Forty part 1

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Chapter 40




                    "I'm bored," Nathaniel groaned, yawning loudly. 




  "Pfft" Angelina scrunched her nose playfully, "What do you think we should do now?" Angelina asked, running her hand through his hair. His head rested on her lap as she sat on the couch. 




"Can't we go to the theater now?" he mumbled, raising his brows. 




"No… no" Angelina shook her head in disagreement, "We've concluded that we are going after your meeting" she pointed out with a smirk. 




"Mmm" he hummed, closing his eyes dreamily, "Please don't stop" he sighed happily while Angelina grinned and tugged his hair, making him release an 'ow' sound. 




"You make me remember a joke I read with that statement" She giggled, easing the part where she tugged. 




"Which statement?" he asked, raising his head to look at her. 




"That statement" she blushed, ducking her hair to cover her flaming face. 




"Uhn Uhn" Nathaniel tsked, removing the strain of her hair from her face. "Good like this" he grinned widely, patting her hair. 




"Please don't stop," she said in a small voice. 




"Oh," he wiggled his brows, "Don't tell me my Angel is having a naughty thought" He quirked his brow teasingly, "Bad Angel" he snoozed his nose at the crook of her neck. 




"Oh shut up," she nudged his side, "I never thought of that," She said in a high-pitched voice. 




Nathaniel laughed, teasing her. He loved how her face was flustered and how she was trying to defend herself, "Then what did you think my thought was?" he inquired playfully. 




"Why asking" age shrugged her shoulders, "I can't read your mind that I would know what you are thinking" she whispered, pouting her lips. 




"Ohk!" He laughed, nodding his head and pulling her closer, cuddling with her. "So, the joke?". 




"Now, you want to hear after teasing me?" she huffed at him, turning away from him. 




"I couldn't help myself around you," He said, pulling her back, ghostly tracing wet kisses to her jaw while she inclined her head for more, breathing softly. "You were saying?" he smirked coyly. 




"Uhn Uhn" she was short of words, didn't know what she was talking about again before throwing the pillow at him, huffing. She went to the kitchen with her arms folded. 




"Sorry" mischief could be heard in his voice, walking to where she stood with a glass of water. He hugged her from behind, his arms wrapped around her small frame, her height stopped at his chest. 




"Tell me, I'm hearing" He turned her to face him, raising her head to stare at her eyes. 




She parted her lips, gulping softly before wetting her lips and Nathaniel bent his head, locking his lips with her as he carried her on the counter. 




She circled her arms around his neck as her legs were snaked around his torso. She ran her hand through his messy hair, untangled his hair while he groaned deeply. Nathaniel bit her lips gently, drawing small blood and bruising it before easing the sting pain with his mouth. He moved his mouth from her, kissing the corner of her mouth before following the path to her neck, stopping there as he bit it softly and kissing it to leave a hickey. 




Angelina's hand came to his chest, caressing the hard abs with the tip of her fingers. Her hand stopped at his waistline before her stomach rumbled for a refill. 




It was hot. 




Her lips were bruised and got a little swollen as her face was flamed with red. He groaned softly, couldn't help himself, and kissed her again. 




"What should we feed you?" he asked, drumming his fingers on her side, making her conscious of what recently happened. 




"I. I" She squeaked, quickly covering her mouth. 




He smiled softly at her, patting her head, "What do you want my Queen?" he asked again. 




"I've been craving for doughnuts" She mumbled out, dangling her legs together. 




"Okay, love. Lemme get all the ingredients" he stated, taking the apron from the stand, putting it on, and bringing out the ingredients and equipment to use. 




Angelina stared at his hard arms, his triceps and biceps how they were flexing. The apron looked good on, guys on an apron were always romantic, she giggled. 




Nathaniel with glasses was nerdy gorgeous. 




Nathaniel in suits was ruthlessly Adonis. 




Nathaniel in casual dress was handsomely beautiful and she had seen them all. 




"What causes the giggling,," he asked, kneading the mixed soft dough. 




"Nothing" she stuttered, immediately clearing her throat, pointing to the side of his face, "You've flour there" she smiled. 




"Okay, but you never tell me about the joke". 




"Can't you just forget about it" Angelina muttered, rolling her eyes.




