and V-necked top—that was hers when she was 50 years old. It rather fit a little too tight for her now. But how would she know what to wear when you’re posing for nude? Those were her practical attire, easy to wear, easy to come off.  Though, that little saying gives someone here an advantage , she thought wryly. 
           He suddenly seized her face and his face inched near hers. So near, she could smell his enticing breath that made her toes curl and her belly ache. She was about to close her thighs together when he nudged it aside with his and he went in between them. 
           Syra closed her eyes and groaned when she felt him, hard and hot from her underwear. She felt herself grow hotter at the mere awareness. 
           “Yes, Syra, yes. This is the reason, I won’t let you go.” Nicholas ground out furiously. Partly because he was genuinely furious with her or that he was trying hard to reign in his self-control, Syra doesn’t know. He gently squeezes her mouth making her pout like a fish. He knew how she hated it when he did that to her but he is doing it because she could do nothing about it. 
           “You only use me for sex!” she managed to yell only to find her lips covered in his hot and devilish kiss. She notice that her strength is slowly coming back to her and with that she feebly struggled but he pinned her on the wall and her hands were trying to get a hold of something, anything, that could be her leverage on Earth and not to be swayed into Nicholas’ powers. 
           With his hand on her face, she heard him snap his finger with the other and continued to ravish her mouth. She wondered what that was all about but couldn’t help but moan when she felt him push himself into her. Though they are fully clothed, she could still feel the sensation made by his movement. She then found out why he snapped his fingers when she felt she couldn’t move her legs to kick him away. 
           Nicholas abruptly stopped kissing her and still in breath-like distance from her lips, he looked into her now dark pink eyes, almost red and whispered. “Saying such language from this delicious mouth doesn’t suit it, Syra,” he lets go of her face and was somehow relieved when she didn’t look away from him. “I don’t use you for sex this time. I’ll make you mine.” as he was saying that his hands brushed down her neck, encircling them with his palms, it travelled down over her breasts, giving a few gentle squeezes, eliciting a moan from her lips until it went down her waist and stayed there. 
           Syra opened her mouth to ask him her freedom again but it turned into a muffled mumble as he crushed his lips on hers again. “I won’t let you go, Syra, it’s  you  who has to let go.” he said between kisses. ”Let me in. Be mine.” 
           His words were fuel that fed the fire that was raging inside of her. How could she stop herself from wanting Nicholas back? She never stopped loving the man, and she was afraid she never will. What harm could another night of hot steamy encounter do to her? She’s planning to leave, anyway. But being his… Well, it was another matter entirely. 
           Syra moaned as she felt Nicholas’ hands rub down her waist, her hips until they rested on either side of her ensnared legs. She was helpless in that position, both in mind and body. His palms swept back and forth her thighs, not removing his lips from hers and Syra gasped when his hands glided inside her skirt. 
           Nicholas took that opportunity and thrust his tongue in her mouth, she groaned and her hands wiggled mindlessly from her restraints. His hands skimmed inside her skirt and took hold of her underwear and gently pulled it down. The material rubbed against her sensitized inner thighs and she couldn’t stop that lust-filled liquid from her center. 
           Nicholas moaned as her lush and ripe scent wafted from below, he decided that he couldn’t take it anymore and growled when his fingers had easily slipped inside her, signaling him that she was more than ready to accept him again. He quickly and efficiently opened his fly and braced himself toward her entrance, not leaving her delicious mouth for even a breath—which they somehow didn’t really need. 
           He left her mouth just as he slammed into her. He felt a wave of pleasure which intensified as he heard her gasp and that unbearable tightness he was experiencing down there. She was squeezing him like it was her first! 
           At the thought, he froze and held her face up to him with his hands. 
           “Syra, look at me!” he demanded and she obediently opened her eyes. His dark green gaze wandered for a moment in those pretty dark pink eyes. He swore but he looked at her with gentleness. “There wasn’t another after me, was there?” he softly asked as he ran a finger over her cheek. 
           Syra whimpered and closed her eyes shut and pursed her lips. She can’t think. She doesn’t want to admit that Nicholas was the first and last that had gotten  inside  her. She felt so full, so tight. She gasped when Nicholas suddenly withdrew an inch and pushed into her again. 
           “Ah!” she gasped.  Please… Give me more or stop it entirely! 
           “Answer me, Syra.” he whispered in her ear and nipped a lobe. 
           “Oh!” she cried out and gripped the handle above her shackled hands tightly at the bursting sensations racing toward her every nerve endings. “N-Nicholas!” 
