Chapter 788: Grant, Rest Assured, I Won't Expect You to Take Responsibility for This
Natalie paused, holding the blanket, and then smiled faintly, "You can use Clara as an excuse."
She found it odd that Johnny invited Grant but didn't give him an extra invitation, considering he was an important partner.
After speaking, she covered herself with the blanket and closed her eyes, ready to sleep. She had no intention of talking to Grant; their relationship had ended long ago, and there was no need to stir up trouble or listen to his sarcastic remarks.
Natalie closed her eyes.
The plane began to taxi, vibrating slightly. Grant couldn't continue reading his magazine, so he put it down and quietly watched the person next to him.
Their seats were close, probably the closest they had been in years. They would be together for the entire flight.
Natalie wasn't wearing makeup, her long hair covering half of her face, revealing just a small part.
Her lips were red, her teeth white, and her features delicate.
The small part of her arm that was exposed looked very tempting, at least to Grant. He was reminded of that night in the cabin when Natalie had wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his, occasionally making soft, animal-like whimpers.
After a while, he abruptly turned away, no longer looking at her.
The plane reached cruising altitude and stopped shaking. Natalie had initially been pretending to sleep, but eventually, she fell asleep for real. When the flight attendant came by with drinks, Grant glanced at Natalie and said softly, "No, thank you."
The flight attendant gave Natalie a second look before pushing the cart away.
Grant leaned back in his seat.
He didn't plan to sleep. He ordered a cup of coffee, drank it, and then lay quietly, his gaze falling on Natalie. She hadn't woken up, sleeping like a little pig, just like she used to.
Carefree!
Grant picked up the magazine and covered his face. A few hours later, the plane landed safely.
When Natalie opened her eyes, the seat next to her was empty. Grant must have disembarked first to avoid seeing her. Natalie didn't mind; she quietly got off the plane, collected her luggage, and went to the hotel with her family.
The wedding was the next day.
That evening, there was a bachelorette party, suggested by Sienna.
Natalie hadn't seen her in a while.
She had heard that Sienna had been dating someone for two or three years, and it was going well... but recently, things hadn't been great. Had they broken up?
Natalie didn't want to upset her, so she changed into a cocktail dress and went to the hotel's basement bar.
The bar was upscale, and mostly frequented by hotel guests.
There were many familiar faces!
Lola and Johnny were naturally there, being the center of attention. Fortunately, Lola was shameless enough to handle the teasing, and Johnny didn't mind performing.
Sienna chose a corner seat and ordered a strong drink.
Natalie held down the glass, "Let's switch to cocktails."
Sienna reached out, her slender fingers gently pinching Natalie's chin, "So obedient! Natalie, how old are you now, and you still don't dare to drink? What... afraid Grant won't like it? He's been watching you!"
Grant?
Natalie was stunned, then she saw the man five feet away.
Dressed in black, blending into the environment,
He was ressed in black, blending into the environment, but his looks were striking, drawing the attention of several women around him.
Natalie was provoked by Sienna.
She let go of the glass and poured two large drinks, saying, "He and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Whether I drink or not has nothing to do with him."
Sienna smiled and glanced at Grant.
When Natalie drank, his face did look quite grim, these two were really interesting!
Sienna's smile faded as she thought of someone else. Feeling a pang of bitterness, she downed half her glass.
Natalie, teary-eyed from the drink, looked at Sienna and gently asked, "Did you break up?"
Sienna refilled her glass,
She could feel the gaze from the side, glanced at Grant, and smiled faintly, "You should worry about yourself first! Don't get drunk, I'm not responsible!"
Natalie couldn't stand being provoked, so she took the glass and drank half of it, "What could happen? The hotel room is just upstairs."
Sienna's smile faded further and thought, "It's because the room is upstairs that something will happen!"
Originally, she intended to get drunk, but seeing Natalie's determination, she didn't dare to drink anymore.
If Natalie got drunk, she would have to drag her back!
She didn't want Grant to take advantage of the situation.
So when Natalie drank too much, Sienna didn't stop her. She just leaned back in her seat, quietly accompanying her. She was beautiful and dazzling, in a way that was completely different from Natalie's beauty.
Sienna resembled Chloe the most, like a pearl.
Sure enough, within an hour, Natalie was drunk, mumbling about going home and calling out randomly.
Sienna was helpless!
