Chapter 790 She Chose What She Wanted, What's Wrong with That?
But he couldn't help but turn back, his gaze icy.
How long had it been since she climbed out of his bed, and now she was with someone else? So her affection was just that casual.
Maybe it was some kind of intuition, but when Natalie looked up, she saw Grant.
He stood on the street in a sharp suit, looking striking. The weather was warm, but he was surrounded by an aura of coldness, and his gaze towards her was filled with chill.
Natalie's lips trembled slightly, but then she was pulled into a warm embrace.
It was Clayton who held her close.
His lips brushed her ear as he gently said, "Don't look at him. From now on, look at me."
Natalie rested her face against his strong arm, a perfect blend of softness and strength. Grant suddenly let out a low laugh.
They were a perfect match!
It turned out she wasn't just a match for him; she could match with someone else too.
Natalie had finally made her choice.
A black SUV passed by him, the window slowly rolling up. The girl who used to cling to him in college was now in someone else's arms, even though they had spent the night together just last night.
They couldn't go back to the past; she belonged to someone else.
Inside the car, Natalie quietly leaned on Clayton's shoulder, her nose red.
Clayton gently held her, his voice low and tender, "No crying."
She retorted, "I'm not crying."
In front of him, Natalie could always be a child. She spoke softly but couldn't help crying. Clayton didn't say anything, just pulled out a tissue to wipe her nose.
As he did, a bubble accidentally formed.
Then, they both laughed.
Clayton looked at her, his voice becoming unusually hoarse, "I've waited so long for you to grow up."
She had grown up long ago, just not for him.
Now, the one in his arms was truly his.
His heart was more stirred than he had imagined, and more than Natalie had imagined. He couldn't help but lean in and plant a kiss on her soft lips.
She murmured, "Aren't you grossed out?"
His nose lightly brushed against hers, "Not at all! You smell sweet everywhere."
She smiled, a small but clearly happy smile.
Clayton didn't take her back to the wedding venue; he took her to the hotel. He had booked a suite with two bedrooms. While checking in, he made a call to Chloe, explaining that Natalie wasn't feeling well and he would take care of her for the next few days.
Even Chloe, as dense as she could be, understood what that meant. Natalie and Clayton were together now.
She was a bit surprised and looked at Gavin, who also heard and made a gesture.
Chloe spoke again, "Thank you, Clayton."
Clayton said a few more words before hanging up. He turned to Natalie, "Let's get you to the room first. I'll bring your things over later."
Natalie stared at him.
Clayton smiled and lightly tapped her head with his phone, "What are you thinking? There are two rooms. You get the big one, I get the small one."
Natalie responded, her nose threatening to bubble again.
Clayton gazed at her, then softly said, "Soon, we won't have to sleep apart."
Natalie was silent.
Later, he took her to the 22nd floor and swiped the card to enter the room.
The place was spacious and comfortable. Natalie sank into the sofa and refused to get up. Clayton, used to taking care of her, naturally knelt to remove her high heels, which had left her feet a bit red.
He massaged her small feet and looked up, "Take a nap. I'll wake you up in the afternoon, and we can go out. The locals on this island have some events going on, it's quite lively."
Natalie knew he had been busy lately, moving his business back from abroad, with many things to handle.
She whispered, "Will it interfere with your work?"
Clayton gently tapped her foot, making her yelp softly from the sensitive spot.
Both of their expressions became somewhat ambiguous.
They had known each other for years, always interacting like friends. Even when he carried her down the mountain, there had never been this kind of intimate tension, so they were both a bit at a loss.
The feeling was good, but it came too quickly for Natalie to adjust.
Clayton was considerate. Having grown up abroad, he was quicker to feel physical attraction, but Natalie wasn't. She hadn't yet fully detached from Grant emotionally or physically, and he needed to be patient.
Reluctantly, he let go of her foot.
He picked her up and laid her on the bed, covering her with a blanket. They looked at each other, "Should I get you a robe? It might be more comfortable to sleep in."
Natalie, not used to it, clung to his neck, "This is fine."
Clayton chuckled, "Stubborn girl."
He got up and poured her a glass of water, watching her drink it before taking her room key to fetch her luggage. Natalie was quite tidy, with her clothes neatly folded in the suitcase, favoring soft colors.
Clayton's handsome face suddenly flushed.
He had a desire for her, more than he had thought, and more than Natalie had imagined.
He packed her things and carried the luggage.
In the elevator, he unexpectedly ran into someone, Grant.
Both men were tall, making the elevator feel especially cramped. They silently stared at the red numbers above, one relaxed, the other visibly tense.
Grant recognized the suitcase immediately.
They were together, planning to live together. So fast! He thought sarcastically.
The elevator stopped on the 22nd floor, and Clayton walked out with the suitcase.
Behind him, Grant's cold voice called out, "Do you think you can replace me?"
Clayton paused, slowly turning back. He looked at the man who should have been confident but now seemed so dark and brooding.
Clayton smiled lightly, "Mr. McCall, in my view, love isn't about replacing someone. It's about who is there for you. Yes, Natalie liked you, but I've been the one by her side all these years. And you, Mr. McCall, while you had Natalie in your heart, it was always Ms. Lynn by your side. Neither of you can blame the other, and neither of you is more innocent. You're upset now because she's with me, and it bothers you. But you had so many chances. How long has she been back? How did you treat her? Something happened between you two last night, didn't it? But you made her cry, you hurt her!"