           He did it again, this time he almost withdrew out of her but slammed back in her. She felt it too little, too much. She wanted more and wanted less of it. 
           “Y-yes! Yes, there was no one! No one! Please…”  Love me more…  Instead she found herself saying, “Let me go.” Syra bit her lip as Nicholas withdrew again and  tsked  at her. She stiffened, had he read her mind? No, she checked and her guards are still up. 
           “I have a lot of things in mind for you, Syra. But letting you go is not one of them.” Nicholas rammed himself back into her again and he didn’t stop or pause. “I will have you, Syra, just say  yesssssss. ” he hissed the last word as pleasure engulfed him. 
           Syra opened her mouth but Nicholas was positive that her response would be a negative one, so he locked her lips up with his and decided to persuade her in saying  yes  to him by means of this dance. 
           His hands left her face and skimmed down her breasts, squeezing the mounds and pinching the nipples while he kisses her and ruthlessly and roughly pumps in and out of her. Nicholas felt her body tensed in a manner that had him slow his movements. She can’t come yet. Not until she’s his. 
           Syra moaned in protest and Nicholas’ lips skated own her throat to hide a smile forming there. He let the tip of his nose slide along the curve of her neck and inhaled her scent. A scent of woman, arousal, blood and Syra all in one heady combination that he gently nipped her flesh there, not bothering to hide the lengthening of his fangs. 
           “N-Nick.” she gasped and he got it as a cue to pop the question, or rather, the demand. 
           “Let me in, Syra. Open for me, baby.” he breathed into her neck and started prodding and poking mentally into her mind, seeking entrance while he increased his movements again. “ Be mine, baby. ” Nicholas opened his mouth wide and pierced into her skin, suckling gently on the delicious, sweet liquid that was all Syra. 
           Syra screamed as she unconsciously opened her mind and let Nicholas in, pleasuring her mental state immeasurably. 
           “Ah, Nicholas!” Syra felt his arms snake around her, his hands cupped her bottom, lifting her from the stool and shoved himself into her, filling her to the hilt. Syra threw her head back and cried out as Nicholas grunted from her neck and came, spurting hot come inside of her. She reached her orgasm in time with Nicholas, grunting his satisfaction and not letting go of her neck. 
           Pleasure pounded her left and right, up and down, she didn’t know where to turn to as wave after wave of sensation came battering her like a woman being battered by a sexually starved man that goes on forever. Panting and weak, she hadn’t realized she was now naked and Nicholas was carrying her. Whenever did he unlatch his fangs from her neck and wherever it was he was taking her, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to sleep. And she did. 
   
 ******** 
           Gasping, Syra sat up on the king-sized bed, covered in a royal blue mattress. She looked around her surroundings and found out she was not in her room. Then the memories of what happened to her and Nicholas came rushing like water from a broken dam. 
           She looked down at herself. She was naked as a baby! She quickly gathered the matching royal blue blanket and raised it to her chest to somehow cover her nakedness and saw a hand under the crook of her arm. 
           She stifled a yelp and saw Nicholas, sleeping deeply and peacefully beside her. Judging by the stray hand that was on her side of the bed, she guessed that he had it snaked on her waist, a sign of protectiveness. Her heart twitched and yearned to go back and sleep beside him but a sign of protectiveness was not enough. She was confused, about her feelings, about Nick, about them! She had to think this through. 
            And don’t forget—you’re plan on leaving the complex.  Her subconscious wagged a finger at her. She frowned as she scouted the room for her clothes and found them scattered all over the floor along with Nicholas’. Her frown deepened at a twinge of discomfort emanated from below, her neck and her head. 
            My, you’re quiet used up,  Syra thought to herself and began to pick up clothes, naked. Doing so, she’ll not drag the blanket away from the bed, making any movements that Nick might wake up on. Looking around, she can’t seem to find her underwear but she really has to go. 
           Syra covered her mouth to stifle a gasp when she heard Nicholas groaned and shifted a little, her heart pounded as her mind raced on ‘what to do’s’ when Nicholas wakes up. She has to go… Now! Carefully, she pulled all of her clothes on, forgetting all about GMRC, morals and the fact that she’s walking around the complex commando style. But she had sex with the guy that broke her heart decades ago and not just sex, it was kinky sex! 
           Smothering a shiver from the thought and those memories—however kinky they may be—she couldn’t ignore the fact that it was a mind-blowing  encounter , just like the first time. Syra tiptoed out of the room and left the door open. She was thankful that the room opened to the receiving room where she saw the desk that Nicholas sat on earlier. 
