Chapter 791 Grant, What Answer Do You Want to Hear?
Lola couldn't see a thing; she just felt the heat.
She reached out and touched Johnny, her senses overwhelmed by him, all of him. She couldn't help but lift her body closer, pressing against his sweaty ear, whispering, "Johnny... Johnny..."
He couldn't resist when Lola called him like that.
Especially with such tenderness and longing.
Johnny caught off guard, leaned against her neck, panting heavily. After a long while, he turned to kiss her damp hair and gently caressed her face. "You're gonna be the death of me!"
Lola wasn't faring any better.
She clung to his body, kissing him, holding him tighter and tighter.
He knew what she wanted, soothing her gently. After resting enough, he moved over her again. Their passion burned through the night.
This wedding night, Johnny would never forget.
By the middle of the night, both were satisfied, sweetly cuddling together.
Lola nestled in his arms, too exhausted to move a finger.
He looked down at her. "Wanna wash up?"
Lola exhaled softly. "Just wipe me down. I don't wanna move at all! Johnny, are you even human?"
He knew he had overdone it tonight, so he kissed her.
After a while, as Lola calmed down, she looked up and asked about Natalie. "What happened? At the wedding today, she seemed fine with Grant. How did she end up with Clayton?"
Johnny propped himself up on one arm, his bare chest exposed, letting Lola rest against his heart.
He thought about lighting a cigarette but decided against it.
After a moment of consideration, he spoke. "I think something happened between Natalie and Grant last night, but it didn't end well. Clayton showed up at the right time and filled the gap. Otherwise, they've known each other for years. Without the right opportunity, they wouldn't have gotten together."
Lola thought, men really do understand men.
She was still pondering Natalie's situation when Johnny, having rested enough, started getting frisky again. She couldn't keep up with him and pushed against his shoulder. "You should show some restraint."
But Johnny didn't hold back at all. He kissed her, mumbling, "After tonight, I'll take it easy."
Tonight was their wedding night.
No need to hold back.
They stayed on the island for their honeymoon, while Natalie and Clayton left after just three days, flying back on a regular flight.
After landing and collecting their luggage, Clayton let her sit on the suitcase, pulling it along.
Natalie, who didn't like moving much, enjoyed the ride.
As they passed through customs, her gaze froze. She saw Grant.
He was in a suit, probably there to meet an important business partner. Clara also dressed formally but still looking soft and professional, stood beside him, looking like a perfect match.
On a normal day, they might have nodded in acknowledgment.
But now, Natalie felt it was unnecessary. She looked away and followed Clayton. The next second, Clayton grabbed her wrist, intertwining their fingers.
It wasn't to show off but to give her warmth and strength.
Natalie's fingers trembled slightly. She looked up and gave Clayton a gentle smile.
Clayton wrapped his arm around her shoulders. With their height difference, she looked delicate nestled in his embrace.
Grant knew they had shared a room these past few days.
He told himself he shouldn't care. After all, it was just a one-night stand after their breakup.
But these past few days, he had been sleepless.
Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined Natalie and Clayton hugging, kissing, and even making love. He despised himself for it but was also furious.
Seeing them in person now, his emotions peaked, and Grant was tense all over.
His eyes stayed on Natalie.
But Natalie didn't look at him like she used to. She leaned lightly against Clayton as if she had forgotten all their past love and hate, fully immersed in a new relationship.
After a moment, Clayton led Natalie away.
Grant's face was grim. Clara couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. McCall, we have a meeting with Ms. Robinson soon. You..."
Grant composed himself, his tone indifferent. "I'm fine."
Clara didn't believe him. She felt uncomfortable but also relieved that Natalie was with someone else, someone special. Natalie wouldn't just be playing around.
She just needed to stay by Grant's side. In a couple of years, the title of Mrs. McCall would be hers.
Clayton's apartment in Syeattel was in a prime location.
He took Natalie to see it. The place was nice, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a great view.
It was evening, and the sky had beautiful cirrus clouds lit by the sun.
Natalie leaned against the window, watching. Clayton finished unpacking and came over, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her into his embrace. She noticed he loved holding her like this.
