"Leave her alone."

I gasp in horror when I see an angry Christopher staring back at us. Sam drops his hands from my face as soon as he hears Christopher.

"Excuse me?" He says frowning, turning to face Christopher.

Christopher clenches his jaw. He looks like a wild animal ready to swallow his prey alive as he saunters towards us. What the hell is he doing here?

"Don't you understand English? I said, leave her alone." He spats bitterly at Samuel.

Sam looks at him in confusion, unable to understand what he is trying to say. "Sorry, I don't remember if we have met before?" But he doesn't look at Sam, instead his gaze shifts towards me as he stares at me furiously. Seeing that his eyes are now fixed on me, Sam pulls me behind his back.

Christopher's face appears more frightening as his bloodshot gaze wanders over my face. This doesn't look good. From the way Christopher is looking at Sam and me, I can say this can get into an ugly fight. It seems like we have already gathered some attention from nearby people, and I don't want this to be a scene for the show to everyone. I pretty much care about my dignity. So I do the only thing that seems right to me. I jump between these two men before they get to each other's throat.

"Sam, this is my friend Christopher," I tell him, striving to sound normal.

Then I turn around to Christopher, who is still scowling at us. "And this is Sam..." Before I can continue introducing them to each other, Sam interrupts in-between.

"You never told me about this friend before?" He says, crossing his arms in suspicion.

I nervously chuckle and look back at him. "That's because it didn't occur to me before. Christopher visited my clinic a few weeks ago, and we instantly became friends." I turn, giving an awkward smile to Christopher and plead him with my eyes to agree. "Right, Christopher?"

But he doesn't say anything. What the fuck? Instead, his eyes fall on my chest, drawing a sharp intake of breath. Shit! I should have known not to wear this before Christopher, considering what happened between us back at home.

I shift uncomfortably on my feet and move closer to Christopher so that Sam wouldn't hear us. "Please, don't start now. We don't want to create a scene." I whisper to him.

His eyes raise over to my face, and he looks at me in annoyance. "I am not starting anything. It's him, Okay. Why the hell he was trying to kiss you?" He says through gritted teeth.

I look at him in confusion, hearing his accusation. What is he talking about? When did Sam try to kiss me? Then I realize what he saw when he came into the club. Christopher has completely mistaken. He thought that Sam was kissing me when he was holding my face whereas he was just asking me if I was okay. I look back at Christopher and open my mouth to clarify his doubt that it wasn't what it looked like, but again Sam barges in.

"Come on Nikki, let's go from here." He says pulling my arm ignoring Christopher.

"No...she is not going with you." Christopher barks at Sam.

"What?" Sam questions seeming equally annoyed. What the hell is wrong with these two men? I groan and begin to say something, but Christopher doesn't let me.

"Because she is coming with me," Christopher says irritatedly.

"What the fuck? What's your problem dude?" Sam asks in exasperation.

Christopher looks extremely agitated as he speaks. "My fucking problem is you. She is coming with me." He looks at me and then says. "Come Nicole."

Sam looks pissed as fuck as he steps in front of me, facing Christopher. He stands, crossing his arms defensively. "Look bro, I don't know if she told you or not, but she is my girlfriend. So she is going with me." As he says that, my eyes pop out. I am totally astonished by his statement. What the hell did he say? I look towards Christopher and see that he looks just as shocked as I am. Why the hell Sam said that? Did he just say that to save us from Christopher or he was aiming to get payback for rejecting him?

I stand there aghast looking at Christopher. I want to say that it's not true. That Sam is lying, but then when I look at the disappointment on Christopher's face I refrain myself. This is what I wanted for so long. I wanted Christopher to stay away from me and what can be better than to make him believe that I have a boyfriend. So I keep mum and play along with Sam, although I feel uneasy by his claim. I look away, not owning enough courage to meet Christopher's eyes.

Sam grabs my hand and guides me towards the exit. I don't object and follow him. I look back and see Christopher standing in the same position looking at us bewildered.

When we reach the doorway I stop. "Wait, Sam. What about Emily?" We have completely forgotten about Emily in the meantime. Sam realizes the same after I tell him and scans around to look for Emily. As we search through the crowd, we find that Emily is still dancing on the dance floor. Jesus, she is out of her mind.

"We can't leave her like this," I tell Sam, pointing towards Emily.

"Don't worry Nikki, I have a friend. I'll tell her to drop Emily to her apartment." He says.

