Chapter 7: Fairytale Magic (1)

After several busy weeks of exams and papers, I finally managed to schedule a relaxing day together with Brandon. The blonde annoyance was splayed on his couch, a hand resting on his stomach while the other dangled off the couch, occasionally reaching for my hair to give it a yank. Brandon just loved being an annoyance. I was seated on the floor, eating chocolate like it would disappear from the face of the earth tomorrow. Brandon gave my hair another yank when I reached for another piece of chocolate.

"You're going to regret it tomorrow." He warned me.

"I'll deal with it tomorrow." I popped the piece of chocolate in my mouth, crumpled the paper and rubbed the back of my head, "Stop pulling my hair every damn second!"

Leaning back against the couch I focused back on the screen, watching the heroic female lead hide in the bathroom while the intruder walked around her darkened house. I held my breath as the intruder nearly found her hiding place. My heart was beating insanely fast as the intruder walked back in the room and stared at her hiding spot as if he was trying to see through the closed door of the closet to make sure if she was there or not. I covered my mouth when he was stepping closer and closer to the closet, making me fear for the female lead's life. As he was about to open the door my phone rang loudly, echoing through the room which scared the crap out of me, but I think also Brandon because he cursed loudly.

"Damn it!"

"Sorry," I muttered, reaching for my phone which was on the coffee table in front of me.

Brandon paused the movie and left the room to head to the bathroom.

My heart skipped a beat when my eyes landed on the display of my phone. Nicolas Woods was calling me. He was the last person I thought who'd bother me on my free day. Not wanting to stall a second longer because Brandon wouldn't be locked up in the bathroom for much longer I answered the phone.

"Emily Pierce."

"Good afternoon, Emily Pierce." I could hear the amusement in his voice, "Quick question, do you have plans for the rest of the afternoon?"

At least he was somewhat polite today, maybe he was in a good mood. Who knows.

"I have a day off today."

"That doesn't answer my question now does it?"

"I'm watching a movie together with Brandon today. Why?"

It took him a second before he responded, it made me wonder if something had been up with our connection, but I didn't dare to ask him that. If it wasn't that, it meant that he was annoyed by the fact that I was spending the day with Brandon. I didn't want to think about what that even meant. It was too confusing.

"Instead of spending the day with Brandon which you do quite often I assume, come to meet me at the location which I'll text you in a minute."

I had no time to respond because he ended the call like that. I was very well aware of the fact that he did it on purpose. Not wanting to be a jerk and let him wait for me I got up once I heard the ping which told me I had a new text and collected my things. Brandon stood in the doorway, confused by the fact that I was shrugging my jacket on and pushing the strap of my bag higher upon my shoulder.

"Where are you going?" He asked confused, "The movie isn't finished yet."

"I know that, but I forgot I have an appointment today." I semi lied, I did have an appointment. But I made it like a second ago. Brandon didn't need to know that.

"That doesn't sound like you, you usually have your shit together." He stepped aside so I could walk past him to head to the front door, "It's a school thing?"

"No." I'd tell him the truth about my appointment, but I wasn't going to look at him when I did, "I'm meeting Nick."

"You're meeting Nick?" He definitely didn't sound pleased about that, but I still refused to look at him to confirm that.

"Yeah." I held onto the strap of my bag, "We'll do another movie date soon."

He didn't question me further, "Sounds good. I'll tell you if the girl survives or not."

"Yes, please do!"

Dashing out of the door I headed to the location which Nick texted me. As I stood in front of the shop I couldn't help but take my time to admire the building. He texted me about the location of a fancy looking boutique. A place which I would never in my life enter without a second thought, yet today I was invited to come here by Mr. Billionaire himself. I had no idea why he invited me, but I assume it's not because he'd like to hear my opinion about his fashion choices. Taking a deep breath I entered the store and ignored the glances I received from the shop assistants. It was the stares you received whenever you entered a store which only sold high-end brands which people like me couldn't afford. The shop assistants always watched you like a hawk, not saying it out loud, but thinking you might be up to no good. The minute Nick spotted me he spun on his heels and gestured for me to come closer.

"Good afternoon, Emily Pierce."

He was mocking me once again, smart-ass.

"Good afternoon, Nicolas Woods."

He sat down in his chair once I approached him and reached for the glass of champagne beside him, taking a leisurely sip as he eyed me up and down. The way he scanned my body actually made me feel insecure about my body. Who wouldn't when you were stared at like that? Crossing my arms in front of my chest I tried to ignore his observant look and glanced around the room which we were in.

"What's going on, Nick? Why am I here? I'm sure it's not because you value my opinion about your style. If you are then let me assure you, there is nothing wrong with it."

Nick reached for the other glass of champagne and held it out for me, "Thank you for the compliment, Emily, but you're right I didn't ask you to come here because of fashion advise." He got up once I took the glass from him, "What do you think of that dress?" He asked as he nodded toward an open dressing room.

