Fake wife 144

Posted by AdminHHAdmin, ? Views, Released on June 17, 2025

Facebook Twitter WhatsApp Pinterest Telegram

Chapter 144

Nico

The cosy little cabin comes into view just as the last of the days night drops from the sky. Pam is busy asking Ista’s brother questions but it seems that Mason is the one to know more about Isla ́s little secrets she’s been hiding from everyone. Stepping up onto the back porch I can see the Inside lit up and through the kitchen in the living room is Isla’s other brother hovering over a fucking massive lounge. I don’t bother listening to anyone as I make my way inside and Stride through the cabin to see her there on the couch. She looks…wrecked. If only I had known it was a problem. I’m making a mental note right now to learn everything there is to know about her. A quick glance to the side and I see her friend doesn’t look any better. Fucking hell. I kneel down in front of the couch where Isla’s head is laid out on a pillow and push the sweaty hair from her face.

“Hey sweet girl. You don’t look so great.” I say softly and her eyes flutter open weakly.

“Nico?” She breathes out through a shudder.

I give her a warm smile. “Your friend, Mason called me. Sald you need some help.”

She looks over my shoulder to where I assume he’s standing and a look of confusion settles on her face. A hand comes down on my shoulder and I look over to see Mason standing there staring back at Isla.

“Nico’s going to help us get through this, okay Princess?”

She looks back at me, a mix of c

confusion and maybe a bit of wariness there now. “O–Okay.” She stutters out.

I look over to Pam who’s checking her friends vitals before she comes to assess Isla.

“When was the last time you went without a substance, dear?” She asks Isla, who looks between me and Mason, biting her her lip.

“No Judgment here, baby girl. Pam needs to know so we can figure out the best way to get you through this.”

“M–maybe a couple years…

“And what kind of stuff do you take?”

“Anything.”

“How much and how often?”

She looks back at me and I give her another warm smile and stroke her hand to let her know it’s okay.

“I just take something whenever I feel too much..”

“Too much?”

Pam asks.

Too much feeling….

“Hmm…Okay.

ay. We’re going to give you a drip, something to take the edge off, and we’ll ween you down a little by little every day until you’re ready to come off it. How does that sound?”

1/3

G–good. Yes.

“Alrighty, boys, let’s get these two upstairs to a bed each where they can be comfortable. I want them out of these clothes and In something lighter. Their bodies are trying to tell them they’re cold but they’re not. We’ll start cooling them down slowly with some wet wash clothes and I’ll set up some drips.”

Kalden picks up Isin’s friend with Hunter wanting to follow but he looks back at Isla, then at Mason, then at me. Its my. turn to stand and put a hand on Mason’s shoulder, looking at Isla’s obviously protective brother. “We’ve got her. He lets out a breath and nods before going upstairs,

“Thank you.” Mason turns to me.

“All good.” I look back down at Isla. “I’d like to carry her upstairs.”

“Okay.” Is all he says as I lean down and scoop her up. I’ve been dying to touch her, to hold her. She didn’t seem like a fan of physical touching before, but now that she’s in my arms…I’m not sure ill ever be able to let her tell me no again..

Once I get her laid on the bed that Mason said they were staying in, she’s already asleep. He goes through her luggage and pulls out a baby blue silk pajama shorts and button up shirt. Coming to stand by the bed next to where I’m sitting. He looks awkward, although he’s trying not to show it. I let out a sigh.

“You like her.” I say, a comment, not a question.

He rubs the back of his neck and looks at me.

“I love her.”

“Hmmm.

“Do you like her?” He asks me.

“I could love her, if she’d give me an honest chance.” I half mumble out.

He chuckles for a moment, “yeah, she’s stubborn. A force to be reckoned with.”

An idea comes to my head, and fuck it, I’ll roll with it. I stand up, immediatly I’m within breathing distance of Mason. He sucks in a breath and I take a good long look at him. We’re almost the same height, although he’s just a little bit shorter. He’s packed full of muscle, whereas I’m a little leaner. He’s good looking really, with that bad boy hair cut and those blue eyes like Isla’s.

“Kiss me.”

“What?!” He splutters out just as I grab the back of his neck, hard.

“Kiss me.” I shrug. His mouth opens in shock, maybe to reply, I don’t know, but I don’t waste the opportunity to slam my mouth on his and thrust my tongue in to slide against his. He doesn’t kiss me back, not at first, but when I bring my hand from the back of his neck, to his throat and squeeze, he moans. A husky, forbidden moan, and then he begins to move against my mouth. It’s hot as fuck how he melts against me, bringing one hand up to my shirt to support himself as his knees get weak. My free hand goes down to palm his now hard cock through his pants and he twitches under my palm. I pull back just as I hear footsteps down the hall and lean my forhead against his and while looking into his eyes I whisper “good boy.”