Nicholas’s POV
Goddess help me.
The hallway was empty once again. There was literally no scent that could even give whoever it was away. I was confused because was I really hearing things?
Was it in my imagination?
I finally closed the door and stumbled back to my bed. I didn’t even bother to clean up as I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
By the time I woke up, the sun was already streaming into my room and I stretched, feeling better than yesterday. However, as soon as I got out of bed, my legs buckled and nearly gave way.
Luckily, it wasn’t from pain but from bouncing on the dildo last night. My butt and legs felt so sore and this time, my cheeks burned with embarrassment when I realized what I did last night.
There was probably no difference between me and a whore last night. I was out of control.
But I finally slept like a normal person after so long so if this was all it took to feel okay and normal again, I didn’t mind doing it.
I freshened up, seeing how bright my face looked this morning and I couldn’t help but smile in relief. I felt too tired, so I decided to skip class today. I wore casual clothes and made my way downstairs to eat breakfast.
I was starving.
Getting to the dining table, Cassian was already sitting there and I wanted to run back upstairs but he turned his head, his eyes meeting mine.
With a slump of my shoulders, I walked to the dining table and sat opposite him. My plates were filled in no time and we ate in awkward silence. He watched me without saying a word and I could tell my ears were red.
What if he was the one by my door last night?
He finally finished eating, wiped his lips and got up. I silently heaved out a sigh as he turned to leave, but suddenly, he stopped in front of me.
I swallowed as I looked up at him and he simply leaned down, wiped my lips with his thumb so gently, then walked away like he didn’t do anything.
I sat there, frozen in shock as my spoon fell from my hands.
What just happened?
I couldn’t eat anymore as it felt like butterflies were now flapping wildly in my stomach. I forced myself to eat some more and then returned to my room, holding my hand over my chest.
Why did that simple move make my heart pound so wildly and my stomach flip in a weird way?
I had no answer to those questions, so I decided to find Mom. I hadn’t seen her in a few days and it worried me.
I made my way to what I was sure would be her room and knocked. I knocked again but there was no answer.
"I’m coming in." I muttered and walked in but it was empty, making me frown. This was her room and Gareth’s. Their wedding photo was on the wall and by the nightstand.
"Mom?" I called out as I walked around but got no answer. I was just about to leave when I saw a document on the table and out of curiosity, I picked it up.
I opened it and frowned when I saw an unfamiliar name. But right next to that name was my mom’s name. And it looked like a marriage certificate though it was old.
The date was about twenty years ago. Was this my father’s name?
My heart started to pound harshly as I moved to turn the next page but when I heard footsteps, I immediately closed it and placed it the exact way I saw it.
I made my way out of the room just in time to see Gareth and Mom walk toward their room, smiles on their faces.
"Nico? What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise, and I walked up to her before hugging her tightly.
"I just missed you so I knocked but heard nothing. I was about to return to my room." I said as I pulled back and she smiled at me while Gareth’s eyes narrowed.
That suspicious expression was gone as soon as it came and I wondered if I had imagined it.
"Your mother is with me so of course, she follows me to work now and then. If you feel bored, you can tell me and I’ll take you with me sometime." He said with a smile and I nodded.
"I’ll look forward to it." I replied even though I wasn’t sure what his intentions were.
"Why aren’t you in school?" Mom asked and I shrugged. "You look pale. And you’ve lost weight. Are you sick?"
"No, mom—"
"I heard he barely comes down to eat." Gareth interrupted me and I froze. "I know you’re still wary about your brothers but you should spend more time with us if we’re gonna be a family." He added and I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.
"I’ll be down for dinner tonight." I said, and Mom smiled at me as she rubbed my shoulder gently.
With that, I turned to leave but suddenly saw Elijah walking toward me and my heart sank as I turned the other way immediately.
"Wait for me!" He yelled and rushed toward me but I ran instead while he chased after me. I could hear mom’s laughter as Elijah chased after me around the hallway but this wasn’t funny!
I finally managed to get into my room and slammed the door shut before he could make it to me.
"I’ll catch you some other time, stepbrother." He said by the door and I scoffed, wanting to punch him again.
"In your dreams." I said in annoyance but he simply clicked his tongue and then his steps receded, making me let out a sigh of relief.
My mind drifted back to the marriage certificate I saw in that room and I frowned. If that was my parents’ certificate, why was it with Gareth?
The thought plagued me all day and when it was time for dinner, I pretended to be asleep when my mom came to call me downstairs. Only when I was sure she was gone did I take out the dildo and lube from my closet.
I never really understood what the vibrator could do but I took it out anyway. Hours passed and the mansion gradually grew silent. I looked out of my room, and there was no one standing there.
The symptoms started again, just a few minutes before twelve but I was already prepared, the dildo slick with lube and my hole stretched out by my fingers.
Just as twelve struck, the pain kicked in and at the same time, I slid down the dildo. I kept my breathing shallow as I tried to listen to hear if anyone was out there.
Nothing. No breathing or anything suspicious.
I fucked myself on the dildo like I did yesterday, this time, moaning into the pillow so that I wouldn’t alert anyone’s attention.
But instead of stroking my cock, I turned on the vibrator, keeping it at the lowest intensity as I placed it over the tip of my cock.
The pleasure that coursed through me had a low growl dragging out of my throat as I threw my head backwards in pleasure.
I heard it this time, the heavy breathing outside my door but I couldn’t stop. Not when it turned me on so fucking bad to know that someone was listening to me fuck myself.
It had to be one of the brothers. But which of them?
"F-fuck... just like that..." I moaned out softly, slowing down so that my legs wouldn’t collapse. It took longer than last night to get to my climax but I was almost there.
And I couldn’t stop.
I kept going, bouncing on the dildo, stroking my cock with the vibrator and even sucking on my fingers as the pleasure became too much to handle.
"Oh I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna fucking cum..." I cried out as my cum splattered all over my bed and I felt liquid coming out of my hole.
I collapsed onto the bed once again, holding my breath to hear whoever it was by the door lean against it.
He definitely wanted me to know he was there.
I moved off the bed with shaky legs and slowly walked to the door, pulling it open. Again, it was empty. But this time, he did not leave empty-handed.
I glanced at the white stains on my door and froze.
He literally came on my fucking door.