was very candid last night on the Graham Norton show, stating that despite being unsuccessfully married three times in the past, he was ready to turn over a new leaf. If only Sabrina will let him!
Come on London! Let's convince the lady to give Nick a shot!
She strangled back a laugh. He'd done it. He'd really done it. He had her good and trapped. She was almost ready to give in to him. But this also smacked of bullying, didn't it? She'd been told what to do her whole life. For once, she wanted to make her own decision.
Just then there was another knock at the door.
She opened it, expecting to see Marley again. But it was a waiter with an enormous cart.
"Room service!"
"But I didn't order anything."
"Mr. Falcon thought you might need sustenance."
She stepped aside as he rolled the cart into the room. He lifted tray after tray, revealing an absurd number of breakfast dishes.
"It's too much!"
The waiter nodded proudly.
"He ordered the whole menu."
Her mouth opened as the waiter bowed and headed for the door.
"Wait- your tip!"
"It's been taken care of Ms. Newton. Oh and if I may be so bold, date Nick!"
She stared at the door after he closed it behind him, then back at the food.
It was going to be a long day.
**********
"You want another one?"
The crowd roared.
"I said, DO YOU WANT ANOTHER ONE?"
The screams from the Wembley Stadium were so loud you could hear them straight across town. Hell, you could probably hear it in Liverpool.
He grinned and signaled to the band. They were the regular blokes he toured with. Not a studio band, but a get up on your fucking feet and scream kind of band.
Nick was on fire tonight. All the pent up frustrations of the past few weeks were fueling a performance that was exceeding anything he'd ever done before. He had the crowd eating out of his sweaty, callused hand.
"Alright, but just ONE FUCKING MORE!"
They launched into one of his old songs, one of the best songs. The one about finally getting your hands on the woman you wanted. This was one song he could really relate to. He unleashed his sexual energy into the song and out onto the crowd.
He knew she was waiting in the wings. It was giving him an incredible boost, knowing she was there. Watching. Wanting him. Whether she wanted to admit it or not.
It's a good thing Sabrina hadn't asked him to stay the night with her tonight, because he would have taken her up on it. Oh yes, he would have gladly spent the night in her bed. And then he'd have to convince her to let him stay in it.
This way was easier. They would have dinner together. They would eat, and talk. He wanted to know more about her. And then he would lay down his ground rules. She was going to be his. She would be going on the extended tour to Asia as well. She would make herself bloody available to him whenever he bloody well wanted!
He sang his heart out. When the song was over he left the stage to collect his prize.
But she wasn't there.
Marley was smiling at him, clasping his sweaty shoulder as they walked to the dressing room. A throng of decidedly young looking girls stood outside, preening for him. He
Come on London! Let's convince the lady to give Nick a shot!
She strangled back a laugh. He'd done it. He'd really done it. He had her good and trapped. She was almost ready to give in to him. But this also smacked of bullying, didn't it? She'd been told what to do her whole life. For once, she wanted to make her own decision.
Just then there was another knock at the door.
She opened it, expecting to see Marley again. But it was a waiter with an enormous cart.
"Room service!"
"But I didn't order anything."
"Mr. Falcon thought you might need sustenance."
She stepped aside as he rolled the cart into the room. He lifted tray after tray, revealing an absurd number of breakfast dishes.
"It's too much!"
The waiter nodded proudly.
"He ordered the whole menu."
Her mouth opened as the waiter bowed and headed for the door.
"Wait- your tip!"
"It's been taken care of Ms. Newton. Oh and if I may be so bold, date Nick!"
She stared at the door after he closed it behind him, then back at the food.
It was going to be a long day.
**********
"You want another one?"
The crowd roared.
"I said, DO YOU WANT ANOTHER ONE?"
The screams from the Wembley Stadium were so loud you could hear them straight across town. Hell, you could probably hear it in Liverpool.
He grinned and signaled to the band. They were the regular blokes he toured with. Not a studio band, but a get up on your fucking feet and scream kind of band.
Nick was on fire tonight. All the pent up frustrations of the past few weeks were fueling a performance that was exceeding anything he'd ever done before. He had the crowd eating out of his sweaty, callused hand.
"Alright, but just ONE FUCKING MORE!"
They launched into one of his old songs, one of the best songs. The one about finally getting your hands on the woman you wanted. This was one song he could really relate to. He unleashed his sexual energy into the song and out onto the crowd.
He knew she was waiting in the wings. It was giving him an incredible boost, knowing she was there. Watching. Wanting him. Whether she wanted to admit it or not.
It's a good thing Sabrina hadn't asked him to stay the night with her tonight, because he would have taken her up on it. Oh yes, he would have gladly spent the night in her bed. And then he'd have to convince her to let him stay in it.
This way was easier. They would have dinner together. They would eat, and talk. He wanted to know more about her. And then he would lay down his ground rules. She was going to be his. She would be going on the extended tour to Asia as well. She would make herself bloody available to him whenever he bloody well wanted!
He sang his heart out. When the song was over he left the stage to collect his prize.
But she wasn't there.
Marley was smiling at him, clasping his sweaty shoulder as they walked to the dressing room. A throng of decidedly young looking girls stood outside, preening for him. He
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