She affectionately pinched Natalie's face, intending to take her back, but as soon as she stood up, her wrist was grabbed. She looked up and was stunned.
It was him!
The man looked noble and indifferent, but his grip on Sienna's wrist was strong, causing her pain.
The Hawkins family was well-known, and most of the people here were familiar faces.
Sienna didn't want to lose face, so she lowered her voice, "Are you crazy? Let go of me!"
The man stared at her intently.
After a while, he was still determined to drag her away. Sienna said urgently, "I can't leave Natalie here."
The man turned and said calmly, "With Grant here, she won't be in trouble."
It was because Grant was here that there would be trouble, but Sienna didn't have a chance to say it. The man picked her up and carried her out through a hidden door. After crossing a street, he opened a black Rolls-Royce, and Sienna was thrown inside. Before she could react, the man pressed her down and started kissing her.
Sienna's clothes and the man's shirt and belt fell onto the car's carpet.
It looked indecent.
*
In the bar, Natalie was drunk, lying on the table, unable to get up.
In the dim light, her skin under the dress was translucent and dazzlingly beautiful. At midnight, Grant walked over.
His leather shoes made a slight sound on the floor, and Natalie, who had been dozing for a long time, suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, who was looking down at her.
She recognized him, Grant.
The man she liked!
But he didn't like her, which was why his gaze was so cold, why he ignored her, why he always rejected her confessions with a cold face.
When drunk, Natalie forgot the past years, forgetting that they had once been in love.
She felt like she was meeting him for the first time.
She even boldly reached out, her slender fingers gently sliding over his high nose, and honestly said, "They say if a man's nose is high, his penis must be big."
"What?"
Grant's voice was hoarse as he spoke. He didn't know why he was talking to a drunk person.
He could have just called Johnny to have someone pick her up.
But the drunk Natalie didn't have the coldness or rationality she usually did. She was showing her true self, her eyes full of infatuation for him.
Grant couldn't refuse, nor did he want to. They were both adults.
Ten minutes later.
They were kissing in his hotel suite, against the door of the living room. Grant had Natalie pinned, her hands raised high. His head was pressed against hers, nose to nose, lips to lips.
His eyes had a roguish look he didn't have in his youth. He asked, "Do you want to see?"
Natalie was very drunk.
When she was drunk, she became particularly bold, and the man in front of her was someone she liked. She passionately kissed his lips like a kitten licking milk, her small hand escaping his grip, touching everywhere. Grant let her, suddenly his voice hoarse, "You dare to touch here too?"
He suddenly felt a bit angry.
In the eight years they had been apart, had she been with other men, had she been this passionate in someone else's arms? Was she always this eager?
But Grant's body was honest.
He grabbed her small hand, not letting her escape, his eyes fixed on her as he said, "Slut."
Then he picked her up and threw her onto the soft bed.
Their first time making love was hurried and chaotic.
Their second time was rough and unkind.
Natalie found pleasure but also pain. She was trapped under his body, no matter how she struggled or screamed, he didn't relent, making her feel like she was dying.
Grant, who was usually abstinent.
But at that time he found an outlet for his desires, he also hated her, so he didn't hold back, tormenting her four or five times.
When he was finally satisfied, the sky was already light, and birds were chirping outside the window.
Natalie was fully awake.
She lay on the bed, wrapped in a sheet, motionless, lost in thought.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Grant came out, wearing only a thin bathrobe. He glanced at the woman on the bed, then sat on the sofa, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.
Thin smoke rose, and he said indifferently, "Last night was an accident."
Natalie didn't move.
Grant felt a wave of irritation, flicking the ash from his cigarette, "Ms. Devereux, you don't expect me to take responsibility for one night, do you? We're both adults. You can make demands, I'll write you a check if you want."
Natalie slowly sat up.
She took his shirt from the side, covering herself, and after a while, she asked, "Is this how you talk to women you've been with over the years?"
Grant's throat felt blocked. He wanted to say something but he couldn't.
After a long time, he smiled, "Yes! That's exactly how I talk to them! They all understand!"
Natalie also smiled faintly, her voice distant, "Then, I'll be understanding too! Grant, I won't expect you to take responsibility for this. As for the check, I suggest you donate it, I don't need it!"
She finished speaking and started looking for her clothes.
At that moment, there was a knock on the suite door, "Mr. McCall, your purchase has arrived."
He glanced at her, then walked to the door to open it.
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