you don't have to love me, you don't even have to like me but you will respect me

you don't have to love me, you don't even have to like me but you will respect me by sassy

Nolan intertwined his fingers with mine, making me tense up beside him which only made him grin. Of course. "What's wrong?" He asked and let his eyes scan the crowd, while I wondered why in god's name I had agreeed to go to this awful work party with him. Right, because he was being honored for the work he'd done marketing the iTunes music festival which had been a hit at SXSW and also because I owned him a bunch of favors.
"People are going to think we're dating," I said back in a flat tone, not having really many problems about him holding my hand if only it wasn't so off and out of character for him. If he held my hand then no other loser would hit on me and I was more than fine with that, the down side for him was that no other girl could even dare to come close to him. I had no intention to be stood up in the middle of a party I didn't even want to be at.
He gave my hand a squeeze, "My ego would be hurt if that girl in the sparkly pink dress wasn't currently eye fu.cking the both of us and making me think about a threesome."
"No and ew," I wrinkled my nose when he looked at me, lifting his brow. "Who wears a reject prom dress to business party?"

He laughed, "I've never seen a high school girl that looked like that..."
"Her boobs are fake," I retorted,  because sometimes it seemed unbelievable to me that he actually liked me since his taste in women was...eh, not the best. IT made no sense, mostly considering that he was so handsome he could have any girl at his feet. Not that I'd ever admit that out loud.
He let his eyes run over my body and the tight dress covering it, the way he was looking at me so obvious that I had to squeeze my thighs together. "I wish the girls I went to high school with looked like you," He said serious and I believed him.
I rolled my eyes at the compliment anyway, because it sounded like a lame line he'd use to hit on some stupid bimbo. "Are you going to stand here and eyefu.ck me all night or will you get me a drink?" I pushed my hair over my shoulder so it all fell down my back.
He grinned, "I'd rather fuck you."
"I'd rather fuck you too, but it's not an option." I said with a snort, my mood not exactly the best one. The only good part of this damn party was Nolan in his tux, he looked charming, dashing even, until he didn't open his mouth.
He raised one eyebrow slowly, the look he was giving me letting me know he was about to say something I wouldn't like, possibly one of his smartass remark. "I'm the one that lists the options."
"If you wanted to fuck me we could've stayed home." I retorted, always wanting to have the last word about everything even though sometimes it meant I pushed it a little too much.
"And miss all the fun? What's life without some excitement." He said instead, never taking me seriously and often ignoring my sour words, that was the reason why we hadn't killed each other yet. In an odd way, but he knew how to handle me better than anyone else.
"Ugh shut up." I muttered under my breath but I smirked a little as I leaned into him, my free hand setting on his chest as I pressed an innocent kiss on his lips. Innocent, but I knew the effect it had on him anyway.
"Are you crazy? People will think we're dating." He smirked back as she used my own words against me.
I shrugged nonchalantly this time, pulling back to brush away gently the little lipstick I had pressed on his lips with my thumb. "I don't care, it's not like I want to go back home with anyone else." I said simply as I glanced around, "Will you get me a drink now or should I go get it by myself?"
"Always impatient." He shook his head, "Do you want to get drunk?" He added.
"And have a headache tomorrow morning? No thanks." I shook my head myself. I wasn't 20 anymore and hangovers were the worst, thank god I had learnt with the years when to stop drinking. "I just want some help to get through the speech you'll give later." I smirked at him from ear to ear, part of me excited that he'd be honored for his hard work but I was also amused. I couldn't really bring myself to see Nolan give a speech, luckily for me it would happen for real in a bunch of minutes.
Nolan groaned, looking genuinely annoyed. "Maybe we should sneak out before that happens," She cocked a brow at me while I bit down on my lip and rolled my eyes.
"And miss your speech? Never," I replied back while he led the way to the bar.
He moved his eyes from mine to order our drinks, handing me something white and bubbly a second later. "I had no idea you were so interested in my professional life," He said in an amused tone, looking at me and looking distracted as usual. No wonder why we couldn't keep a decent conversation for longer than 3 minutes. The perks of being so hot. "Or is it just me in general that you're interested in?" He added, being the cocky man he always was.