           Still on tiptoes, she made a dash out of the door and while closing the door in agonizing slowness, she held her breath. Finally out of the penthouse and was assured that the inside was soundproof—the reason why she closed the door, Syra ran towards the vacant and exclusive elevator of the penthouse and began to frantically press the button on the floor that was 21 floors lower from her room. 
           She thought that if Nicholas indeed woke up while she was on the elevator, he’d automatically look at the floor she was heading and would go there by using the stairs. Aside from the fact that the elevator and the complex’s stairs were miles apart, it is impossible for Nicholas to go down the stairs and check the elevator to see if it really was going there. She’ll calculate a specific amount of time before she could stop the elevator and change to another one and another but not before setting the previous elevator to ground zero. That way, he’ll think she left the complex. 
           With that plan in mind, her heart was twitching from its perch in her chest as the thought of Nicholas being away from her again seemed to contribute despair to that organ. She sighed and her eyes went wide when she was already on her floor. 
           That was fast,  her mind  tsked  at the ever impeccable service of the exclusive elevator. She rushed out of it and transferred to one of the regular elevators and began to wonder where the people in the complex are. She glanced at her wristwatch, which she miraculously had time to put on, and gasped at the time. She had been in Nicholas’ company for a day! She was coming out of the penthouse at the same time she had get there, which explains for lack of people in the complex. 
           Wearily, she leaned back on the elevator and finally had time to ponder over matters that… somehow mattered.  Okay, the matter matters to me,  she admitted silently to herself. Syra yawned and she shook her head to swipe off the cobwebs of sleep in her brain. It wasn’t her fault. It was Nicholas’! 
           Shaking her head, she stopped the elevator a floor higher than hers and got out after setting it to floor zero. Yawning again, she transferred to another elevator and pushed the button to her floor. She knew it was only a short ride but she can’t help it and she sat down. She was so tired, so sleepy, so sore. If Nicholas hadn’t been waking her every two minutes after making love—sex, that is, for yet another round of sex, she wouldn’t be this wasted. 
           The elevator dinged and her heart pounded at the thought that maybe Nicholas knew about her plan and was already standing outside her elevator. 
           But her heart deflated when it opened to an empty hallway. She sighed. It was her doing anyway, running away from Nick when all she wanted from the bottom of her heart was to be with him again. Of course, she didn’t believe all his crap about being his, why would he want her? There are many other women out there that are much suitable for him. 
            Yes, women,  she thought with disdain as she hoisted herself up from the elevator’s floor and went towards her room. 
           It was from his own mouth that he didn’t want or need a  girl  like her. That he was just  trying  her if she tasted as well as she looks. It hurts so much. She believed he loves her when he courted her from the pretty and cute category which was a mile away from his usual tastes of the very voluptuous and beautiful pick. She believed that he has feelings for her and she was ecstatic since she has love for both of them. But it turned out she really has love for both of them that she was the only one loving. It was frustrating that she loved him and still loves him after that time. 
            Ugh, I really have to put it all behind me,  Syra thought as she sluggishly opened her room.  My body aches, my head aches, my heart aches…  she repeated those like it was a mantra of some sort, just to keep her mind working until she got some sleep and find a new work—she glanced at the notice that was sprawled over her sofa. She looked at the time and thought that she has until midnight to pay or it was her ticket out of the complex. 
           She yawned and since it was noon, she decided to just pack her things and go to bed for the last time and search for a new room. Maybe Alexa could share a room for the night. 
           At the thought of her best friend, her weariness temporarily gone, she quickly got to her bedroom and opened the closets, readied her luggage and got her phone. She stuck it between her ear and shoulder as she folded her dresses and began stuffing them in the bag. Alexa answered on the third ring. 
           “Hey, Alexa—” 
           “Sorry,” a male voice drawled instead. “Alexa’s asleep.” she heard the guy yawned. Brows furrowing, Syra ignored the fluttering of the curtains.  Pigeons are always coming in my bedroom lately,  her mind sighed. 
           “Excuse me, who are you?” his voice sounds awfully familiar. 
           The guy yawned again. “If you’re the cookie girl—” 
           “Wait a minute, you’re the guy who I turned into a potluck yesterday!” Syra gasped in irritation. She was vexed some more at the rustling of the window and she huffed, slamming her folded clothes in the luggage she held the phone and went to the window. “Look, pal, if you don’t want me to call the vampire police—” 
           “No, no, no! It’s not what it is okay?” 
