Rewritten (Unwritten Book 2)

by Lauren Runow

  After dinner we all help clear the plates and I watch Nichole grab her purse. “Thanks again for dinner Charlie. I guess I can officially say you aren’t a douchebag,” she teases.

  “Well, I’m glad I finally have your approval,” Charlie laughs back.

  I step in, looking to Nichole, “Why would you think he was a douchebag?”

  Charlie smirks, “She thought I was married.”

  “This guy? Man, you have no idea how shocked I was when he said he had a girlfriend.” I look to Allison, “Now that I’ve met you though, I totally see why.” I smile a cocky smile at her.

  Charlie hits my chest, “Hey, stop hitting on my girl.”

  I laugh, grabbing my chest before looking at Nichole, “Where are you going?”

  “Home,” Nichole replies with no emotion.

  I walk up to her as smooth as I can, “Well, do you need a ride?”

  She shakes her head, “No, I’ll take the bus.”

  “No you won’t. I’ll give you a ride. Come on.” I walk up to Allison to give her a hug goodbye, then slap Charlie’s hand while raising my eyebrows up making him laugh. “Thanks for dinner, bro. You know I’m going to be coming over more often now when I am hungry.”

  “No problem. Just call first,” he looks at Allison smiling, “I may have company.”

  I watch as Nichole gives Allison a hug. “I love you girl. Glad you’re home. I’ll see you sometime tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, I’ll come home and unpack. Have a safe ride home,” she lifts her eyebrows up when she says safe and I swear I saw Nichole wink at her.

  Fuck yeah. It’s on.

  We walk to the elevator and once inside I hit the top floor, penthouse button along with a code.

  “Um, where are we going?” Nichole asks.

  I look at her, leaning in closer as I wrap my hand around her tiny hip, “My place. I have to get my phone and my keys.”

  “Your place? You live in the penthouse?”

  I raise one eyebrow up, “Yes I do. Are you impressed?”

  She looks away, laughing, “No.”

  “Oh, you will be. Just wait,” I say as cocky as I can.

  The elevator door opens right into my enormous apartment that stretches as far as anyone can see.

  “What the fuck?” her eyes open wide.

  The large room is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows lining the entire apartment that is bowed to an oval shape. Slate, rectangular tiles line the floor as far as you can see. On the right is a huge sitting room area and to the left is an open kitchen with modern amenities and every high-end appliance you can imagine.

  My place is immaculate but nothing compares to the view. I’m on the same side of the building as Charlie but on the top floor so I can see above every other building and even the Golden Gate Bridge is off in the distance. People would pay millions just for the view alone and it’s all mine.

  “Was I right?” I grab her hand, “Are you impressed now?”

  She looks at me smirking. I know she is, she just doesn’t want to admit it. “So is this what you do? Bring girls up here to show off everything you have?”

  “No, actually, I never bring girls here. We always go to their place. I don’t want a gold digging whore.”

  She laughs at my comment but I’m dead serious.

  “So what do you do for a living? Or are you some kind of rich kid?” she asks.

  “Uh, I’m hurt,” I grab my chest. “No, I’m not just some rich kid. I’ve earned all of this.” I grab her waist, pulling her in close to me.

  She doesn’t push me away and a devilish smile spreads across my face when she replies, “Oh, really. Are you a drug dealer?”

  I toss my head back, laughing again. “What, the tattoos tipped you off?”

  “Well?”

  “No, I’m not a drug dealer. I’m an architect. I designed this entire building.”

  “Shut up.”

  “It’s true. I’ve designed buildings all over the world. Mostly high-rise apartments like this.” I lean in, kissing her neck. She tilts her head up, allowing my advancement and my cock hardens within seconds. “So is that your deal? You act like a bitch to turn guys on?”

  “It worked didn’t it?”

  “Oh, I like you. We’re going to have fun,” I kiss her, grabbing her ass and picking her up, wrapping her legs around me.

