The Prodigy

Nicholas Burgh | 23

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60 Seconds || Self

I've never been one for goodbyes... nor have I ever been one to stick around once the time has come to take my leave. Montford was always a wasteland to me. A waste of my time, a general waste of space and effort. It's how I always perceived this God forsaken town. It was my parent's demise, the place my brother refuses to return to, the place I loathe with all of my being. 

So why am I still here?

I keep asking myself that question as I lie in bed. I haven't moved with the exception of making it to the bathroom for almost three weeks. I'm tired, I'm drug addled, and I'm completely out of the loop as to what happens outside my door. I don't care anymore. None of this is worth it. Not the drama, not the people who live here. I have nothing left except for this big empty house. 

I've been lonely for a long time. I'm a social person, but Montford has never really given me the opportunity to make something of myself, to have a crowd of people to congregate with. I've always been alone. Flitting from group to group, adapting when needed. I hated it. I still do. 

I've decided to stay here no longer. Everywhere I look, I'm reminded of how much this place has tainted me. How much worse I am for the wear because this town is plagued by drugs, booze and violence. These used to be things that I enjoyed, but now it all seems a little too cliche though. 

My bags are packed, and I've put the key in the lock. One minute. For one whole minute I've stared at this massive house, realizing that I've never considered it a home. Not even as I child. I've had no home. I've always been a drifter, even thought I've been stuck in the same place this whole time. 

Sixty seconds. That was all it took for me to say goodbye. 

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Fist full of Love

-Antony and the johnsons

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Out of Love || Self

He knew that the stench that lingered in his room was his. Nick was no stranger to the effects of losing a loved one, but never had he anticipated losing everything he'd ever known. The last thing on his mind at the moment was a shower, or food, or anything that consisted of him moving from his bed unless it was a bottle of whiskey and more opium. Noone had bothered to check on him, with the exception of the butler and the maids on rare occasions if they were so bold. However, if there was one thing that the past couple of weeks had taught Nick, it was that he never had a friend one in this town, and that he probably never would.

He hadn't bothered with the papers, nor had he even began to handle his father's will. He knew that the hotel, and everything that it entailed would eventually be his, but that didn't mean he wanted it. In fact, Nick had never had the intention of following in his father's footsteps. He hated the thought of being a tycoon, and was much more privy to his life as a playboy. He hated the idea of responsibility even though he'd taken on more than his fair share in recent months. 

But it wasn't the responsibility that was taking it's toll on him now. Everyone knew that, including those who refused to pay him a visit. He was never a huge fan of his parents. Both that them had lived the high life for far too long, and with that came the price of having to live up to expectations. However, there were moments- small little glimpses in time that proved that both Harvey and Constance were human. That they were his parents and he had no choice but to love them, in spite of all their mistakes and his own. 

There had been very few tears; instead, Nick preferred to remain numb in order not to deal with the situation. It was the best remedy for a broken heart after all, and his was shattered to pieces. He knew who was responsible for Harvey. He knew the moment word got out that it was a murder and not because of the fire that Lucian had finally gotten his hands on him. Nick didn't want retaliation, although there was a small part of him that considered it for a moment, he knew that his actions would prove fruitless, and he would end up in more shit than he was already in. 

He was tired of dwelling, in fact, he hated it, but he wasn't willing to move from his bed- even when the butler came to hand him the invitation to the gentlemen's club, he growled and groaned that the prospect of opening the door. 

Nick felt doomed. As if now he had no choice but to clean up the mess that his parent's made. It was his destiny after all, and it seemed that he would have no other choice but to put the Burgh name back on the map again by whatever means necessary. For now, he was perfectly content with his booze and his drugs, and he had every intention of staying numb for the rest of the night. 

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Be Easy, Speak Easy || Hick

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*quirks a brow, biting off a moan*

are you questioning my manhood, Hilary?

*Flips her over onto her back, spreading her thighs wide as he strokes himself*

*Teases her with his tip before forcing her down his shaft*

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Cooperation // Harvey & Nick

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He had to admit, Nick was not the ideal first person to see. He really wasn’t. Harvey barely had time to get his things in the door, much less be able to explain himself to his son. He wasn’t with Constance, of course. She was blissfully unaware of the happenings of the Burgh family, probably off in Greece with some cabana boy. Not that their sons ever knew of their marital issues. Constance spent the better part of their marriage keeping things looking neat and tidy. 