           “So why are you in Alexa’s room? And why are you on her personal phone?” She closed the window and looked out of it. Her mind drifting towards Nicholas’ face as he lovingly caresses her and— 
           “It was buzzing loudly and I don’t want it to wake her up and… uh…” she was shocked and embarrassed. Embarrassed because she was thinking of lewd things to the guy that was reading her mind yesterday and shocked that he didn’t read her mind just now because he  was busy  with something with Alexa.  Small world,  she inwardly sighed and jerked the curtains closed plunging the room in semi-darkness. 
           She was tired, sleepy and sore, and she didn’t want to complicate things with this guy. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she went back to her chore. 
           “Okay, guy-who-recruited-me-and-made-me-a-mess-today, just…” she sighed. No, she can’t disturb her friend now. It has been almost a decade that Alexa has ever involved herself with a man. “Just tell Alexa that I’ll be staying there after midnight… And you know the reason, so I am expecting you to be… uh, civilized when I get there.” Syra ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed—were her pillows under the cover’s really that big?—and groaned. 
           She stilled when she heard something while she groaned but shook it off and finished stuffing her clothes in the luggage, not minding that she hadn’t folded the clothes. Syra rubbed her nape, hoping she’ll rub off the fatigue that plaguing her. With heavy-lidded eyes, she sauntered toward the bed and dropped down on it, oblivious that she’s going to sleep on her chest, where she instantly went into semi-conscious state. 
           She felt being pulled upward from the edge of the bed, something made her turn on her back along with the feeling that she was covered with her favorite bed covers, how she’ll miss the softness of her bed, the low whirring of the air-conditioner and the warm and strong, protective arms of someone… sleeping next to her… With that thought in mind, she fell asleep. 
   
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           Pleasure was what woke Syra up, a small sucking noise, almost inaudible, reached her hearing and she felt like her body glowed with pleasure, making her wet and wanting. She moaned half-asleep, half-awake. As her senses gradually became aware of her surroundings, she slightly jolted and opened her eyes and saw her ceiling. Nothing was different except… she couldn’t move her arms above her head! There was a series of noise, of metal rattling as she tried to move them. Sounds like… hand-cuffs. 
           Her heart pounded loudly and she closed her eyes shut. Tightly. Her body became attuned of something warm, hard and heavy settling on top of her, big hands skimming her sides up and down while her legs were astride and a little elevated from the bed. She felt some cloth was tied to it when she tried to move her feet. She was tied and trussed up on her own bed! 
           “Ah!” Syra cried out as the suction at her neck grew a little forceful, pleasure cascaded throughout her system in double time along with the clenching of her insides and hot liquid began pooling in her center. Someone was feeding on her and it’s not  just someone . 
           “N-Nicholas…” she gasped and she involuntarily tipped her head back. “W-what are you doing here? What are you doing to me?” She felt his suckling ceased but pleasure radiated all over her body.  Urrgh…  She was sure this was his idea of torturing her. Well, it was working. 
           He didn’t answer her, he stayed buried on her neck, however, and began licking on the puncture wound that he made, it was not helping either to her sanity or the restoration of her skin, she’ll be marked by him forever. 
           “Nicholas, you can’t be here at…” she glanced at her bedside table where she knew a clock with glow-in-the-dark arms and numbers wait.  Holy— “Nicholas!” she yelled. “You can’t be here, it’s almost midnight! The manager will be here at that time to kick me out or worse the owner!” She received no reactions from him but a fleeting pause from licking before doing it again. He’s driving her insane! She was refreshed from sleep, a little groggy on the side because of what Nicholas was doing and she will  not  tolerate this in front of the manager and the complex’s owner. She’ll not only be kicked out but humiliated also. 
           “Great! I haven’t paid my rent, the nude modeling turned out to be a sex den in the end and now I’m like a pig being handed to you in a gold platter!” Syra couldn’t help but snap angrily at him but was looking up at the ceiling. “Seriously, Jake, will you let off! I’ll have to travel an hour to get to Alexa’s and—” Syra gasped as Nicholas brushed a hand over a puckered nipple and there she discovered… 
           “I’m NAKED! Oh my goddess!” Syra began thrashing but was ineffective now that she’s all tied up. “Jake, you let me go this instant and—will you let go of my neck for a minute and look at me when I’m talking to you?!” she demanded angrily and was irritated even more when Nicholas did obeyed her but he was laughing. 
           “Ah, there she is, my little spitfire, I missed you, darling.” his green eyes sparkled with mirth. 