  I push my tongue into her sweet little mouth as I walk her over to the couch. She slips off her shirt, then reaches for mine. After I remove her shorts and my pants I pick her up, carrying her across the living room to my bedroom.

  There are no lights on in the apartment but blue light shines in through all the uncovered windows that line the entire apartment lighting the way.

  I place her down on my big, dark wooden sleigh bed in the middle of the room, kissing her body as I slip her bra off. Sucking on her right nipple while I pull on the other making Nichole throw her head back while producing the most amazing noise of pleasure. She pulls hard on my hair and wraps her legs around my lower waist.

  “Fuck doll. You are so fucking hot,” I say vehemently.

  “Just wait till you fuck me.”

  I rise up, shocked by her audacity. Shaking my head, “Girl, you are too much. I think we’re made for each other,” I joke. “Stay here.”

  Stepping away from her is torture right now but there is no way I’m fucking her without a jimmy.

  “Where are you going?” she asks and I see in her eyes she’s pissed I pulled away, too.

  “My wallet is out in the living room. I need a condom.”

  “You don’t have one in your nightstand?” she looks to the side of the bed.

  I lean in to kiss her, “No, I told you. I don’t bring girls here. I guess you’re an exception.”

  Her lips form a small smile.

  “Now don’t fuck it up,” I slap her ass. “I’ll be right back.”

  My wallet is sitting on the kitchen counter next to my phone. Shifting through the bi-fold to grab a condom I see my phone screen light up showing a call from Beth.

  Clinching my jaw, I reach down, hit ignore on the call and quickly power the phone down. Tilting my head back, I take a deep breath to rid the memory of the call and turn with renewed determination to the bedroom. There’s a fucking hot chick, waiting for my hard cock in my bed of all places and nothing is going to fuck this up.

  Standing in the doorway, I eye Nichole laying on the bed with a shit-eating grin on my face while I hold up the condom. “Now tell me, oh-outspoken-one, how do you want me to fuck you?”

  She smirks as she slowly lifts from the bed and struts over to me, “I may be a bitch outside, but I want nothing more than for you to take control of me and fuck me like the bad girl I am when we’re in here, alone.”

  My eyes narrow as a smirk grows over my face, “As you wish.”

  I push her down on the bed and she giggles in excitement.

  “Yeah, boy.”

  I rip her thin, lace panties off of her, “Oops, I hope you didn’t like those?”

  “I’d rather go without anyway. Easier access,” she smirks.

  My eyes literally roll back in my head in ecstasy as my dick gets rock fucking hard. And when I thought I was over the edge turned on, she jumps up to lick my cock from base to tip.

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  Who is this chick?

  I’m in fucking love.

  Ok, not really but holy shit. This is the hottest fucking moment I’ve had in awhile. And with everything going on in my life right now it’s fucking perfect.

  She continues her tongue dance around me before running her hands up and down my length.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper through clenched teeth.

  “Yeah,” she replies through licks, “is that what you want?”

  I grab her head with both hands, pulling her up, kissing her before pushing her back on the bed and slipping the condom on. I want to fuck her and I want to fuck her now.

  “Turn around, lay on
your stomach.”

  Nichole smiles and does as she’s told which turns me on that much more.

  “Tilt your ass up.” And damn, what an ass. It’s exactly what I needed tonight.

  She does and I slip inside her slowly before pushing harder and harder with every thrust.

  “Oh yes, fuck yes,” she cries out.

  I grab both of her arms and hold them behind her back, pounding harder and faster inside.

  Nichole screams in pleasure as I slow my pace, savoring the feeling while letting go of her arms and wrapping my hand around her hair.

  I lean in to whisper in her ear as I pull her head back, “Yeah, you like me fucking you?”

  “Yes, please, harder. Fuck me harder.”

  “Oh no, you’ve been a bad girl,” I smirk as I pull out and I’m not going to lie. I instantly feel the need to be back inside her. “Get on all fours and grab the back of my bed.”

  She does as she’s told and I slam back into her, pumping faster and faster before leaning over to pull on her nipples, making her sing out in pleasure.