I rolled my eyes resisting the urge to groan too, "Just you when you're naked."
He grinned and lowered his mouth to my ear to whisper, "Are you thinking about my cock inside of you right now?"
I parted my lips to say that he was underrating himself if he assumed all I could think about him was his d.ick. Truth was, even if I'd never admit it out loud, he had so much more to offer. Licking my lips I pulled my head back, shooting him a naughty grin instead, "No, I'm thinking that if you want to engage me in a dirty conversation I'm all in, but when you'll give your speech I'll be distracted by your erection."
His expression changed slowly, annoyance showing on his handsome features. "You know how to kill the mood." He said back flatly.
"It's for your own good cupcake." I smirked wider and watched him roll his eyes, my free hand landing on his neck gently as I leaned into him to press my lips against his. "If you think I'm being bad now you should punish me later." I added in a whisper, staring into his hazel eyes.
"Is that why you're so often a little mean thing? So that you can get all the spanks you want?" He asked and gripped at my hip tighty.
I ignored the part when he called me mean, shrugging instead as I pulled back, "I love a good spank yes." I said nonchalantly and took a sip of my drink. Which was disgusting.
Nolan watched as I drank, making a face. He smiled at me with an amused expression, god knew why. "I should bend you over the bar and spank you right now," He replied.
"But you won't," I quipped back and took another sip of my drink, this time my nose wrinkling.
"As much as I'm enjoying the cute faces you're making? I can get you something else to drink," He said seriously while I handed him my almost finished glass.
"Yes please," I said softly, feeling pleased. He grinned and turned to the bartender again, a moment later a beer in his hand. "Beer looks tacky at work events."
He laughed and took a sip of his scotch, "A thank you would suffice."
"Thank you." I shot him an innocent smile, taking his glass from his hand and replacing it with the beer quickly. "You didn't really have to."
"Eva." He groaned but this time he didn't look amused at all.
I faked a pout before taking a gulp of his scotch, "I made you a favor. You can't give your speech tipsy and this was too strong."
"Please, scotch does nothing to me." He retorted flatly, now stuck with a beer which was good, but his drink was better.
"Ops." I said as I let a big grin play on my lips, leaning my side against his before nuzzling his neck, "I'm being bad again?" I purred against his skin, loving nothing more than teasing him.
"I want to spank you so bad right now," Nolan said in a growl, wrapping an arm around me and grasping my waist tightly.
I moved my eyes down his body and bit my lip, flicking them back up to meet his, "Are you hard already?"
He groaned and turned his body into mine, "Are you drunk already?"
I pressed my chest against hia, grinning when his eyes went straight to my cleavage. He was predictable like that. "If I was drunk right now? We wouldn't be standing here," I said seriously, taking another sip of his scotch.
He dropped his head and ran his tongue across my lips, tasting enough of the scotch to make him grin. Pressing a quick kiss against my lips, he pulled his head back, "Where would we be instead?"
"We'd be locked up in the closest bathroom fucking like rabbits." I answered nonchalantly with a shrug, trying to keep my face straight even though now I had that idea planted in my head.
He moved his hand down my back, letting it rest dangerously close to my a.ss, "And can't that happen when you're sober?" He asked as his eyes kept bouncing between my breasts and my lips. Such a obvious man. Such a man.
I bit down on my lip and shook my head, "You know that when I'm drunk I lose all my inibitions."
"What inibitions?" He asked back as his eyebrow rose slowly and his lips curved into a sexy grin.
I ignored that, not wanting to admit that he was right and not wanting to lie either, so I scanned the crowd before letting my eyes land back on his handsome face. "Why did you take me with you?" I asked, genuinely curious about that since it seemed so out of character for him.
Nolan shrugged his shoulders, "I needed a date and I knew you'd put out at the end of the night."
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't deny that it was true. "Keep talking and you'll go home with nothing but blueballs," I retorted finally.
He laughed and shook his head, "Do you not like going out on dates with me? We've become so good at playing a couple."