           “Jake—Hmmm!” Nicholas muffled her with a kiss, withdrawing from her lips with a loud ‘mwah’! Syra bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.  What was wrong with him? Why is he so happy all of a sudden? And what was wrong with me?! 
           “Nicholas, what is going on? Are you okay?” 
           He scoffed and disengaged his fully clothed body from hers. He sat on the side of the bed and threw her favorite blanket over her nakedness. Her brows furrowed and her mind raced.  Now this is weird, he’s weird. Did he eat something funny before going here? I hope he’s not running on fever. 
            She saw how Nicholas glanced at her, his brow was raised in disbelief. Suddenly he slouched and rested his elbows on his leg before burying his face on his hands. She was getting worrier and worrier by the minute. 
           “Here I am, planning to take you again against your will and you are worrying about me.” He sighed. 
           Her eyes widened. She had her guards up but why is he still— 
           “Reading your mind?” Nicholas smiled and laid himself down on the blanket and scooted beside her. “You’re mine, are you not?” 
           “Yours…” Now, this was a muddle. “Yours?! I thought you were joking. That was it then? That was the real mating of the vampires?!” she asked in horror as she turned to his side. 
           It was his turn to frown. “I thought you’d like that.” 
           “You idiot!” she yelled, she anticipated his look of surprise and she ignored the hurt that registered on his handsome face. “How could you? You were supposed to bestow it to the one that compliments you, to the one who deserves you, to the one that completes you, to the one you love and your destined life mate. Throwing it away by choosing me is… is craziness!” 
           She watched as the hurt turned into surprise and ended in wonder. He faced the ceiling and sighed. “I... found my life mate when you left town.” he slowly admitted. 
           She stopped herself from flinching. She already knew this head-on, so did she found herself silent yet attentive for him to continue.  Frocking frogs, I knew it, I’m a masochist. 
           “She compliments me since I am her total opposite, she completes me whenever I sense her presence around me, she’s my destined life mate because the wind told me when she has gone but I love her so much I had to let go of her because she was being bullied because of me and she didn’t even know it and she deserves two of me, I’m afraid I don’t deserve her.” he rolled over until her was atop her again and he leaned his face closer to her. 
           “Am I deserving of you, Syra Crestal Whelmielyn Roseville?” 
           It took her ten seconds before it all seeped into her head. “You—” Nicholas kissed her softly, gently that when he parted, her eyes were heavy-lidded with desire and, she’ll finally make it show, love.  Questions later, Syra!  She reprimanded herself before smiling back and raised her lips to meet his. It was her first time to initiate a kiss and didn’t know how to start, she just knew how to continue. 
           But Nicholas groaned low in his throat before framing her face with his hands and began to ravish her mouth, she boldly slipped her tongue inside his mouth where it touched his. Nicholas gasped at her boldness and frantically pulled away the blanket that stood between him and Syra’s naked body. 
           Nicholas slowly raised himself from her, kneeling between her astride legs, his eyes slowly roamed over her body as he tediously removed his necktie. Syra’s eyes widened for Nicholas was wearing a business suit and she bit her lip as while watching him remove his tie seductively. 
           He chuckled and lowered himself back on her, kissing her. When he stopped, she opened her eyes and darkness welcomed her sense of sight. She opened her mouth to ask what’s going on when he kissed her again and explained. 
           “You’ve seen too much, spitfire, I blindfolded you.” 
           She was blindfolded! And she wasn’t even aware. Nicholas would be a best ally and a worst killer to her. 
           “I am going to kill you. My way, which is quiet pleasurable, if I do say so myself,” he whispered hoarsely and she felt him sniffing on her neck. Inhaling deep of her scent. Being half-vampire, their kind tends to keep a huge amount of blood, which was a good source of food for the ever thirsty full-fledged vampires. And Nicholas was both a full-fledged vampire and full-fledged warlock. No matter how much they drink, vampires couldn’t kill half-vampires by draining alone since they are immune of that. 
           She felt him slide inside of her, she didn’t mind at all if he was so fast in removing all of his clothing in a flash, and Syra groaned in ecstasy.  Ah! Nicholas!  Nicholas grunted as he shoved himself deeper, having no problem with it since her legs were elevated while tied to her bed posts.  Oh! Nicholas, it’s so good! 
           He moved in and out of her slowly while his lips grazed over the valley between her breasts and his hands are cupping both mounds squeezing in time with his rhythmic thrusts. She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t move her legs to urge him to go faster, she was at his mercy just like when they were in his studio. 
