Chapter Fifteen

I can feel Nick’s lips on the back of my neck. His breath is heavy, and warm against my skin.

“Nick....”

“You’re beautiful, Amber,” I can feel his mouth form a smile.

“Please, Nick, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Aww, come on baby, let’s just have a little fun.”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“Amber, I love you. In love it’s all forgive and forget.”

I move away, “Nick, I just don’t feel right.”

“What’s not right about you and I being together the way God intended us to be?” A sly smirk crosses his lips.

“Let me sleep.”

Nick rolls over on top of me, and brings his face so close to mine that our lips are practically together. “Come on, Amber, you owe me,” He grins again.

“I owe you?!”

“You do want me to forgive you, don’t you?” He’s trying to be cute, but he really doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into now.

“What the fuck are you saying?!”

“Amber, you’re killing the mood.”

“What mood?”

“Don’t be mad at me, Amber...”

“Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? Because you treat me like a prostitute? Never. Being mad never crossed my mind.”

“Treating you like a... what?! Amber, that’s not what I meant...”

“You owe me. You do want me to forgive you, don’t you?” I mock. “You are such a bastard.” I get out of bed and cross the room to the uncomfortable hotel chairs located by the window. I thump down against the itchy material and fold my arms across my chest.

“Amber, don’t throw a fit...”

“A fit? Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this was how whores were supposed to act.”

“I never said...”

“You didn’t have to, Nick.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, will you just come back to bed. We can just sleep,” There’s an annoyed edge to his voice, and it just angers me further.

“Right now I don’t want to be anywhere near you Nick.”

“Fine, whatever Amber, do your little thing.”

“What thing?”

“Poor me, poor me, I’m so unloved....” His voice raises a couple pitches and he flutters his eye lashes.

“Wait, who is it that runs away whenever there’s a problem?”

“I do not.”

“What are you doing now Nick? Why are we here? It’s sure as hell not just to admire the country side.”

“Fuck off.”

“Awwww, did I touch a soft spot? Poor Nicky.”

“I’m leaving,” Nick gets out of bed and pulls pants over his boxers.

“Of course you are.”

He doesn’t reply as he slams the door behind him.