"Don't push it cupcake," I replied flatly with my arms crossing over my chest.
"So why do you hate men?" He asked point blank while I returned the gaze with a confused look on my face. "Why aren't you in a relationship? You can have any man you want, yet you cringe whenever someone says the word relationship."
I stared at him for a moment, wondering where all this was coming from. We've been known each other for a while now, a long white, but this subject had never brought up before. My guess was that he was curious, just that simple. "I really don't know where to start."
He shot me an amused grin this time, smirking, "That'd be a first. You always know how to use your mouth. No pun intended. Or yes."
"I don't hate men or I wouldn't spend so much time with you." I pointed out what was obvious. Also, I loved sex, where else could I get it from if not from men? I didn't like girls and vibrators were nothing compared to the real thing, mostly if the real thing was Nolan's perfect d.ick.
He kept smirking, "Maybe I'm the exception." He shrugged.
"Oh yes cupcake. You're special." I teased him even though, in a way, he really was. There had to be a reason why I kept sleeping with him, not that I was interested in finding it out, but still. "And to answer your question, I don't have anything about relationships, actually I think it'd be nice to have one...but there are so many downsides."
At that he laughed, "Maybe your idea of relationship is just like my idea of wedding." He pointed out, making me remember what he had told me on the matter.
"You know me Nolan, how many men would be okay with my crazy love for work? Or other sides of my personality?" I questioned, being serious for a moment. Most of men didn't like a woman who liked being in charge, or working at night instead of making them dinner. Unless they had no balls and they'd make me wear pants, but I wouldn't like that either. My ideal man had to be someone I could consider my even, a partner in many ways. "They'd either bore me to death or leave me." I added.
Nolan laughed again, looking a little awkward for bringing it up. "You have a few valid points, but you still aren't giving yourself enough credit," He said seriously, whatever that meant. Maybe it was a compliment.
I shrugged my shoulders, dismissing the subject, "I'm not really the stay at home wife type, but what about you? You're just as bad as me."
"True. I am most definitely not wifey material," He joked back while I rolled my eyes. We carried a serious conversation for how long? 5 minutes? That was a record already.
"That's not what I meant and you know it."
"Am I bad?" He cocked a brow while grinning wider. He had to know he was, even though that didn't really meant he was bad. Just not conventionally good.
"You have an aversion for weddings," I pointed out with my matter-of-fact face in place.
He shrugged his shoulders. "If I get married one day, then I'll be married," He replied. "If I don't? It won't be the end of the world."
"Thank you for making that one clear Captain Obvious," I smirked back at him while he lowered his eyes down my body once more.
"Can we go back to talking about the many ways you use your mouth?" He grinned, being his usual self.
"Only if we talk about the many ways you use yours too." I said back seriously, staring at him.
He let out what sounded like a mix of a laugh and a snort, honestly it was a sound that made him sound like a little animal. Not that I'd ever say that out loud. "You want to compliment me? Go ahead."
"Did I say they were all good ways?" I questioned, wrinkling my nose, "I don't think so."
"Lies, I'm always good."
"Sometimes I'd appreciate if you talked less." I went on though at this point I was only teasing him. There was nothing better than a man who looked like a sex god and had something interesting to say too. And he didn't talk much really.
"I'm a man of actions instead." He said back, dropping his hand on my a.ss and giving it a quick squeeze. Even though it was mostly about sex, I liked how he hardly ever got offended and always had some smarta.ss comeback for me.
"Classy." I grinned at him, tempted to cup his crotch but knowing I couldn't. Life was so unfair.
"How about we find an empty room and fool around until we here them introducing me," Nolan slid his hands up to my waist, surprising me because I half expected his hands to travel further up my body.
I rolled my eyes, thought I'd be down for a little fun if he really pushed. Having that kind of fun with him was the best and one of the things I loved the most about us. "Like we were saying before, you can't go up there with an erection..." I trailed off with a grin on my lips.
He let out a fake sigh and then smirked, "We should leave now."
