19

Suzanne lost count of how many clothing items she tried on—dresses, blouses, skirts—excluding the underwear.

During that time, she felt like a human mannequin being changed into different outfits, with no will or say in the matter.

Each piece of clothing had to be approved by him first; she couldn't express her opinion at any moment.

She just wanted to get out of there; her whole body ached. She wanted to go to her bed and rest for a while. When he paid for the purchases, she sighed in relief, as she had been there for several hours.

The word "whore" echoed in her head; that's how she felt, like someone to whom clothes were rewarded after that night. But wasn't she already one? She had accepted money from him.

"The purchases will be sent to my apartment, as you will now be living there," he said as he helped her into the car.

She just nodded.

For a moment, he watched her; she looked so tired, and he cursed himself for being so insensitive to her. She must be exhausted and hungry.

He got into the car and started it.

"Do you like the clothes?" he asked.

"What does it matter?" she replied, disheartened.

"What do you mean, wasn't it to your liking?"

"Yes, of course," she said sarcastically.

The clothes were indeed beautiful, but she was upset about the way he had treated her, like a giant-sized Barbie doll.

"I sensed irony in your voice," Nathan raised an eyebrow.

"Does my opinion even matter?" she snapped coldly.

"Of course. After all, you'll be the one wearing it," he shrugged. "I thought you liked them, since you didn't say anything... but if you don't, you can return them and choose others."

She looked at him astonished, did that man really want to drive her crazy?

She thought he could be tender, sweet, understanding at times, and aggressive, hurtful, and cold at others. Moreover, he could be bossy, annoying, and uncompromising.

«Well, he's double bipolar», she thought.

"There's no need to return anything," she sighed tiredly.

"Are you sure, darling?"

"Yes, the clothes are beautiful, Mr. Strong."

"Okay," he said with a beautiful smile on his lips. "And I've already told you to call me Nathan."

"Mr. Grouchy would suit you better," she thought irritably.

He parked the car in front of a restaurant, glanced at her, and taking advantage of her being distracted looking out the window, he quickly took her waist and sat her on his lap.

"But what...?"

He quickly stroked her cheeks and then kissed her tenderly, not giving her time to protest.

"I'm sorry about this morning, but I hate it when people disobey me," he said softly. "I ask you not to disobey me again, Suzanne."

"I won't," she whispered.

"That's my girl, obedient like last night," he said playfully, and she looked away, embarrassed. Then he laughed heartily and pulled her closer to his chest.

"Nathan," she reproached.

"You shouldn't feel ashamed; this is just the beginning. I want to take you step by step, I'll teach you all the pleasures of sex," he said, while his hand caressed one of her breasts.

Although she was blushing with embarrassment, Suzanne was curious about what he planned to teach her.

A deep moan escaped her due to the erotic caresses he was giving her.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Y-yes," she could barely say, but the hunger she felt was for him; for his kisses and his caresses, because when she was in his arms, she forgot about everything else.

"It's better that we go down, or I might change my mind and fuck you right here," Nathan said with a hoarse voice.

The sun was beginning to set as they resumed their journey.

"Tomorrow will be a long day, I've been absent all afternoon," Nathan said, and she nodded sleepily.

She was a little surprised because she had imagined that he would leave her at her house that night and go to his apartment without her.

The journey was quick, and as soon as they arrived, she went upstairs to take a shower. It wasn't the first time she was there, but she still felt strange showering in his bathroom.

Nathan had stayed downstairs, claiming he needed to sign some papers, but the truth was different: he was so aroused it hurt, but he restrained himself since she was exhausted.

He didn't want to be an animal with her either.

As if life was playing a cruel joke on him, he saw her coming down the stairs wearing one of his shirts and one of his boxers. He clenched his jaw due to the pain shooting through his lower part.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you; I just came down for a glass of water. I hope you don't mind that I borrowed some of your clothes. I'm too tired to unpack the shopping," she said, stifling a yawn.

He couldn't stop staring at her intensely, and she was starting to get too nervous. She had mustered all her strength to come down there in such attire, but apparently, he liked it.

She entered the kitchen with his gaze on her back, took some water, and was about to go upstairs when she remembered something.

"Where will I sleep?"

"In my bed," he replied. "I'll join you later."

A smile appeared on Suzanne's face, and he watched her walk away as she climbed the stairs.

When he entered the room, she was already asleep.

«She looks like a damn angel», he thought.

He had to shower in one of the guest bedrooms' bathrooms and had needed a lot of cold water to get rid of that powerful erection.

He got into bed under the sheets and pulled her towards his muscular body.

"You're cold, Mr. Strong," Suzanne protested sleepily as she felt him.

"Then warm me up," he whispered hoarsely.

She turned around and rested her head on his firm chest.

He hugged her around the waist and kissed her tenderly. She sighed contentedly, thinking that this was the Nathan she wanted by her side.

This was how she had wanted him to hold her the night before, after their bodies became one.

"Will you stay here with me?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes, why wouldn't I?" he replied.

"Because last night you left and left me alone," she tried to ignore the lump in her throat.

"I didn't want you to confuse what's between you and me, Suzanne," he sighed tiredly. "This is about having fun, it's just sex."

"Yes, I know," she said a little melancholy. She didn't know why hearing him say that had saddened her.

She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the silence of the night and the warm heat provided by Nathan Strong's body.