  “Turn around. Climb on top of me. I want to see you cum,” I whisper in her ear.

  I lay down on my back and she mounts me with ease, holding onto the back of the bed as she bounces up and down before sliding her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against me, bringing herself higher and higher as I just lay there, letting her do as she pleases and loving every fucking second of it.

  “I want to see you cum,” I say grabbing her hips, pounding into her harder, bringing her higher and higher before she screams as she convulses around me.

  The sight alone makes me cum, as I tighten my face and grunt through my teeth. Nichole falls on top of me, still trying to catch her breath.

  After a few moments, I wrap my arms around her bare ass and smack it, hard. “Fuck yeah, that was hot.”

  Nichole laughs as she lifts up, flipping her hair to the back, “Uh, not too bad,” she says matter-of-factly.

  I laugh, “Not-too-bad-my-ass.” I lift her up and flip her to her back, lying on top of her. Nichole just laughs. “Don’t temp me to fuck you again.”

  “Is that a promise?” she teases.

  “Fuck, I may love you,” I say, obliviously kidding.

  I sit up and walk to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I return, the room is empty. Nichole has walked into the living room where she’s looking for her clothes.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Home,” she answers without a beat.

  “Damn, just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, huh?”

  Nichole laughs, “Well, yeah. It was good though. Thank you,” she reaches up to kiss my cheek.

  “Um, no, you need to stay. I told you, I might not be done with you yet.”

  “Oh, really. And if I leave?”

  “I won’t let you. It’s too late to ride the bus by yourself and I’m not going to drive you.”

  “Really, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

  “Yes, and you just proved that to me. But no, I’m not letting you leave, looking like that, with no panties on, by yourself. Sorry, not happening,” I say, pulling her hand back to my bedroom.

  “Look, I don’t stay the night. Sort of a rule. Sorry. Don’t take it personal.”

  “Well good. I’ve never had a girl stay the night so we’re breaking all kinds of rules tonight,” I look behind me at her. “Get over it and take those shorts back off. Don’t let anything go to your head though. I’ll lend you a shirt to sleep in. If you sleep in nothing but that short shirt I won’t be able to get any sleep and I have a meeting in the morning.”

  Nichole laughs, giving into my proposal to stay the night. I’m shocked too that I’m asking her to stay but what the hell. It’s only a night.

  “Here, I just bought a new toothbrush, you can use it.”

  “Ok, not only am I staying the night, but now I have my own toothbrush here?”

  I laugh, “You can throw it away when you leave tomorrow. Sorry if I care about your oral health.”

  She smirks, grabbing the toothbrush out of my hand, “Yeah, you liked my other oral, too.”

  I smack her ass as she walks to the bathroom, “That’s right.”

  After she brushes her teeth she slips on an old, blue t-shirt that I set out for her. It falls just past her ass and I can’t help but smirk at how hot she looks in it.

  We climb into my bed and I turn to her, teasing, “Now, don’t try to cuddle or anything. You’re just here to sleep.”

  She hits me before turning her back to me.

  I lean over, kissing her cheek, “Oh, that ass…” I wrap my hand around her.

  She laughs at me, smacking my hand away from her sexy little body. “Hands to yourself.”

  Even though it’s Saturday, I have to get up early for work and Nichole sleeps right through me getting ready. She lies fast asleep, wearing only my t-shirt with the sheet wrapped up in her long legs and it takes every ounce of my self control to not attack her and screw her all morning long.

  I slide in next to her, whispering in her ear, “Morning sexy.”

  Nichole jumps up like I frightened her. I smile since she must have slept so good she forgot where she was.

  Once she has her bearings she smiles, “Oh yeah, morning.” She wipes her eyes and I can’t help but lean down to kiss her lips before pulling back and walking across the room.

  “Wow. You look hot,” she says once she notices how I’m dressed.

  I turn around, smiling my cocky smile, “Yeah, you like?”

  I hold out my arms to the side, showing off the dark silver Hugo Boss slim fitting suit I’m wearing with a white shirt underneath and the top two buttons left undone.