"And miss your speech? Never," I shook my head then tilted it to one side, causing my hair to fall over my shoulder.
He pushed it aside and let his fingers linger on my neck, cauding a shiver run through my body. "I thought you said I talked too much, but now you're excited to watch me give a speech? You are the master of mixed signals," He smiled at me, letting his hand cup the back of my neck.
I leaned into his touch, loving to have his hands on me aways, my head tilting back just so slightly to look into his eyes. "I'm the master of many things..." I trailed off, setting my hands on his chest as I shot him an innocent look.
"If you keep giving me that naughty look I'll have an erection no matter what we do." He grinned back at me, stepping closer and using his free hand to pull me against him. In that moment I had the feeling that even though we were in a room full of people, I didn't care about any of them, Nolan had all my attention.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said quietly as I pressed my lips on his in a chaste kiss, not worrying about who could see us. They'd either think we were the best looking couple, or they'd be jealous and I couldn't care less of both. "And yes sometimes you talk too much, but I know what this speech means for your job and I'll make an exception and listen to you."
"You really want to stay, uh?" He asked slowly as he raised one eyebrow.
I shrugged, taking a step back, "Your speech, your choice."
Nolan grinned slowly and shook his head, taking my hand in his and using his free hand to grab the glass in my other hand and set it on the bar. Tangling our fingers together, he started walking, leading us through the crowd of coworkers.
"Where are we going?" I said from beside him, trusting him enough to follow.
"We're leaving," He said simply.
I laughed but kept up with him pace by pace, "You're missing your speech because of me?"
"Does it surprise you?" She lifted a brow and paused to hold the door open for me, slapping my ass as I passed.
I tossed my head over my shoulder, meaning to glare at him but then again I knew it'd be useless so I just shot him a blank stare. "Yes it does." I commented as I walked towards his car.
He caught up with me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against him. Nolan rarely showed public display of affection and when he did he always had a reason, it being an obvious one to me and I had nothing to complain about. "Why?" He asked casually though his eyes were glancing into the neckline of my dress, showing the lack of interest in his own question.
"Because I wouldn't miss my own speech. It's kind of a big recogniction and a way to show-" I started but he pulled back and I cut myself off, watching his brow raise slowly, "What?"
"Don't go all business on me, I already know everything about your work ethics."
I spun on my heels and licked my lips, waiting for him to unlock his car, "Is that a nice way to tell me to shut up?" I asked as I smirked.
Nolan grinned as he noticed the smirk on my face. "Nicely put of course." He shrugged his shoulders and unlocked the car, sliding in as I did the same.
"Lies," I bit down on my lip and leaned my back against the seat. "You're an asshole instead. There is nothing nice about you."
He held a hand to his heart and frowned, "Ouch. I'm wounded and only a kiss will make it better."
I sighed and rolled my eyes but a smile was still tugging at my lips. He wasn't really that big of an asshole, but when he was he was the worst. Then again his personality, for some odd reason, was what kept me sleeping with him, along wish his looks of course.
He kept his frown in place and let his eyes graze my lips, "Is that a no?"
I smirked and shook my head, "You're an idiot."
He shrugged his shoulders, "Probably. I have my moments definitely. You're not answering my question though, is that a no?"
I lifted a brow skeptically, trying to guess his angle, "Just a kiss?"
"Just a kiss," He repeated even though it was never just a kiss between the two of us.
"That'd be a first." I commented quietly but leaned into his anyway, setting his hand on his knee as I pressed my lips against him before pulling back.
"Is that it?" He asked and furrowed his brows together, starting the engine.
"You asked for a kiss only and a kiss is what you got." I said back as I crossed my legs, buckling the safety belt in the meanting as he did the same.
He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road, "That was too innocent."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and looked out the window instead, "You'll get more when we'll get home." I said casually, knowing he wouldn't drop it unless I'd promise more.
"Where's home?" He asked from beside me and when I turned my head back to him, he was smirking wide like the silly idiot he was sometimes.