"Are you sure? It's safe?" I ask with concern.

"Yes Nikki, she is a good friend, and see, she is also dancing there on the dance floor." He points at the same girl with whom he was talking earlier.

"Okay, but tell Emily to call me when she gets home."

He nods at me and then walks towards the dance floor. I see him talking to the girl and Emily. He says something to her, and she shakes her head agreeing. She looks at me and gives me a thumbs up, telling me that she is completely fine. I smile at her in return. Sam then walks back to me and we both get out of the club.

I constantly feel the urge to turn back and see if Christopher is anywhere in sight, but I restrain myself.

We reach near the car. Sam opens the door for me and I sit inside.

Soon we get on the road. I look out of the window. We sit there in awkward silence and after some time Sam breaks it and says.

"Why you never told me about this friend? Christopher?" He asks seriously, focusing straight on the road.

"I mentioned to you already Sam that it didn't occur to me." He doesn't look at me.

I turn towards him and ask. "And why did you lie to him that I am your girlfriend?"

His face changes a bit hearing me ask that as he resembles to be guilty about what he did. "I didn't know that he was closer to you than me." His voice laced with disappointment. "Is anything going between you two?"

"No, Sam. It isn't like that. It's just..." I sigh, not saying anything after that. I just didn't want him to lie about us like that.

Sam understands what I am trying to suggest as he says. "That Christopher didn't seem like a nice guy, Nikki. I thought he was going to bother you, so I said that besides, his behavior was so strange." He says knitting his eyebrows together.

"I am sorry if you didn't like it." He adds after a moment with a sad face.

I feel guilty that I am trying to blame him when it's all my fault. It's not his fault that I welcomed Christopher back into my life with open arms. I am the actual reason for all this shit.

"Don't apologize, I know you never intended anything bad," I tell him honestly. I gently squeeze his shoulder and smile. "He is a nice guy, Sam. You don't have to worry."

Sam relaxes a little hearing as he concentrates back on his driving. Even though I am in a car with Sam, but my mind is still in the club thinking about Christopher. What would he be doing? Probably having a good time at the club. I bet he wouldn't let go of such a great opportunity. I wish I was there with him. What? Why does he always have to be on my mind?

I agreed with Sam dropping me at home because I know that Christopher is still at the club so it would be safe as Sam wouldn't know about me living with Christopher. How the hell I was even able to keep this away from everyone? I am glad that nobody knows about us living together, but it wouldn't be long till my friends find about it. What will I do then? I better be ready for the consequences.

We soon reach our destination.

"So, you live here now?" Sam asks, stopping his car in front of the house. "With your friend?"

"Yes.."

"The lights are off. She isn't home, I guess." He says.

"No... She probably would be asleep now." I tell him, covering up.

I don't know what else to say. This whole thing has become awkward for both of us plus I am a little mad at him for lying to Christopher. So I look around hesitantly and say. "Good night, Sam. Thanks for the ride."

He smiles at me. "No problem. See you, Nikki. Good night!"

I instantly step out of the car and make my way towards the door. I hear Sam's car leaving. On getting near the door, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

I get into the house and make my way straight towards the kitchen. I don't know if it's the effect of alcohol or anything else I find everything around me spinning. I go towards the refrigerator and grab a water bottle, thinking that it would make me feel better. I open it to drink when I hear footsteps approaching. What the hell? Didn't I lock the door? I look towards the kitchen door alarmed and find Christopher entering. How the hell he got here so quickly? I thought he was still at the club. Was he following us? Doesn't he have anything better to do? I hope Sam didn't see him.

He looks calm now dissimilar to how agitated he looked at the club as he leans over the door frame looking at me with a straight face.

"I am not done with you, Nicole." He says in a low voice.

I don't know if he is talking about what happened back when we were together before going to the club or what happened at the club.

I gulp nervously. "But I am done with you, Christopher. Can't you understand that I don't want to talk to you?" I tell him in frustration.

He flashes a cocky smirk and I fear what he might come up with. I am aware of the dangerous look that he is giving me now. Shit! Not again. He slowly walks towards me and stands in front of me.

"You still haven't answered my questions, Cole." He says slowly.

"That's because I don't want to.," I tell him, moving away from him remembering what happened last time when we were this close. I try not to be intimidated as he keeps moving forward matching my steps. But before I can move any further, he grabs my hand.