Clayton continued, "And don't try to provoke me with physical stuff! I grew up abroad and had many girlfriends, but I can promise you that from now on, there won't be any other women around me who make Natalie uncomfortable. I'm not with her to take anything from her; I just want to make her happy. I love seeing her smile! Mr. McCall, having Natalie is a blessing, and you lost her. Even though you were strong and capable, you still chose to hurt her repeatedly."
Clayton finished speaking, smiled faintly, and turned to leave.
The sound of his dress shoes echoed in the hallway, like a victor's anthem, making Grant look even more defeated.
When Clayton returned, Natalie was already asleep.
She must have been truly exhausted, or maybe she slept so soundly because Clayton was by her side.
After unpacking their luggage, he didn't even change his clothes and sat by the bed watching her. She slept deeply, looking like a doll. Despite not being that young anymore, she still had a childlike cuteness.
He reached out and gently brushed her face with the back of his hand.
Her face was warm and smooth.
He couldn't help but lean down and kiss her soft lips. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but she didn't wake up.
Clayton was momentarily stunned, then couldn't resist gently sucking on her lips.
They were together now, and he didn't need to hold back. The kiss between lovers was intoxicating.
But he remained rational.
He had the patience to wait until Natalie's heart was entirely his.
Natalie had a dream, where a little girl, about three or four years old, with pigtails and a dress, was happily spinning under the ancient tree at her university. When she woke up, her dress was soaked with sweat.
She sat up, gasping for breath.
Clayton was sitting on the sofa nearby, working on his laptop. Hearing her, he quickly came over, "You're awake?"
Natalie was drenched in sweat. She looked up at him, her voice trembling, "I had a nightmare."
He gently patted her back, softly asking, "What did you dream about?"
She tried to remember but couldn't. He didn't press her, silently comforting her for a long time. He ran a bath for her and brought her some milk, "Drink a little, or you'll get low blood sugar."
When Natalie came out of the bath, room service had delivered their meal.
Clayton was signing for it and glanced at her. She was only wearing a bathrobe.
He softly said, "Put on your shoes."
She looked down at herself, covered her chest, and ran into the master bedroom. Clayton chuckled.
After sending off the room service, he set up the meal in the living room and called out, "Come eat. You said you were hungry, right? After we eat, I'll take you out for a walk."
The dishes were all her favorites.
Natalie changed and came out, enjoying the food she liked while listening to him talk about the local customs. She felt very comfortable. Being with him wasn't forced; it was the right choice.
After eating, Clayton took her out.
As soon as they stepped out of the hotel, they saw the sky ablaze with colorful clouds, as if it were on fire.
Clayton put a small hat on her and lifted her onto the back of a bicycle. He worked out regularly and could easily lift her with one hand as if he were picking up a child.
As he got on the bike, Natalie naturally wrapped her arms around his waist.
They rode off into the distance... A black SUV was parked in the hotel lot. Grant, in a sharp suit, sat in the back, quietly watching. Beside him was Clara, also in business attire.
She slowly said, "They look so well-matched, like a couple on their honeymoon. Grant, do you think they've been together for a long time?"
Grant's face darkened. He coldly ordered, "Drive."
The driver quickly stepped on the gas, taking him to the airport. Grant left the island early, perhaps due to work, but in reality, it was because he was in a bad mood.
Johnny got his call while heading back to his room.
In the presidential suite, Johnny stood by the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows, wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers, showcasing his good physique.
He held his phone and smiled, "Why are you leaving early? Weren't you happy when you arrived?"
After listening, Johnny chuckled lightly, "Alright then! See you in Syeattel, Mr. McCall."
He tossed the phone onto the sofa.
As he was about to take off his shirt, Lola emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a black silk robe, her body still damp. Johnny's eyes lingered on her, betting she wore nothing underneath.
He said, "Weren't we supposed to take a bath together? Bold move! Are you sure I won't want to make love to you?"
Johnny gently wrapped his arm around her waist, his voice low, "Dressed like this, I need to check."
Lola had done it on purpose and didn't refuse him.
She leaned against his shoulder, letting him do what he wanted to do. Soon, He listened to her breathing and said, "How did you manage this? Did those psychology classes help?"
Lola stood on tiptoe to kiss him, her lips sweet.
Johnny was momentarily stunned.
The taste was unmistakably from the candy he had given her in Silverpeak City, the kind that drove women wild. How did Lola get her hands on it?
Lola knew what he wanted to ask. She whispered against his lips, "It's not hard, is it? If Mr. Flores can get it, so can I. Do you like it, Mr. Flores?"
Johnny gave her a playful slap.
No man would dislike it, but the memory of that candy wasn't pleasant for them.
He thought for a long time.
But Lola had already started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chiseled jawline, tempting him, "What are you waiting for? I rarely try to please anyone."
Johnny's Adam's apple bobbed, his long fingers lingering, savoring her softness.
It had been a long time since they had mutually satisfying sex.
They hadn't done it in a long time!
He wanted to make Lola feel good, but he often fell short. But now...
He pressed his lips to hers, his voice low, "Does it feel good now?"
She couldn't help but moan, her voice very seductively. His primal desire was fully awakened. He bit her cheek, kissed her, and threw her onto the bed. He didn't even bother to shower or fully undress, making love to her right then and there.
Mutual pleasure was the best.
She looked up, her gaze intoxicated yet tender. She gently caressed his sharp, handsome face, her voice hoarse, "So rough!"
His eyes were bloodshot, "Do you like it?"
Of course, she did. What woman wouldn't?
She kept her eyes on him, even at the peak of pleasure, never looking away.
At his most intense moment, he covered her eyes, not letting her see.
A man's face in the throes of passion wasn't always pleasant, and her gaze would drive him wild, making him hurt her.
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