I didn't care where he took me, I just want to get out of this dress and get confortable, along with get laid of course. "Home is where your heart is." I answered back, a smirk on my own lips. "But that doesn't work on you, or your home would be in your pants." I added in a teasing tone. I knew that deep down Nolan had a heart, that he wasn't just work and sex, only I didn't get to see the other part.
Nolan laughed and shook his head as his eyes remained on the road, "If you really thought that I was heartless? You wouldn't be here right now."
"Maybe your huge dick makes up for the fact that you're missing a heart instead," I retorted and smirked.
He turned into a parking lot, changing our plans without asking me. "I'm glad you like my penis, god only knows that he enjoys your company," He said smugly, turning his head to grin at me after parking the car.
I lifted a brow at him curiously, "Why'd the car stop?"
"I figured we'd check into a cheap hotel where I can wine and dine you like a queen," He said sarcastically while I rolled my eyes. "I'm joking. I'm starving. Aren't you?"
"I wouldn't mind a steak." I shrugged nonchalantly, never refusing food. Mother Nature had blessed me with a great body, but since I loved eating as much as I loved having sex I knew I'd have to work out to burn those calories later...hopefully Nolan would help with that too.
He shot me an amused look, his signature smirk on his lips, "Aren't you overdressed for a steak?" He asked, teasing me.
"You're not giving me any other choice, I can't see you taking me to any five starts restaurant." I said back before getting out of the car, waiting for him to do the same then we both walked toward the restaurant. I reached for Nolan's hand without thinking about it, and when I realized it, I thought that it would have been even worse if I let it go. Oh well, it was nothing anyway.
"Are you complaining?" He asked, turning his head in my direction and raising one eyebrow, a look that I knew it'd turn into a glare if o gave him the wrong answer.
I shook my head as we walked into the restaurant which looked pretty depressing, but the smell filling my nostril seemed a good one instead. "Not yet." I grinned at him, leaning into him and tempted to eat him instead.
Nolan chuckled and broke the locked gaze in favor of scanning the place. "You're brave for eating their steak," He replied.
My mouth fell open but I recovered quickly and grinned, "You're the one who brought me here!"
"If I brought you somewhere nicer, it'd be a date," He shrugged his shoulders, smiling at the hostess who greeted us inside and showed us to our table.
"Is that so bad?" I lifted an eyebrow curiously.
He kept his face serious, "I've already met your parents, who love me by the way. This relationship is moving too fast."
I laughed at his joke and shook my head, "My dad hates you if that makes you feel any better."
"Oh definitely," He said sarcastically, grinning finally. "Thank you for the reality check."
"You're welcome." I said back, grabbing the menu and making a face since everything looked pretty bad to me. "I'm sure I'll get sick after eating here."
His eyes flickered up as he raised one eyebrow once again thought I could tell he was amused too. "I won't take care of you if you do, just for your information."
I stared at him flatly, not surpised at all. The only case when he'd take care of me was if I was h.orny. "Shocking." I wrinkled my nose once again, rossing the menu back on the table as I looked around, noticing how we were both overdressed and people were looking at us like aliens. "Next time I'll take you to a decent restaurant, so that I won't take any risk."
He only kept smirking, of course loving to see me annoyed. "What did I say about no dates?"
"If I take you out and pay for you, it won't be a date." I smirked back at him this time, setting my elbows on the table and cupping my cheeks as I looked at him.
"Are you trying to emasculate me?" He askes, this time his turn to stare at me blankly.
I laughed instead, shaking my head since that was impossible, "Well...no. But you can't get everyting you want muffin."
"What if the only thing I want is you?" Nolan asked back point black.
My eyes widened a little before I caught myself and my bored look returned to my gorgeous face, "If that was true then you would have taken me home instead of here... to this dump," I added with my nose wrinkled again.
He grinned at me, "They have a bathroom here..."
I made a groaning noise and shook my head, "I don't feel like catching hepatitis today."
He laughed and reached across the booth to grab my hand, "You can come sit on my lap if you want to be extra cautious."
"And give you an erection while your hands wander my body?" I shot him an amused look, tilting my head to the side as my hair fell over my shoulder. "I think I'll pass."