"You can't run from me this time." He says tightening his grip on my arm.

"Let me go, Christopher." I protest, trying to free my arm.

But he doesn't listen to me and before I can realize he spins me and pulls me towards me. Fuck! My back hits his hard chest, making me gasp in fright. My breathing becomes uneven as I feel him pressed behind my back. He places his hand around my waist holding me firmly and I see his other hand going behind my back. What is he doing? He then gathers my hair together and moves it towards the left side, exposing my neck to him. A shiver runs through my spine as his fingertips make contact with my skin. He places his face in the crook of my neck and whispers in my ear.

"Answer my questions and I'll let you go." He says in a husky voice.

I again try to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth taking me back into the same situation I was a few hours ago.

"Was it true what that kid said back in the club?" His breath fanning over my neck. "Is he your boyfriend?"

His closeness is just so intoxicating that I am not able to form a coherent sentence. "Answer me, Nicole?" He squeezes my waist, making me bite back a squeal.

"You know what? I don't believe him." He continues as his hand travels down to my thigh and my eyes widen. Why am I pushing him away? Why am I not protesting? Nicole, what are you doing?

"Because he can never make you feel this." He says making small circles over my inner thigh. A traitorous moan escapes my mouth, earning another cocky smirk from him. I bite my lip when I feel his hands stroking my inner thigh.

My breath becomes more ragged as his other hand moves up to the valley of my breast which is exposed due to my keyhole neck. Fuck no!

"I know you don't look at him the way you look at me." He nibbles my earlobe teasingly.

"Like you want to kiss me, touch me.." He kisses my neck making me shudder. I completely forget everything around me with his touch.

"You know how sexy you look in this dress." He says trailing his fingers over my cleavage. I lose my senses once again giving myself to him. I throw my head back in pleasure as his fingers move rhythmically up and down between my boobs. What is he doing to me? I soon find myself pressing my back onto him more loving the way his hands are working.

"So sexy that I wanted to rip the eyes out of the sockets of men who were gawking at you in the club." He says massaging my inner thigh with one hand and the other hand doing magic over my chest.

"Why are you doing this?" He says burying his nose in the crook of my neck and I lose my breathing. "Why are you torturing me like this?" He inhales deeply and I close my eyes offering myself to him completely.

"Tell me you don't like this." He says. "Tell me and I'll stop." He demands strongly. I want to say that but my lips betray me, restricting me from opposing him. I hate that my body is responding in the exact way as he wants. I can not stop him because I don't want him to stop.

"You can't.. I know you can never say that because you want this." He says in a sexy voice. "You want me just as much as I want you." His lips graze over my ear.

"Answer me, Cole?" He says.

"Tell me that you want me." He whispers seductively. His hand now goes even higher over my thigh, making me already wet.

"I..I.. wan..." His hands travel even higher as he traces the lining of my panties. Fuck! What the heck is going on? What the hell you are thinking, Nicole? Push him before you do something really stupid that you would regret later. Listening to my fucking conscience, I immediately get back to my senses and push him back, elbowing him in his abdomen.

I turn and face him panting heavily as he looks at me with his smug face. Fucking bastard! What the hell was I going to commit? I groan in impediment.

"What is wrong with you, Christopher? What are you doing?" I yell at him. He doesn't seem affected by my saying as he watches me in amusement. What is so funny to him? I know the only way to wipe the smug look off his face is to agree with Sam's lie. Yes, Nicole! Do it. He fucking deserves it.

I run my fingers over my hair in frustration. "You want answers right?"

"Then hear me out. What Sam said was true." I tell. "He is my boyfriend. Is it clear to you, Christopher?"

"Samuel is my boyfriend!!!" I scream loudly. As I let out those words, a shadow of grief takes over his face as if he wasn't expecting me to say that. But within a blink of a second, his face turns serious and I watch him glaring at me now. I don't give a damn about what he feels. I turn on my heel and run to my room upstairs without looking back.

When I get back to my room, I instantly close the door. I lean against it. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. I replay everything that has happened in these few hours. Whatever happened today makes me think that living with Christopher wouldn't be easy from now. Why am I doing this? Why did I agree to live with him in the first place? Why is Christopher doing this? I am fucking tired of his behavior. Why is he playing games with me? What does he want?

These awful thoughts keep running in my mind as I question myself again and again. What am I doing with my life?

I know that Christopher is playing a dangerous game with me but I hope I don't end up losing.

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