Peeking into the room I spotted a royal blue long dress hanging there, waiting for someone to be fitted. The only logical assumption would be that I was the person who was supposed to try it on.

"I think that dress would look lovely on you while you accompany me to one of Evan's famous business parties. Or infamous parties as some people refer to it." Nick suddenly appeared beside me which scared me half to death, making me nearly spill the champagne.

"Jesus, Nick." I whispered, pressing my hand against my sternum as I tried to calm myself down, "You scared me." I admitted to him, "Are you sure about this? You usually have other women accompany you to these kinds of parties. Women who help you with publicity, you know." I took a sip from my champagne and continued, "Of course you know, you were there when you did those things. The dating and using models to make people talk about you-"

"There starts the rambling again." Nick sighed, "I'm done with that." He stated firmly, "Now I want the woman who piqued my interest accompany me."

I reached out to him, pressing my hand against his firm chest which made me realize just how close to me he was standing. Now that I noticed it I couldn't help but be aware of the small things that made him who he was. His fresh cologne which was the same cologne he always wore wrapped around me, intoxicating me. His warmth even noticeable with a small touch. The piercing blue eyes which were staring straight into mine. His big hand wrapped around my hand which held firmly onto the champagne glass. He loosened my grip on it and took the glass back, handing it to the shop assistant who apparently read his mind and ran up to him. The brunette took the glasses away and stood in the doorway of the dressing room.

"It's a pretty dress," I whispered, feeling stupid for not saying something more fitting.

"Why don't you try on that pretty dress?" He asked me.

"Right this way, Miss Pierce." The brunette said gesturing inside the room.

Stepping into the dressing room the shop assistant went right to work, helping me into the floor length royal blue dress. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, the top covered in small diamonds. The pretty dress made me feel gorgeous, that was probably the power of a dress which was more expensive than a freaking car. Holding my hair up I observed the dress from all sides, ignoring the smile of the brunette who stood beside me.

"The dress was made for you." She told me which was probably a sales speech, but I didn't care. At this moment I felt the same way.

"So I assume you're dressed?" Before I could answer Nick's question he opened the door and let his eyes wander me from top to bottom again.

"What do you think?" I asked, ignoring the fact that Nick just entered the dressing room without my permission. I would never win against him and neither of us would give up so it was best to ignore it instead.

"You look absolutely beautiful." He said, "Nothing like the women I've dated before."

That was a huge compliment coming from a guy who dated only supermodels before. I couldn't help but think it was a white lie.

"The dress is amazing." I told him and stared back at the tall mirror, "But this amazing dress much cost a fortune I could never-"

"Don't even worry about that." He brushed my concerns off like it was nothing, "We'll take it." He told the brunette.

"No, we're not!"

Nick narrowed his eyes at me, "Do you like the dress, Emily?" He asked me, turning me to make me face the mirror again.

"That's not the point-"

"Do you like the dress, Emily?" He asked again, "Yes or no?"

I couldn't lie to him, because it was pretty clear how I felt about the dress by now, "Yes."

He grabbed onto my right shoulder, his hand touching my bare skin which made me burn. I could feel his touch deep within me, making me heath up while my heart started beating faster and faster. A simple touch getting this kind of reaction out of me was bad. Really, really bad.

"So we're taking the dress." He told the brunette.

She nodded and left the dressing room giving us some privacy. Once she was out of sight Nick wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, pressing me up against that firm body of his. I could lie and say that it's not what I wanted, that he should keep his hands to himself, but honestly, I longed for his touch. I longed for his touch ever since he looked at me like he could devour me. Nick's piercing blue eyes looked right into my soul, searching for an answer. And I think he found the answer he was searching for because he smiled and then leaned down, kissing me as his life depended on it. I loved every second of it. Wrapping my arms around his neck I let one hand wander into his thick dark locks, grabbing onto it while Nick deepened the kiss. A gasp left my lips when he suddenly pushed me, pressing me up against the wall, his hands touching me all over.

"That fucking dress." He breathed against my lips.

I couldn't help but to chuckle, "So you're a take it off right now kind of guy."

"Apparently I am."

He swallowed my next giggle, kissing the life out of me once more. I had no complaints whatsoever though, it was the best kiss I ever had. This guy knew what he was doing and I hadn't made up my mind if that was a good thing or not. I guess I'd decide upon that when the fog left my mind because right now I couldn't think of anything else but Nick's lips. We were so into the kiss the shop assistant had to clear her throat while she knocked on the door a few times to get our attention. Nick pulled away from me, his eyes holding my gaze as he ran his fingers through his hair trying to fix the mess I created. We exchanged no words as he left the dressing room to pay for the dress. While he took care of that I carefully slipped out of the dress and quickly slipped into my own clothes, making me feel like Cinderella. The magic is over once the dress was gone. Collecting my things I held onto the hanger of the dress and met the shop assistant and Nick in the main room.