I’m Gonna Show You II Nemi
Nick sighed. He closed his eyes as he leaned back into his chair. The last few hours, he spend in his private, little studio in the basement to clear his mind and calm his nerves a little. Even though his wife was here to spend time with him, he couldn’t bring himself to be around her right now. It’s not like they could do much anyways since Priyanka was pretty much just laying on the couch, falling asleep every now and then since the jetlag kicked in pretty bad. Not that Nick was complaining about it. After what happened earlier today, he didn’t think he’d want to be around her. Looking into her eyes just reminded him that he’s been breaking his vows lately, and he realized that he was just leading her on at this point. But leaving her wasn’t as easy as he would hope. There was so much that made it almost impossible to leave without creating a mess in the media that he hoped Priyanka would eventually be the one divorcing him if he just stopped showing interest in her. Nick rubbed his eyes and swallowed hard. His phone buzzed, and he read Demi’s text. “I’m gonna get fucked so good tonight. 😍”
Something about the way she was acting towards him really pissed him off and made him angry. “You have no idea.” he quickly replied and threw his phone onto the desk in front of him. The singer clenched his teeth. maybe she was doing all of this on purpose. If she did, well...it was working. He was mad. It fucked him up so much that he couldn’t just have a proper conversation with her. And the urge to punish her grew within him. At the same time, it turned him on as well. He knew that he didn’t have to hold back with her. Other than Priyanka, Demi was not into that vanilla kind of shit. And neither was Nick. Demi texted him again and Nick groaned, getting up from his seat. He walked upstairs, hearing the TV. “Pri?” he asked quietly and as he looked around the corner, he saw her laying on the couch with their dogs, covered in a blanket, sound alseep. He was glad he didn’t have to come up with a random excuse right now. Maybe later she’d text him or call, but he was gonna ignore all off it. The singer grabbed his keys and got to his car, driving off towards Demi’s place. As soon as he arrived, Nick shut his car door rather loudly and walked towards her door, knocking and ringing her bell before he stepped back and pushed his hands into his pockets, his jaw still flexing as he waited impatiently for Demi to open.
