#nadia | threads

nadia shook it off, telling herself that if he had wanted to hurt her he could have done so plenty of times over when she was blindly following his orders and putting herself in risky situations. taking a breath she turned the car off, grabbed her purse and got out. pushing the car door shut behind her she locked it for good measure before pulling out her phone and checking the room number he’d sent. keeping her head down the young virgin made her way to the room that the man occupied, lifting a hand to knock twice before dropping it and waiting for him to open the door and let her in. 

she can tell what type of night she’s about to have just from the look that nicola gives her when she walks through the door. “well shit, there goes my plans for the night.” she mutters, mostly to herself as she sets the makeup brush in her hand down. luckily she hasn’t started applying it just yet, instead she’s sitting there at her vanity freshly showered, clad in a fluffy robe, and her hair pulled back out of her face with a ponytail. “hey nic, rough day?” 

“What, Brock?” Of course it was him, who else would it be? Though the fact that he knocked was somewhat of a surprise because she was sure that if had made it to the bedroom door that he had heard exactly what she was doing. “Either make yourself useful or go away, I’m busy.” 

“you fucking, asshole! did you hit me?” headache or not it’s clear that nadia has no intention of not letting the man know just how god damned pissed she is. it doesn’t even dawn on her that she’s in nothing more than her pajamas, a pair of shorts and cropped t-shirt. not nearly an intimidating look but her temper is no less fiery. gaze drops to the coffee table in front of her, and quickly her hands grab for the remote laying there and launches it at the man’s face. she’s got good aim, and nothing would satisfy nadia more in the moment than to see the remote she’s thrown hit her abductor square in the face. 

she’s doing what she does best when she’s not getting her way, causing a scene and purposefully acting out. nadia knows it’ll result in punishment, but if that’s the only way to get elena’s attention back on her then so be it. besides, nadia’s been known to enjoy the punishment just as much as the pleasure. right now she knows she’s playing a dangerous game, flirting with some man at the bar where elena can clearly see her perched on some idiots knee as he let’s his hand rest right against the curve of her round ass. nadia throws a look over to elena, the cheeky grin on her lips practically calling the woman out. 

“Oh wow, I always knew there was something going on but this isn’t what I was expecting.” Nadia couldn’t help but laugh as she walked in on her step-father, and her aunt in the middle of rolling around in the sheets of her mother’s bed. Part of her is jealous, though she won’t easily admit that. She’d spent months flirting with her step-father, dropping hints and innuendo that she wasn’t interested in the typical relationship that a step-daughter would have with her step-father. Finding him with her aunt certainly put things in a new perspective and, Nadia wasn’t sure exactly what she felt beyond the bitter amusement and an annoying rush of arousal at the sight of the pair of them. 

She agreed to the union between her and the alpha, but the vampire is still less than pleased with it. They butt heads more often than not, and no amount of attraction between them seems to lessen that just yet. “I don’t remember asking your opinion on the matter.” Nadia snaps, a harsh roll of her eyes as her attention shoots to the alpha. “Just because some guy shows an interest in me doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the attention.” Were it not for her position within her coven and the tentative peace that her union with Mateo had brought that might have been true. In this case, Nadia’s entertainment of another man, another vampire to be exact, puts it all at risk and is certainly seen as disrespect towards the alpha that is her husband. 

“I’m starting to think the only way to get your attention is to get arrested by you.” She tells him, sitting in the empty chair besides his desk and very aware that her dress shows off an ample amount of her supple flesh when she sits and crosses her legs. “That’s not my preferred method of ending up in cuffs though so I guess I’ll just have to pass on that option.” Nadia adds, clearly teasing and not bothering to hide her intentions or the double meaning in her words.