I Think I Like You

**Nate's POV**
After countless minutes of locking lips with my wife, my wife who just gave me permission to bed her, I forced myself to release her and rejoin the party. The night was still young, and I knew that Sasha would be looking for us.
I took her hand, which was still shaking, but I wasn't sure if that was the effects of my kiss or the cocaine. I'd like the think the former, but I wasn't sure how illicit drugs worked. I didn't live nearly a troubled enough life to lead me down that path, which was why I was beyond thankful for Allie saving me from making that mistake. I didn't know what the hell I was thinking by agreeing to try it.
I guess I just wanted to make her happy, which was proof enough that I was losing my damn mind. I had always been strong and independent, but something about my wife threatened that side of me. I wanted to surrender to her, to show her that I would never hurt her like the man she screamed about in her nightmares.
Regardless of what she'd said tonight, I still had no intention of holding her to it. If her aversion came from sexual abuse, it wasn't as simple as deciding to suddenly have sex to conceive. Something was broken, and it needed to be fixed. That shit couldn't be rushed.
Until then, I would do my best to support her. I couldn't claim love or anything, but I had grown to care for the woman enough to want to tear whoever hurt her a-fucking-part. This coming from a man who'd never been violent or aggressive a day in his life.
What had I signed up for?
We returned to the private lounge where she went for her purse, removing a tube of lipstick and compact mirror to touch up what I had undoubtedly rubbed off while my tongue was in her mouth. She had already cleared me, having thoroughly searched my lips for the transferred stain, so I immediately approached the bar, groaning when I saw platinum blonde hair facing me. This damn woman.
"Another cosmo please. And whatever cognac you have, no ice." I leaned against the bar-top, offering the man behind the counter a kind smile which he returned before he began his work on our order.
"Hey there. You've been gone awhile." Chrissy pouted, nudging my arm with hers. I didn't bother hiding my eye roll and turned to her with a flat expression.
"Yea. I was enjoying my wife." I stated blandly, raising a brow. But she scoffed, her obnoxious giggle making my ears want to implode on themselves.
"Sure, honey. Everybody knows Allie doesn't do the whole 'man' thing. You don't need to lie to me." She pressed her palm to the crest of her very fake tits. "All I'm saying is that if you want to play, I'm available. You're far too yummy to be left high and dry, baby boy." Ignoring her disgusting offer, I focused on her initial statement. Everybody knows?
"Does everybody know why Allie doesn't like men?" I asked, trying my best to appear nonchalant, but her devious smile told me I'd failed.
"She hasn't told you, has she? Poor thing. Took you off the market, refused to touch you, and didn't even give you a reason." I clenched my teeth in frustration, my fists curling on the marble.
"She hasn't refused to touch me." I snarled and she laughed, holding her hands up in defense.
"Calm down there, puppy dog. All I know is that she had a fling with one of her dad's business partners before she was legal. Guess he left her ass and broke her heart in the process. She hasn't taken a man since." The hell?
No. It wasn't adding up. *Don't touch me. Please, make him stop.*
Something in this story was very wrong, but I knew I needed to wait for her to tell me the rest. The least I could do was respect her privacy. I took the freshly poured drinks, nodding absentmindedly to Chrissy before returning to my wife.
"What did she want?" She asked, her eyes flickering behind me in an untrusting way anyone would expect after meeting the Barbie look-alike. I shrugged, taking my seat beside her this time.
"Something I have no desire to give her."
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We drank until the wee hours of the night, politely declining any form of drug people threw our way. Yet, despite being the odd ones out in that respect, we had a blast. Around 2:00, I called for Wells to pick us up. Felt bad for the old bloke, but Allie assured me that he was more than used to the late night runs.
This time, there were no cameras waiting for us, which I appreciated since I probably looked like absolute rubbish at the time. I had run my hand through my hair a million and a half times throughout the night, and that didn't even include the slight tugging Allie did during our time in the smoking room.
Allie also looked a little worse for wear, her hair slightly tangled and her cheeks flush from drinking eight full cosmos throughout the night. I suggested she get something to eat, but she refused, claiming Alex would be disappointed. Assuming Alex was her arsehole of a trainer, I let it go before I could let my real feelings loose. I wasn't nearly as drunk as she was, but I also likely weighed a great deal more than she did. I had three glasses of cognac, but that was spread over four hours, so I was fine to walk. I used my energy and stability supporting her. She kept tripping in her heels, so I asked her to remove them and just carried her the rest of the way to the car, making sure she was buckled up for the short drive to our flat.
Once done, I could see Wells smiling at me in the rearview. I could tell he cared about her quite a bit, and I was glad she had him. From the sounds of it, he was more of a father than her biological one ever was. Damn bastard. I was not looking forward to facing that piece of work. According to Wells, he was quite the man. Cunning, cruel, and basically everything that made up an evil Disney villain. Her mum must've been responsible for her not being complete trash like him.
After a few blocks, we arrived, but when I glanced back at my Allie, she was sound asleep. I smiled, her beautiful face looking as peaceful as it did when we awoke in each others arms that morning.
"Think I could get her to stay asleep?" I asked Wells. He chuckled.
"Unlikely, sir. She prefers to remove her makeup and change before bed. Also, a glass of water and asprin may help her feel a bit more spry come morning."
"Thank you, Wells."
"No problem, sir. Have a good night."
