Cheesecake

**Nate's POV**
"Oh my God, Nate!"
She pulled the white satin sheet up to cover her exposed breast, her eyes darting to beside her where the vibrator sat. Somehow snapping out of my shock, I managed to turn myself around, throwing my hands over my face. What the literal fuck!
"I'm s-sorry. I tried knocking and I couldn't find you and I was worried something might've happened," I blurted, rushing to defend myself. I must've looked like a total blighter.
I heard her clambering to get herself dressed behind me. Shit, I didn't mean to walk in on her getting off. Why the hell did she do it so quietly, anyway? It was her own damn house, she could moan if she wanted to.
I took a deep breath, trying to settle my excited body. Fuck. Seeing her like that, flush cheeks, the look of bliss still on her flawless face, and that perfect tit. It looked even better than I imagined. How would it feel…? No. I had to stop imagining it!
"Well, I'm fine. What are you doing back so early?" Her voice was quiet, more embarrassed than angry.
"I just had to get a few things from the shop. Um, do you want me to leave again? Or are you, erm, finished?"
"No." She squeaked. "I'm dressed now. You can turn around."
So I did. She was working on tying up her hair. Bloody hell. She didn't even look like the same person. I must've missed it because of the shock, but she didn't have a bit of makeup on. Her face looked rounder, her cheeks taking on a natural blush that made her look loads younger. Instead of heels and a designer dress, she was wearing cotton sweats and a white tank top. She looked… normal.
"What?" She asked with fitted brows, squirming uncomfortably. But before I could speak, she continued. "I don't have to explain myself to you. You came in uninvited, so whatever you saw was your own damn fault."
My eyes widened.
"No. I wasn't-"
"Are you hungry?" What? She stepped past me, taking hasty steps towards the kitchen, and I couldn't help but smile at how short she was without assistance in footwear. She couldn't have been much more than 160 cm, a tiny little thing, really.
I turned to follow, messing my hair out of habit.
"So, are we going to pretend nothing happened, then? Or are you mad at me?" She stopped abruptly, nearly making me run into her.
"I'm not mad. Just… Yea. Forget about it."
"Cool, cool. It's gone, then." I replied smoothly, thankful she wasn't looking at me and my wicked smirk. Like hell would I forget about it. It was physically impossible. But I could pretend, if it made her feel better.
In reality, my mind was still racing with questions. The primary being, why the hell didn't she want to be touched? She was obviously a sexual person. I could understand if she just didn't want me touching her, but judging by her kissing, or lack thereof, she wasn't being touched by anyone else, either. It didn't make a bit of sense.
My questioning was interrupted when we entered the largest kitchen I'd ever seen, in a flat at least. Then again, this was more than a standard flat. Shit, it was twenty times bigger than my mum's old house back in London. How one person lived here alone for so long was absolutely bonkers.
"So, what store did you go to? A clothing one, I hope." She tensed, probably realizing how rude she sounded, but I brushed it off, letting out a chuckle as I slid onto a barstool.
"I got some clothes. I doubt they're what you expect me to wear, though. You know, around you." She opened the fridge, and I saw her reaching for a small plate of what I assumed was the rest of her breakfast, but she stopped herself, picking a small bag of baby carrots instead.
"I don't care what you wear." She lied, her eyes still avoiding mine, before adding, "I'll get you a personal shopper. For events and stuff." Of course. I smiled, reaching into my back pocket for the other thing I picked up on my trip, the thing I'd been dreading giving to her since I bought it.
"Here." I set the small box on the counter, and she froze, her striking eyes widening.
"What's that?"
"Open it." Her eyes finally flickered up to mine, but she looked hesitant. Regardless, she dropped the carrots to the granite, wiping her hands on her shirt before reaching for it. "Wells helped me pick it." I added, partly in defense of my choice, as my eyes zeroed in on her hands. They were shaking a little, but she moved quickly, turning the velvet in her hands before finally flipping the lid, revealing the diamond ring and matching band set inside. Then, she just stopped. Stopped moving, talking, anything.
Did she hate it? Shit, I bet she did. Wells promised it would be enough for her. I mean Christ, I spent a small fortune on the damn thing. But maybe he was wrong. I buried my hand in my hair once again, scratching at the back of my head.
