~ Back to Hell, Nyx
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πππ'π ππππ π ππππππ open, but her body protests since it wanted to be enveloped in the warmth of the π π‘π’πππππ man sleeping beside her. Jason's arms wrap πππ π ππ π ππ£πππ¦ around Nyx's stomach, and she could feel his warm breath against her neck. The position was too intimate for them, ππ’π‘ π‘βππ¦ πππ€ππ¦π π€πππ π’π ππππ π‘βππ .
Nyx somehow got out his arms, regretting it almost immediately as she stood up from the bed. She turned to have a good look at him again and then draped the silk sheet around her body.
After changing into her black cocktail dress and combing her hair to make them look more presentable, she checked her phone. There were 21 missed calls from her father and 13 from her lovely housekeeper, Miss Gracie. Nyx wore her heels and applied her blood-red lipstick.
She checked herself in the mirror, and after being satisfied with her appearance, she decided to leave. But not before leaving a longing kiss on Jason's cheek and πππ π’ππππ that she left the red lipstick mark there. She loved doing it to him. It was her way of saying 'πΌππππ ππ ππππ πππππ'.
Nyx called her driver to get the car ready for her to leave. It was about noon, and Nyx chuckled when she realized that she and Jason had spent almostππ πππ‘πππ πππ¦ π€ππ‘β πππβ ππ‘βππ. Yet to her, it didn't seem enough. This ππππππ‘πππ was getting ππππππππ’π , and Nyx somewhat feared that it might cross the boundaries they had set for each other.
But Nyx's heart ππππππππ π‘π π ππππππ, already. To a man who was too good for her that she knew she can πππ£ππ have him. Hence, Jason was her distraction.
She walked through the hotel like she owned the place and the staff stared at her like they were seeing a beauty like her for the first time. But then, she was a πππ πππππ§πππ ππππ’π‘π¦. She found a car waiting for her at the entrance and her driver, Mr. Smith opened the door for her.
"Good evening, miss. Where to?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Home, please," she replied.
Mr. Smith was a man in his late forties. He was her mother's driver and bodyguard before Nyx hired him. Mr. Smith was well-built, perhaps because he was also her security and a great one too. He was bald-headed with a serious expression on his face almost all the time. The man was married to a sweet Italian woman named Bella and had five children with her. He might look all tough, but from the inside, he is a kind man. He had watched Nyx grow up to the powerful woman she is now.
They arrived soon enough.
"I am home, Gracie!" Nyx announces.
"I am in the kitchen, love!" Gracie replies back.
Nyx smiles and follows the delicious smell of pasta coming out of the kitchen. Gracie was a lifesaver and after the sex marathon, Nyx had she was surely starving for some good-old pasta. And there is nothing πππ‘π‘ππ than Gracie's Alfredo pasta. That woman is a ππππ πΊπππππ π .
She enters the kitchen and hugs Gracie from behind.
The small, red-head housekeeper yelps in surprise.
"Oh, my lord! Are you trying to kill me, Celia?" the housekeeper says.
Nyx chuckled. There were a few people who called her Nyx - her mother and of course, Jason. When they first met, he had declared that he would call her Nyx because it was unique and it sounded π ππ₯π¦. She didn't protest since the way he called her Nyx was ππππ’πβ π‘π ππππ βππ wet.
"πΌ π€ππ’ππ πππ£ππ! If you die then who will make me my favorite pasta and pies?" she replied back with a grin.
The housekeeper gasped and faked a hurt expression on her face.
"Does my life mean so little to you?" the housekeeper teased.
"I love you as long as you make good food," she replied as she kissed Gracie's cheek and ran out of the kitchen.
Nyx entered her room - the smell of roses surrounding her as she enters. She removed her clothes and entered her washroom to get a nice, warm shower. She examined herself in the mirror, hickeys πππππππ‘πππ her body. She felt herself getting βππ‘ even thinking about the night she had spent with Jason.
She bathed herself in her favorite rose-scented body wash and shampoo. She had an πππππ‘π’ππ‘πππ with roses, they always smelled like home for her. Perhaps because her mother loved the same sweet scent of roses.
"Celia? Your father has been calling for you since yesterday. He wants an audience with you." Nyx heard Gracie say from the other end of the door.
Nyx groaned, anger erupting inside of her at the mere thought of her father.
"He said it's urgent, love. I think you should go meet him. He is your father, πππ‘ππ πππ." Gracie says.
Sometimes Nyx wished that Gracie didn't have such an important role in her life - it was hard for her to say no to her. Gracie understood Nyx's βππ‘π against her father and his new family but she pleaded with Nyx to meet up with them πππ π‘βπ π πππ ππ πππππ.
"Take out my navy blue πΆπ’π βπππ ππ‘ ππβπ dress and black heels. Let's get this over with. What the fuck does he want, though? Did he say anything at all?" she asks Gracie.
"Nothing, my love," Gracie replies.
Nyx had a feeling that it was going to be something that makes her want to bang her head against the wall.
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πππππππ πππ ππππππ entered the Knight mansion with a stony expression on her face and hate burning inside her heart. She wished nothing more than to drive far away from here, but then it will be better watching this place burn into ashes. This place took away her mother from her, and π βπ βππ‘ππ ππ£ππ π πππππ π π πππππ πππππ ππ ππ‘.
"Good evening, Miss Knight." the security guard says as he opens the gate for her.
She nods in his direction, saying nothing back. She was already an hour late, but π βπ ππππ'π‘ ππππ. They didn't deserve even a π πππππ of her life, so they should be ππππ‘πππ’π that she even met with them.
She had a lot to do - with her college going on and, of course, her modeling contracts. There was no secret that she was a natural, just like her mother, and ruled the modeling world. With her βπππ£ππππ¦ body and confidence, she was someone everyone watched out for.
The mansion looked different - it no longer had the distinct and lavish look her mother had designed in it. Now it looked... boring. With flower vases at every end and paintings of animals hanging on walls, the grandeur of the mansion was being laughed at.
It was spotless though, thanks to the cleaners who worked hard to make sure that the mansion looks at least better. She chuckled at the thought that her father had cheated on her mother with this woman who knew nothing about the lavish and simple lives of the rich. He had claimed that it was 'πππ£π' but then, she had tarnished his perfect reputation within a week of being introduced to the world they live in.
"Celeste!" Nyx heard someone say, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Of course, the πππ£ππ will be here to greet her. Trying her best to act like a 'mother' to her.
"Kate," she says, trying to sound as polite as possible. But it wasn't possible, π’πππππ‘π’πππ‘πππ¦ for them. She hated seeing the π ππππππ face of that woman. She reminded her of her mother's dead body every damn time.
And suddenly, Nyx had the urge to run away from here. But she is the queen, and she faces her demons dead on.
"You are here! Your father has been waiting for you. Come, the dinner is getting cold." she says with her over cheerful voice. Nyx still questioned what her father saw in this woman.
"Dinner?" she says, mentally groaning. She didn't plan to stay for even five minutes in this place.
She entered the dining area with Kate next to her.
Kate goes and stands next to her father, who looked like his πππ βπππ self as always. That is the only thing she is grateful for - her father had given her some good genes. He looked serious in his black three-piece suit and white shirt, some of his grey hair making their appearance, but he looked handsome as always.
Next to him sat π΅ππ'π πππππππ. The girl she hated the most next to Kate.
Her father's and Kate's πππ£πππ daughter, ππ¬ππ«π’π πππ«ππ§π ππ§π’π π‘π.
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