But, with his son’s outburst, his eyebrow raised. Resting his elbows on the desk, he waited for his son to get it out of his system before he tried to reason with him. He couldn’t blame Nick for being furious, in fact he would have been too. But there was so much more that Nick didn’t understand, and though his return was abrupt and unannounced, he returned so that his son wouldn’t have to pay for his mistakes.

But, at the mention of Maxwell, he stood to his feet, his hands pounding the desk. He knew full well of what had happened, and was in Chicago for that very reason. “Damn it, Nick! Where do you think I have been? I left your brother’s bedside to be here, so why don’t you calm down and let a man speak before you attack him!” 

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"Let a man speak?" Nick glared, his hands in his pockets as he shook his head at his father, a sick smirk on his face as he stared at the man in front of him. "Harvey, it's been a year. A fucking YEAR you've been gone. You didn't tell me you went to see Maxwell, for all I fucking knew you were traipsing about the damn country buying hookers and booze! How do you expect me to think of you a certain way when you haven't even given me a proper example of what a father and a businessman does! You left me here to clean up your fucking mess because you were scared. Admit it. Admit it then maybe I could call you a fucking man."

He'd pulled out the big guns already, but didn't give a damn. His father was still unaware that he knew about the Capone's, but that would be out in the open soon enough as well. He was sick of the lies, sick of the scandal and the bad fortune his family had brought to him and his brother. Although once a spoiled rich kid, Nick knew now what it meant to deal with the Devil, and it was a dire price. The last thing he wanted was for his father to have to face the consequences. 

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Be Easy, Speak Easy || Hick

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*Moans, his hand grabbing a fistful of her hair as she slid her palm down his shaft, forcing him to pulse in her hand*

*Tugs gently, his head lowering to watch her as she found a steady pace*

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Moving Up || Nicholace

Thanks to her hard work on the Charleston and putting on a killer performance at the Dance-a-thon, Rhett had kept his word and given her a pretty generous raise. With a little extra money coming in each month, Grace decided it was long overdue that she move out of the boarding house and into a nicer apartment. After all, she was no longer scraping pennies together and Mrs. Townsend could probably use the space, what with all the newcomers in town.

Most women dreamed of their own home where they could raise a family. With Grace’s lifestyle and lack of domestic skills, her dreams were far simpler. All she needed to be happy was a soft bed and room service. For those reasons, she decided to go to the Burgh Hotel to ask about renting a room on a long term basis. It was just her luck that the Burgh heir was dining in the hotel restaurant when she inquired at the desk. Walking up to the table and putting on her best smile, she said brightly, “Mr. Burgh? I’m Grace Holiday. Do you mind if I join you?”

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Nick had been buried in debt and dealing with it for some time now. Ever since Benjamin dropped the bomb on him that his family was in fact not the owners of the Burgh Hotel, he'd been attempting to come up with ways to crawl out from underneath the weight his father had forced onto him. He wasn't having much luck, but at least his lunch was decent. 

So was the pretty redhead from The Stroll as she made her way toward his table. 

"Ms. Holiday, always a pleasure. Nicholas Burgh." Nick stated, a smile on his face as he stood from his seat, pulling out the chair across from his in order for her to sit down. 

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?"

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Need A Refill? || Nick & Melissa

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It was clear the man in front of her was uninterested in his surroundings. Many customers had become engulfed in their own thoughts and never bothered to really pay attention to anything else. Mentally noting his order, she was about to turn, when she heard the conclusion of his sentence. A suave, confident one. He looked to be the type.

Melissa set down the coffee pot she was holding and leaned slightly on the table. The bottoms of both her palms rested on the edge. “Listen hot shot,” she chuckled lightly. “You can have my number, but you’re going to have to earn it. Maybe you should ask my name first and we’ll go from there.”

With an amused smirk, she retrieved the coffee pot and made her way away from the man. Just as she was going to go behind the counter, she looked over her shoulder and smiled, then continued on with what she was doing. The coffee pot was put back in its place and she went to make the espresso how he ordered it.

She went back to the table and put down the hot beverage. “Careful. It’s hot. Wouldn’t want you to burn those flapping lips of yours.”

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She was fiery. Not one to submit to a man just because he asked her to. You had to earn it with a girl like her, and that was just what Nick preferred. Easy women were only fun for one night, but he loved the chase - as if he had earned his reward. 