"Nate," She said, barely above a whisper.
"You said you just needed a title. I, um, gave you the title. But you didn't have a ring, so I just thought-"
"Thank you."
I closed my mouth, glancing back at her. Her cheeks were pink again, and she had removed the rings, sliding them onto her finger. They fit perfectly, hugging her porcelain skin as the five carat diamond sparkled in the skylight above us. Beautiful.
"You... you like it, then? It's enough?"
"It's beautiful." She muttered, staring at it in appreciation. "Wells did a great job." She added with a smirk, and I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Cheeky girl.
"Hey, I said he helped. I picked it," I argued with faux offense. She giggled, the sound so melodic and girly that I couldn't believe it came from her. She seemed so damn uptight all the time, but her laugh was lovely.
"Mhmm. And I'm sure that if I hated it, Wells would have picked it." She teased, taking a bite of the miniature carrot between her fingers as she called me out. Okay, so she was sexy and clever. Fucking hell, it would be hard not to hold her.
She held the bag out for me to have one, but I grinned, slipping from the stool and heading to the fridge. "Actually, I think I'll have some cheesecake. It looks rather delightful, and you obviously don't want it, so…" I reached in for the plate, but she gasped, catching my hand before I could get it. She was standing so close to me. I could smell the rich shampoo wafting from her hair and feel her breasts pressing against my abdomen.
"Don't you dare." She threatened, but I dared. I snatched the plate, holding it high above her head and just out of her reach as I crossed back to the island. "Nate!" She protested, tugging at my shirt in a sorry attempt to get to her precious dessert.
"Now, love, no need to be greedy. The taste I got earlier made me crave it." She gasped again, this time in embarrassment, her pink cheeks returning.
"Don't be a pervert, and give me my food! You should know better than to take a woman's dessert, you monster!" But her obvious frustration just made me laugh harder, and the harder I laughed, the more I could see her lips upturn. "Nate, stop laughing at me." She huffed, pouting adorably.
"I'll give it to you. On one condition." I replied, placing a hand on her shoulder. She stopped, her eyes darting to where I touched her, but not saying a word. "If you give me one bite, and put away that damn rabbit food, I'll let you have the rest."
Her eyes narrowed on me, but I could see her resolve slipping.
"It's not rabbit food. It's healthy. And my trainer will be angry if I eat more junk food." I scoffed.
"Why the hell would you tell them? It's none of her business what you eat." Her brow raised, but she took a step back. It took only a second for me to realize that she was retrieving two forks from one of the drawers.
"First off, it is their business. It's literally their job to make sure my body is in shape. Secondly, it's a man. Not a woman." What?
"Your trainer is a man?" I asked, unwrapping the plastic from the plate.
"Yea." She shrugged, handing me my fork, before adding, "One bite."
"So, you let him touch you?" I wasn't about to drop this. I just held tightly to my fork, my brows furrowed as I watched her roll her eyes.
"Obviously. It's not sexual, so it's allowed." Ha, like hell. I didn't know why I cared so much, but something about it bothered me. I mean, I wasn't actually her husband or anything. To the government I was, but I was just hired to pretend. I knew nothing about Allie, and even though Wells volunteered some information, I had no actual reason to be protective of her. Still, I wanted to know more about this trainer.
"Has he been your trainer long?" I asked nonchalantly, taking my scoop from the slice in hopes that she'd let her guard down. It seemed to work, and she pulled the plate back in front of her, digging in.
"A month."
"Oh. Is he… nice to you?" She glanced up at me, scouring my face with a confused and suspicious expression.
"He trains me, Nate. He isn't paid to be nice to me. He isn't mean, if that's what your asking." She huffed, shoveling in another forkful and sighing as it melted against her tongue.
I didn't trust the handsy bastard.
Maybe it was seeing her partly naked and vulnerable that had planted this delusion in my head, but she was mine to protect. And I didn't like that she was letting some guy put his hands on her.
Some guy that wasn't me.
I took my bite, and damn, it was good. But I didn't savor it for too long before walking to the sink to wash my fork. Just when I was about to dismiss myself for a swim, I saw something just outside the window over the basin.
"Allie."
"Hm?"
"Look outside."
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