           “Nicholas—” she groaned in frustration when he shut her up with his kiss and continued his slow assault. He knew she was going to tell him to quicken his pace but he wouldn’t indulge her. 
           “Hush, my sweet, I’ll make you come using this slow pace.” he turned toward her right breast to do more than suckle. He opened his mouth wide and bit her there. 
           Syra screamed in pleasure as his bite, the blindfold and the way he’s ravishing her slowly, she came. Licking her breast, making sure his tongue passes by a nipple, he quickened his pace and urged her again in a race to paradise. 
           Nicholas latched on the other breast and bit into it as he climaxed. Syra followed while crying out his name and her insides were milking him from his essence. He fell over her, panting, spent but happy. And she was happy that he was happy being with her. She closed her eyes and slept some more. 
   
 ******** 
           The smell of fresh milk woke Syra up. She opened her eyes and found herself staring at a pair of beautiful green eyes, she closed her eyes again and was about to yawn when she caught herself and hiccupped her yawn instead. 
           She remembered Nicholas was in her room last night and that he was grinning at her right now while holding out a mug of hot milk. She blinked a couple of times. 
           “It’s okay, this is not a dream. I’m here. I made love to you. And I love you.” He stole a kiss from her. “I almost forgot to greet you good morning.” He helped her sit up and leaned her against the headboard. He kissed her cheek. “Good morning.” 
           Syra couldn’t help but smile. “It’s too early to be showered with this kind of affection, Nicky.” She took a sip of hot milk and saw how intent Nicholas was looking at her mug. She held it out to him. “Want some?” 
           He flashed a devious smile and she immediately wanted to take back her offer. “I thought you wouldn’t ask.” But instead of getting her mug, he drank from her lips instead. He drank slow and deep. He broke off with an ‘Ahh’, like he was a man thirsty and had just received a cold drink. 
           “Nicky!” She scolded him but she was laughing. 
           “I love it when you call me Nicky, you’re the only one who calls me that.” Syra rolled her eyes.  That’s because when other people call you Nicky they make it seem like a girl’s name,  she thought loudly .  He scooted nearer to her and frowned. “Yeah, yeah, I heard that. And why are you covering your chest with the blanket?” He attempted to snatch the blanket away from her. 
           “Nicky…” Syra warned and widened her eyes at him. He grinned and raised his hands in surrender. 
           “By the way, it’s not  early in the morning,  as you put it, it’s already…” Nicholas glanced at the bedside table’s clock. “Noon.” 
           Syra spurted the milk that she drank at Nicholas. She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing and cleared her throat before setting the mug on the bedside table and grabbed the clock and looking at it intently. 
           Nicholas held her hands with his and he pushed her hands along with the clock down her lap. “What does the clock have that makes you look at it closely?” he teased. 
           “Oh, it’s just…”  Should I tell him?  When she saw how his brow was raised she rolled her eyes.  He’ll know by reading my mind, anyway. 
           “That, indeed,” he winked at her. 
           She sighed. “Okay. I’m just puzzled and… curious that neither the manager nor the owner of the complex had kicked me out of the building yet.” 
           He yawned and dropped down the bed beside her. “Is that all?” He said in a bored tone. 
           “Easy for you to say, Mr. Gazillionaire. I was just wondering why they gave me the slip.” 
           Nicholas rolled over her side and ended up lying face down on her lap while his arms snaked around her waist. 
           “The owner is very much pleased with your presence in his complex.” He nuzzled her belly. “He wants to spend more time with you in your incomplete-because-of-Blazy yet cozy and full of warmth room.” 
           “Blazy… Blazy Coleman?! He was the one who emptied my room?! Why would he do that?!” her mouth was hung open with shock. 
           “Don’t know really. Maybe he wanted you to ask for money so much so that you’ll have to come to me. I’m kind of glad he did it. Now, I won’t wonder where he got the stuff that he gave me and that were now in my room.” He curled himself into a ball beside her. 
           “Hey! You jerk!” she slapped his back. “You…  You’re  the owner of this complex?!” 
           He opened an eye and raised a brow. “’Got a problem with that?” He suddenly lunged at her and she fell sideways on the bed, laughing. He crawled on top of her. 
           “I love you, Syra.” 
           Syra caressed his cheek and he covered her hand with his. “I love you too, Nicky.” 
 
 
 Text: Kelli G Images: Kelli G Editing: Kelli G Translation: Kelli G All rights reserved. Publication Date: December 8th 2015 https://www.bookrix.com/-kb92c84e1e6e065