Grinning, he watched her, admiring her ass as she bent over to grab the rest of the goods needed to make his beverage. All long legs and a small waist - it was making him practically drool in his seat. 

"Then what is your name, doll?" He questioned once she brought over his espresso. If she wanted chivalry, it was his specialty. Nick was notorious for his flavor of the week, but he was event more notorious for being a gentleman. 

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Cooperation // Harvey & Nick

Harvey Burgh strolled through the front doors of the Burgh, not even bothering to address those who greeted him. Heads turned, all eyes on him - and he liked it that way. It had been quite a long time, too long, since he graced the Burgh with his presence, and he felt like a peacock, a king in his own palace. The feeling was refreshing, even if it came with a hefty price.

He strode into his office, the vaulted room with a roaring fireplace behind a large oak desk and black chair situated comfortably behind. Walking slowly, he let his fingertips trail the edge of the desk, reminiscing on the days where it once was his throne. His things were moved, resituated to suit someone else’s needs. 

Adjusting his suit, he sat down in the familiar leather chair, feeling once again at home. It had been a touch decision to come back, but there were things, pressing matters, that needed urgent attention. He began sorting through the various paperwork on the desk, making mental notes and calculations as the door opened. He looked up slowly, seeing the all too familiar face of his older son. “Nicholas,” he said quickly, leaning back into the chair as if to reassert his dominance. “It’s good to see you.”

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Nick had been caught up in the hub bub about town and his own needs instead of the namesake of his family lately. He knew he had work to do, but the pressure that had built up from their debt had thrown him for a loop. A never ending loop that seemed to have no end. It was a constant battle, and although he had a meeting set up with Lucian to discuss payment, he wasn't sure that it would go over so well. Not with a man who already own most of the town. 

Making his way toward his father's office at the hotel, Nick couldn't help but notice with strange looks, the whispers the off hand glances as he made his way to the elevator. It all made him a but uneasy. As if everyone knew something that he should have been aware of sooner. His stomach roiled as he stepped inside the gate, nodding at the bellman to shoot him to the executive floor. 

Things were eerily quiet when he arrived, and instantly he felt as if everything was out of place. The light was on in his office, which only meant one thing. Someone was in there who didn't belong. With weary steps, Nick made his way toward the door, his hands twitching nervously as he made his way around the door frame. 

"D-Dad!?!?" He yelped, jumping back as if he'd seen a ghost. "What the hell? You guys were supposed to tell me when you were back! Not just show up out of the blue without notice! Shit!"

Running an exasperated hand through his hair, Nick leaned against the wall. Staring at the man in front of him. 

"And you left me with a ration of shit, and a brother who barely remembers is own fucking name. Maxwell is still in Chicago at the hospital. You do know that, right?"

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*Continues to toy with her skin, his own burning now as he craved to be inside her*

*Slowly removes his fingers, his hands deftly moving to the button of his slacks, pulling them down.*

*Chuckles as Hilary's fingers dip into the waistband of his boxers*

Take 'em off for me...

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So Sweet...

*Continues to move his mouth down her body, slipping another finger inside her; his mouth leaving trails of wet kisses across her rib cage*

*Nips as her skin, swirling his tongue around her navel as he slowly picks up his pace*

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Need A Refill? || Nick & Melissa

Melissa made her rounds around the coffee shop, ensure all of those seated had enough of their beverages. Just as she was going to go back around the counter, she glanced over her shoulder. An incredibly handsome man sat alone at one of the tables captured her attention. She turned in a circle and sauntered over with a smile. “Hi there. Is there anything I can get you. Do you need a refill of something?” At this point, she was just trying her hardest to exude confidence. Maybe then, things would be better at Nine Owls.

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"Another Espresso, heavy cream, one sug-" Nick hadn't paid hardly any attention if any at all since he slipped into the Nine Owls. He'd been far too preoccupied with the realization that his folks were home to be worried about the outside world. Not that he really bothered with commoners as it was. 

But this one was a sight for sore eyes. He leaned back in his seat, nodding at the bombshell who offered him a refill, his eyes raking over her rather long legs and the wonderful outfit Kenneth had his girls dressed in. 

"One sugar, and your telephone number so that I can call on you once you get off of work."

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*Glides his hands down her frame until he reaches her thighs, his hand slipping between them before dipping a finger inside her; both of them inhaling excitedly while he stayed still for a moment, gauging her. 

*Pushed farther, his mouth now on her collarbone, then her breasts as he sets a slow pace*