"What makes you think my hands would be all over you? I have some resistance left," He smirked and leaned back in his seat, being obvious about what he was thinking. It was easy read his mind when it was always so stuck on one kind of thought only.
"Because I know you." I answered simply as I stared at him, my eyes distracted only a moment when they glanced at our locked hands. From the outside you could think that we were together, holding hands and talking, when reality was so far from that. Looks could really be deceiving.
He looked at me with vague amusement, his smirk still in place as he traced circles against the palm of my hand mindlessly. "Am I so obvious?" He asked this time.
"Sometimes." I shrugged, leaving it at that. It wasn't that he was obvious about everything, but about sex related things? He kind of was. He shot me a look that was a mix of surprised and offended, so I felt like I had to elaborate my answer. "You're not really obvious, but we've been sleeping together for so long now that I learnt to know you and what you like. For anything else which is not related to sex you're a huge mystery to me instead."
He stared at me with a straight face, "I'm not sure if that's good or bad."
"Good." I nodded to look more convincing even though I wasn't sure myself, "I know exactly what you want from me always." I added with a naughty grin.
Nolan grinned back at me. "If I'm obvious? Then you are too," He said seriously.
I cocked an eyebrow back at him, "Is that so?"
He nodded, "Your eyes give you away every time. What are you ordering?"
A small laugh escaped my lips and I shook my head, dismissing what he had just said, "I already told you I felt like steak."
He grinned and motioned the waiter over, ordering the steak for mr and pasta alfredo for himself. "What are your plans for tonight?"
"If you want me to talk dirty to you, you're sadly mistaken," I pursed my lips together and then grinned at him.
He laughed and leaned into the table with his elbows resting on it, "Do you want to stay over?"
"I don't have pajamas," I said simply, as if that meant anything. I bet he didn't even have idea of what I wore to bed, he claimed I was obvious and maybe I was for anything sex related, but he didn't even know the basic things about my routine.
"Pajamas aren't allowed in my bed," He said seriously, wanting me naked always.
"I guessed as much." I wrinkled my nose as I thought about laying in his bad which was surprisingly really comfortable too. Never once I had worn anything in his bed, not even a pair of skimpy panties.
He shot me an amused look as his brow raised, "How come?"
"I'm a very smart girl and my memory works perfectly." I answered simply, staring at him as I remembered that he had never worn anything in bed when I was with him either. He had such a perfect body, it was a shame to cover it.
"You still didn't tell me if you want to stay over or not." He said as his grin got bigger.
"Wasn't sex the point of skipping your speech?" I cocked my head to the side as I played with a loose wisp of my hair, my eyes on him while I started feeling so frustrated and turned on I wished I could just light a cigarette.
"You never stay over after I f.uck you." He said back more seriously this time.
I licked my bottom lip before capturing it with my teeth, "Because you just fall asleep like a gentleman and I don't even get cuddles." I teased him since we both knew we just weren't that kind of person. We weren't able to show any sign of affection apparently, even if I didn't thought it meant we didn't care about each other at all. Of course it was all about sex, but we had been sleeping together for so long now that it was impossible not to develop any kind of attachment. Sometimes I wondered how would it be if I stopped seeing him and I found myself surprised by the realization that I'd miss him.
"Wrong. We cuddled last time," Nolan retorted, always wanting go have the last word, even when he was wrong. Our definition of cuddling was a very different one.
I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Your hand on my boob does not count as cuddling."
His eyebrows shot up and he choked back a laugh, "No?"
"You were hard the whole time," I added, making him amused as hell. That hadn't been cuddling, more like a small break before fucking again during which he basically touched me in all the places that got me turned on.
"And you were wet," He retorted, not dropping his voice when the waitress brought over our drinks. The college girl blushed furiously and walked away from our table. His eyes followed her before turning back to me, "What do you think about threesomes?"
"I'd be more than willing to watch a hot guy fuck you in the ass," I said flatly and this time he broke into a booming laugh. "Shut up before people start staring," I said with a glare.
He shook his head and eventually stopped laughing, "You kill me."