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“Ugh. I can’t stop thinking about him, Thalia. I don’t want to, but he’s on my mind every minute, every day,” I confess. “The other thing is, he either drives me crazy with lust or infuriates me with his arrogance. There’s no in-between,” I add, biting my lower lip.

“The feelings are mutual.” I hear from behind me and my entire body freezes.

His voice. That deep, velvet voice makes my heart beat uncontrollably in my chest and my breath caught in my throat. I slowly look over my shoulder and meet the most handsome face I’ve ever seen.

He’s wearing dark blue jeans, his Calvin Klein underwear exposed, and a white T-shirt. His dark hair is tousled in a way that looks both effortlessly sexy and intentional, like he just run his fingers through it on his way here.

“I see you didn’t choose any of the outfits you showed me.” He smirks, and my heart skips a beat. “You look stunning, baby. Sexy as fuck.” The last part is low enough only for me to hear.

“Nick, what are you doing here?” Nervous, I rise to my feet just as he closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around my waist.

“Aren’t you happy to see me, baby?” he asks, desire flashing through his eyes.

“I’m more than happy…”

I don’t get to finish. With his hand behind my neck, he pulls me to him and kisses me hungrily. I lock my hands around his neck as well and bring him even closer, kissing him back without hesitation.

“Nickolas Hardy, take your hands off my sister.”

Panting, I turn to see my brothers and all the Hardys standing next to Thalia, who looks like she’s enjoying the show way too much.

Nick doesn’t move. He hugs me from behind, his hands still placed firmly on my waist, his chin on my shoulder.

“Guys, this club is a fucking piece of art. Congratulations,” he says with pride. “As for taking my hands off my fiancée, I’m using all my power not to drag her out of here, back to my place to make love to her. So consider yourselves lucky.”

I gasp at his words and, hearing me, he chuckles. “I can’t wait to have my way with you later, baby. I missed you so much,” he whispers in my ear, making me blush furiously, my skin tingling where his breath touches.

“Nick, for the love of God,” Zayn growls.

“Nickolas, what the fuck,” Liam says at the same time, making all the Hardys and Thalia burst into laughter.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this so much. Our family dinners will be so funny.” Ethan grins from behind Thalia.

She startles at his voice and takes a step away from him, looking flustered.

Hmm… interesting.

We’ll definitely have a conversation about her reaction later, I’ll make sure of that.

“Nick, you didn’t tell us you were coming tonight,” Kai says, looking at Nick with clear interest.

“That’s because I didn’t know until this evening—when I received some very explicit photos. After that, there was no chance in hell I’d miss this,” Nick replies casually, tightening his grip on me.

I can feel his cock pressing against my lower back, desire pooling between my legs, my need for him growing tenfold.

“You need to stop doing this,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to keep my voice steady and low.

“Doing what, baby?” he asks innocently, rubbing his hard-on against my back, a smug and unapologetic grin playing on his lips.

“You know damn well what.”

“So, are we going to talk about you two being a couple now?” Zayn asks with a raised brow, arms crossed over his chest.

“What’s there to talk about? I don’t need your permission to have a relationship, Zayn.” I begin defensively, but Nick interrupts me calmly.

“Yes, let’s talk. It’s ok, baby. We need to have this conversation.” He smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead, warm and reassuring. „Your office?” he asks, glancing at Zayn and then at Liam.

“This way,” Liam says, heading toward a set of stairs on the left side of the bar.