"I can't, you've made my interest pique and it has been long, I've heard a joke". 




"Well… I don't know if you'll find it funny like I was," she smiled. 




"I'll find it funny, as much as the joke comes out of your mouth" he grinned. 




"A girl hit her adolescent age and her mother called her and told her that, if a man touches your pants say, 'don't' and if he touches your bra say, 'stop'. After some months, the girl was pregnant and the mother interrogated her then she responded that the man was touching both at the same time and I said" she paused, 'don't stop'" Angelina said in her over girly voice. 




Nathaniel had stopped what he was doing and everything was silent as Angelina fiddled with her fingers, biting her lips, and anticipated his voice before she heard a beautiful mesmerizing voice of his laughter. 




Oh my God, she stared at him with newfound feelings, she never heard of his laughter. He only smiles, smirks, grins but a peal of full-blown laughter was way out of the league. 




His body shook with laughter as the vibration sent pleasurable sparks over her body and her stomach tingles with desire. 




Nathaniel's mouth stretched widely with his pearl of white teeth showing, a dimple appeared at his left cheek which she hadn't seen before. His face looked alive and much younger. 




"So hilarious," he said in between his guffaw, "don't stop," he said in a high-pitched voice before booming out in laughter again. 




"Don't laugh" she mumbled, feeling shy suddenly, "That said exactly what her mother told her". 




"I know" he responded, "But it's funny". 




Nathaniel smiled at her after recovering from his fit of laughter then stalked toward her in a hooded gaze, stopping in between her parted legs. He touched her cheeks adoringly, staring at her eyes, he had grown so much to love before eloping her mouth in his again.




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After they were through or Nathaniel was done with baking the doughnut while Angelina watched throughout, dangling her legs then tasting and commenting the finishing all in the kitchen. 




Nathaniel dropped Angelina at aunty Sally's place before going back home to work on some work before setting out for the meeting at noon. 




The shop was busy and crowded with customers as Hayden waved his hand at her. 




"Don't just stand there like a lost puppy girl" Aunty Sally chimed from the kitchen with a flour-stained apron, "Come give a hand here" she smiled, "We are short of staff". 




"Okay" Angelina nodded at her, walking to Hayden who was grinning cheekily. His was unkempt and his apron was messy with stains. 




"Come here," he said, "before mom comes and shouts on my lazy ass," he laughed, taking Angelina's clutch bag from her and giving her the Cafe uniform. 




Angelina quickly put on the polo on her dress and packed her hair up in a ponytail, leaving some strain. 




"do you know how to make coffee?" Hayden asked, nodding his head at what his mom was saying. 




"Who doesn't know how to make a coffee?" she rolled her eyes, softly hitting him on his shoulder. 




"Okay, good" he sighed, "You'll be in charge of the coffeemaker and I'll help mom in the kitchen," he said, wiping his hands on his apron. 




"Remember SpongeBob," he raised his brow, "You are Squidward, and I'm the SpongeBob making the food" he saluted, grinning as he entered the kitchen. 




Angelina smiled, taking orders from the customers before passing the orders to Hayden who was eagerly happy to have lent hands. 




She walked around the table to take orders from the new customer when he saw Eric with a newspaper, reading. 




"Oh we meet again" Eric folded the newspaper and placed it on the table before turning his attention to Angelina. 




"Yeah" she smiled. 




"After three meets, it's not more coincidence but fate," he said, looking around the room. 







"What are you doing here?" he asked. 




"I came to see Aunty Sally, she's a family friend but today got busier" she shrugged her shoulders, wanting him to fill the remaining statements. 




"Okay" he nodded in understanding, "I don't see the man with you" he looked around again. 




"Which man?" Angelina raised her head. 




"I'm married" she answered herself, "did you think he's my brother or father?" he asked rhetorically, rolling her eyes. 




"Oh, I thought he was your boyfriend," he responded. 




"Boyfriend?" she laughed sarcastically, "I'm happily married to my guy" she giggled, her face coated pink. 




"Oh". 




"Angelina" Aunty Sally called her, "busy chatting with a customer" Aunty Sally scowled at Eric. 




"I'm sorry, lemme quickly bring your order" Angelina ran to the counter but stopped when Erica said he would also help.