  “I have to go to work, I have an early meeting. Come on, I’ve got to get going so I can take you home.”

  “You… you look so different,” she says surprised.

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “Oh no, no, it’s not bad,” she smiles. “So, you really are an architect?”

  I laugh, “Um, yeah. Did you think I was lying last night?”

  “No, I just couldn’t picture it,” she looks me up and down. “I can see it now though.”

  I grab her ass smiling. “How I’d love to fuck you again right now. But we have to go. Come on. Keep the shirt. It looks good on you.”

  She slips on her shorts and grabs her purse from the living room before I hand her a motorcycle helmet. “Here, you can carry this down.”

  “Shut up. You drive a motorcycle, too? You have this bad boy thing down. Well, except for this whole suit thing. That’s just damn sexy.”

  I grab her, pulling her in close, “Seeing you do the walk-of-shame wearing my t-shirt is sexy as hell.” I kiss her, leaning her back before grabbing her ass again, “Let’s go.”

  We hop on my all black Ducati and drive to her place. After I park, we hop off and I walk her to her door. “So, can I get your number?”

  “Um, no.”

  My eyes must have gone big with surprise because she laughed before saying, “How about you stop by at ten tonight? I’ll let you fuck me again.”

  “Not till ten? How about I take you for drinks first?”

  “That’s not necessary,” she kisses me quickly and unlocks her door, blowing me a kiss as she shuts the door behind her.

  The sun breaking through the early morning fog shines through Charlie’s bedroom window waking us up. Charlie leans over, wrapping his arms around me, “Morning, baby.”

  “Mmm, good morning,” I say snuggling into his chest.

  “Can we stay like this all day?”

  “I have no plans,” I look up, smiling sweetly to him.

  He kisses my forehead, holding on tightly as we cuddle in silence, dozing in and out of sleep.

  After awhile I stretch my arms up, “I guess I should get up. I have to go home and do some unpacking.”

  “I cleared out some space in my drawers and closet fo
r you if you want to unpack here.”

  I look up at him, a little surprised, “Now Charlie, are you asking me to move in with you?”

  He kisses me sweetly, “Maybe…”

  I look down, putting my head back on his chest, not sure what to say. Wow, should I? I mean, I do want to be with him and we did so well in Paris together. But living together? And this baby…? Can I do this? Will he keep it?

  I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

  “What is it Allison? Do you not want to move in here? I’m sorry, I just thought…”

  I interrupt him, “No, Charlie, it’s not that. I mean, yes, the thought sounds great but…”

  “I’m sorry. It’s too soon. Forget I mentioned it.” He gets up quickly, embarrassed from the situation.

  I grab his arm, “Charlie, it’s not that. We just have a lot to work through right now. Have you decided what you’re going to do?” I look down as I whisper, “I mean, with the baby?”

  “Allison, the only thing on my mind right now is you. I need to make sure we’re ok. You say the word and I’ll pull the plug if it means I’ll lose you.”

  “Charlie,” I snap at him, “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t put this on me. This is a baby. A life. I can’t be the deciding factor in this. What do you want?”

  He sits down, exasperated, looking away from me, “I don’t know. I keep having these dreams.”

  “Yeah, about what?”

  “About you. About the baby. About my parents.”

  “And…?”

  “Allison, I need to know I won’t lose you.”

  “Charlie,” I take a deep breath, trying not to go there again, “tell me about the dreams.”

  He sits forward, staring blankly at the wall, “The first one was crazy. I was on one of the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge. I just remember being terrified because I was so high up and it was so foggy, I couldn’t see anything to get down. Then, all of the sudden, I was securely on the ground and my parents walked up, holding a baby and I had this feeling like I knew everything was going to be ok.”

  I look at him, trying to hide the anxiety I feel about his dream and the entire situation. “Did they say anything?”

  “Yes,” he looks down, still not able to look me in the eye as he talks about his dream. “They asked if I wanted to meet my son. They said his name was Lyric.”