I slipped from the seat, crossing to her side so I could lift her out of the car. She was light, which only made my bitterness for her dick of a trainer grow. At least while she was pregnant, she could gain weight without any complaint.
Pregnant. Ha, when she's pregnant. With my child.
"Nate…" She grumbled as I stepped into our private elevator. I somehow managed to turn the key and press the button with her in my arms.
"Yes, love? We're almost home."
"Home?" She peeked through her lids, her bloodshot but still fantastically gorgeous eyes meeting mine.
"Mhmm." I stepped into our foyer, turning in the direction of her bedroom. "Here." I said, setting her down on the tile, but she immediately swayed. I caught her before she could fall, but it just made her laugh, a loud joyous laugh that warmed me and made me chuckle along. "What is it?" I asked between hers and my fits. She stopped laughing to smile at me, moving herself to lie prone on the floor.
"I think I like you, Nathan Anthony." She slurred, bringing her hand up to caress my face. I pulled in my bottom lip, chewing it nervously. Did she mean that, or was this just drunk Allie speaking? Then again, most say alcohol merely lowers your filter. So maybe she really did like me.
"I think you should get off the floor." I responded with a soft smile, running my fingers over her face, removing the stray blonde curls that covered it. But her smile faded, her lower lip beginning to tremble as she looked at me. "What's wrong?" What had I done?
"You don't like me?" Oh. I let out a short and breathy laugh.
"Of course I like you, Allie. You're my wife. I like you very much." Then, as if flicking another hidden switch, she began giggling, clasping onto my forearm for dear life, then proceeding to hide behind it. "What is it, now, love?" I laughed. She peeked up at me, her crystal blue eyes making my heart work double.
"I heard you. Naughty boy." I cocked my head.
"What? What do you mean?"
"In the shower. You said my name." Jesus. My brows shot up and I let out a nervous laugh, lifting my free hand to run through my hair.
"You weren't supposed to be peeping." I scolded playfully, but she buried her face again.
"You saw me. 'Sides, I'll hear more when we… When we…" She giggled again, struggling to get the words out. "Fuck." She whispered against my skin, making it erupt in goosebumps. That wasn't the only bodily response caused by her talking about us having sex, but I knew I needed to curb it fast.
So I stood to my feet, pulling her along with me. She was even clumsier on her feet than she had been getting up here, so I knew I'd need to help her with it all. I carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the floor propped up against the vanity. Finding a bottle that claimed to be makeup remover and a few cotton pads, I got to work, removing every trace of makeup from her stunning face. It felt like I was unwrapping a present, but that present was Alexandra Templeton-Anthony. My wife.
Once I was done, I removed her diamond earrings and bracelet, setting them on the counter since I didn't know where they were stored. Next was pajamas. But what the hell did she wear to bed?
Right, she had a silk nightie on last night.
"Stay here." I ordered, and she nodded, her large doey eyes watching me with the most admiration I'd ever seen from her. I could get used to that. It sure beat the scowling I'd received when we first met.
I searched through her drawers until I found a light blue gown, the same exact color as her other-worldly eyes. But by the time I returned, she wasn't where I left her.
"Allie?" I called, but that's when I heard her in the toilet closet. Poor girl was expelling everything in her little stomach. I rushed to help her, pulling back her dampened hair and rubbing circles onto her back until she finished. A warm wash cloth and tooth brushing later and she was good as new. A little embarrassed, but I didn't care. It was a little puke. Hell, she was about to be pregnant. If vomit scared me off, I would be fucked.
"Do you think you could get dressed?" I asked, pushing her wild locks behind her ear. She shook her head, casting her eyes down. "Hey." I lifted her chin. "Don't be shy. Do you need my help?" She nodded, much to my dismay. Not because I hated the idea of helping her change, but because I'd only seen a small portion of her naked body. Any more and I'd have one hell of a time sleeping tonight.
But she needed help.
So I unzipped her dress. She wasted no time at all kicking it off, leaving her in nothing more than the silky panties I'd caught a glimpse of earlier and a red strapless bra that barely seemed to be supporting her ample breasts. "Can you unclasp it?" She asked, her blush travelling fast. I nodded, using one hand to undo the hooks in the back. With that, her bra came tumbling to the floor, and my breath came tumbling from my lungs.
Bloody hell.
I struggled to keep my eyes on her face as I handed over her gown, but when she stretched her arms up, signaling me to put it on for her, I nearly came in my trousers. I wanted to touch her. No, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to lick every inch of her beautiful body. I wanted to claim her fully.
I swallowed thickly, draping the material over her body while trying not to make direct contact with her skin. The last thing I needed was to take advantage while she was like this. So burying my desires as deep as they could possibly go, I retrieved her water and asprin and tucked her into bed with a kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight, Allie." I ran my thumb over her pink cheek, offering a simple smile, but when I turned to leave, she caught my arm.
"Sleep with me?" She asked, her voice pleading as much as her rounded blue eyes. I glanced down at my clothes, still dressed from the party. "Just take them off." She wanted me to sleep in my boxers? In her bed? I wanted to say no. I knew I should say no. But how the hell could I refuse her when she looked at me so desperately? So I crossed to my side, stripping down to my skivvies before climbing in bed.
But this time, I didn't pull her in in my sleep. This time, she found her way to my embrace before I ever closed my eyes.
"Goodnight, Nate. I'm glad you're here."