Clayton rested his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck with his stubble.
It was a bit prickly.
Natalie spoke softly, "I'm hungry. Didn't you say you'd take me to dinner?"
Clayton, holding her waist, turned her around and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, starting gently, Natalie responded, but then it became more intense. He lightly pinched her jaw, hinting at something, and Natalie, trembling slightly, parted her lips.
He kissed her deeply, filling her senses with his presence.
They stumbled to the couch, his hand on her waist, gently caressing her. She whimpered like a kitten, calling out, "Clayton!"
He kissed the corner of her mouth, his hand still exploring her body gently. After a while, she lay beneath him, breathing softly, not daring to look at him.
He chuckled lowly.
Their foreheads touched, bodies entwined. It felt really good, maybe there was some friendship and affection mixed in, but Natalie loved this feeling of peace.
Who didn't like being treated well?
Blushing, she pushed him. "Get up and let's eat! I'm hungry."
He propped himself up on either side of her, doing a few push-ups, making her blush even more. He pecked her on the corner of her mouth. "I cook well too. Let's eat at home from now on, okay?"
Natalie protested, quickly saying, "We have to eat out a few times a month! Eating at home all the time, gets boring."
Her voice trailed off, feeling a bit guilty, because she couldn't cook and was picky.
Clayton didn't mind. He was willing to spoil her, pinching her cheek. "We'll eat out once or twice a week, and I won't let you get bored."
His words had a double meaning.
Her face turned red, hugging his neck to stop him from talking.
Clayton patted her butt. "Go change. After dinner, I'll take you home. Tomorrow after work, I'll pick you up and cook for you. I'll make sure you're well-fed, and in two months, you'll be plump."
She retorted, "I don't want to get fat."
Clayton looked at her quietly for a long time, then leaned in to kiss her, his voice hoarse. "You won't get fat! Our Natalie will always be beautiful."
When they left, she even rode on his back to the garage.
Being with Clayton made Natalie very happy.
Around seven, they arrived at a nice restaurant.
As soon as they walked in, Natalie wanted to leave.
At a table by the window, Grant was having dinner and discussing business with a woman. Clara, though seated, looked very restrained. It was clear the woman was quite strict.
Clayton got a table, turned around, and saw Grant. He smiled, wondering if it was fate or just bad luck!
He wrapped his arm around Natalie. "Let's sit."
Grant noticed them too. He raised his head slightly, his faint smile disappearing instantly. Clara looked particularly uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the woman didn't notice.
Natalie felt uneasy but wouldn't turn around and leave, as that would embarrass Clayton.
When the waiter came to take their order, she played with her phone, letting Clayton handle everything, because Clayton knew all her preferences and what she loved to eat.
From about ten feet away, Grant occasionally glanced over while talking business.
The woman noticed and asked softly, "Mr. McCall, do you know them?"
Grant hesitated, then smiled slightly. "I know them but we're not close."
The woman didn't ask further.
After a while, the woman left, and Grant asked Clara to take her to the hotel. Clara stood by the car, looking at Grant, hesitant to speak, but she didn't dare disobey him and got into the car.
Grant stood in the night breeze, lighting a cigarette but putting it out after one puff.
When he went back inside to pay, he saw Natalie heading towards the restroom.
His face turned cold, and he followed her.
Natalie finished in the restroom and came out to wash her hands. When she looked up, she froze.
Grant was leaning there.
His jacket was probably left on the table. He wore a crisp white shirt and black trousers, looking tall and handsome. He played with a lighter, his eyes quietly observing her.
Natalie didn't say anything, turning on the golden faucet.
Grant watched her in the mirror, speaking softly. "Did you sleep with him?"
Natalie's body stiffened.
The restroom was quiet. Only the sound of running water. Natalie looked up at the mirror, also seeing Grant in it. After a long time, she asked softly, "Grant, what answer do you want to hear?"
Grant was about to speak when he noticed a faint mark on Natalie's neck.
A light pink mark.
Any adult would know what it was. His face turned dark and angry. He even took a step forward, meeting her gaze in the mirror. He asked again, "Did you sleep with him?"
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