Chapter 104
NATHAN
I try to concentrate my anger into a clenched fist.
"Collins?" I say. The guy next to her turns to me first.
"Ryan?" She widens her eyes and waves to the two people behind me. I stare at her, letting her know that I want an explanation. "Michael, this is Nathan Ryan, my boss. Mr. Ryan, Michael Grey, an old friend." Grey? That name... The Grey from the party? The college buddy.
I nod, ignoring his presence and any potential handshake.
"Collins, I know it's not work hours, but I need to talk to you for a minute."
"Oh, sure. Excuse me, Michael," she walks ahead of me.
Once out of everyone's sight, I grab her hand, pulling her into a dark corner, pressing her against the wall.
"Hi..." She looks at me, trying to decipher if I'm about to strangle her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Trying to have some fun. Or do you think only you can?"
"With your ex-boyfriend?"
"Friend."
"Why are you here with him?"
"Damn it. Could you not freak out? I came with Lisa and Matt, I didn't know he would be here."
"Really?"
"You know Lisa hates you, and... Ah, screw it! If you don't want to believe me, it's your problem." She tries to leave, but I don't let her.
"You didn't tell me you were going out."
"It was a last-minute thing."
"Seriously? Is that how things work your way?"
"Damn it, Nathan! I told him I'm with you... not with you exactly, but with someone." The idea calms me down a bit.
"You told him?"
"Yes, I didn't want to give him false hope."
"Great... at least I won't have to punch another asshole."
"Happy? Now tell me, how did you know I would be here?"
"Coincidence."
"Bullshit coincidence! How?"
"I tracked your cell phone."
"Shit!"
"If you had told me..."
"Shut up! You're a fucking psycho maniac!" Is she drunk?
"How much have you been drinking?"
"You shouldn't be here." She shakes her head and takes a deep breath.
"I just... you should have told me."
"What did you think? That I was going to sleep with someone? You need therapy."
"I like when you tell me the truth. I was worried."
"And I like to irritate you. But why would you be worried?"
"You become reckless when you drink. And your friend is even worse."
"How do you think I survived before I met you?" She crosses her arms over her chest, drawing my attention to them.
"I don't know. It must have been a miracle."
"I think you care more about guys who might try to sleep with me than you actually care about me."
"That's not true."
"Shouldn't you be with your friends having fun?"
"I can't have fun without you. You drive me crazy even when you're away."
"Nathan..." I love it when she says my name like that. She slides her hand up my neck to my chin. "We need to talk."
"We can talk at my place." I kiss her fingers.
"Your friends won't like that."
"They'll understand."
"They'll hate me." She smiles. So beautiful. How does she manage to both irritate me and calm me down so easily?
"Stephan loves you. Ben thinks you're amazing for taming my dick. Asshole Niels is trying to find a way to get into your pants..."
"Niels is here?"
"Yeah."
"He can't see us."
"Don't worry."
"Of course, I'm worried."
"Shhh..." I pull her closer. She looks gorgeous, with light, almost natural makeup and a mischievous smile due to the alcohol. "I liked that you said you're with someone. I wish everyone knew it's me."
"You know we can't."
"Because you want it that way. But it's fine."
"Since when do you care about that? I thought you liked it, so all women think you're available."
"No woman interests me besides you. I can't get you out of my head."
"Oh yeah?" she asks in a whisper. Her hands slide down to my waist, slipping under my shirt, touching my stomach. I'm forced to hold her hands when they venture into my pants. Damn it.
"When you're not around, I imagine what I'm going to do to you. And when you're close, and I can't touch you, I go crazy. I'd fuck you right now if I could, so don't tempt me."
"And what if I begged you to do it?" she teases with challenging green eyes, incredibly sexy.
"Kate..." She smiles, biting her lip.
"Take me somewhere."
"Where?"
"Somewhere you can make me come." I nod.
We arrived at The Elliot hotel, where I brought her on our first night. My house is a bit far, and due to her teasing in the car, it was the closest place that came to mind.
"I can't believe you brought me here again," she smiles as we ride the elevator from the parking lot to my suite. She leans against one of the elevator walls and looks at me.
"What are you thinking?" I ask.
"About how we ended up here."
"By car, remember?"
"Haha, how funny. Your sense of humor is so... Ryan."
"The last time we were here, you left crying after I found out you had slept with that asshole Kent. Then you said you liked me, which made perfect sense."
"I was confused. I thought you just wanted to use me and would discard me at any moment." The elevator stops, and I take her hand, leading her into the apartment. "And it's not like I fully trust you now."
"First, you say you want more, you make me go to Dallas after you, and now I think our agreement hasn't changed much. I offered everything, but you wanted it your way."
"First, this isn't an agreement. Second, it has changed a lot, especially because things are going my way."
"Yeah... sure. I'll let you think that."
"Oh, really? I thought it was you who pursued me like a psychopath."
"Do you think I forgot that you denied me earlier? You were a bitch." She steps back, sitting down to take off her shoes.
"You couldn't solve the problem?"
"Oh, I solved it."
"How? Show me."
"You want me to show you?" She bites her lip and nods. "Come." I lead her to the bedroom. "Take off your clothes," I command. She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at me. Then she surrenders, rolling her eyes before starting to remove her dress. "The panties too."
"Yes, sir," she mocks. I go to the balcony window and open the curtains. I turn on the lights and then search for whiskey in the minibar, pouring myself a drink. She clears her throat impatiently.
"Lean against the window."
"Just for today, Kate," she mutters to herself. "I'll let you play, Ryan... but don't forget that I can ask for whatever I want." I take off my shirt.
"Shhhh." I approach, taking a sip of whiskey. "Turn around," I command. She looks to the side, making a face, but reluctantly obeys.
I spread her legs apart and pull her hips back. I can barely think, feeling my cock throbbing. I wrap one arm around her waist, and she lowers her head, sighing, as I press my cock against her ass.
"Should I remind you that you're not allowed to..."
"Shhh." I adjust myself at her entrance and slide forcefully inside her.
"Fuck." She moans. I thrust again and again, harder.
"That's how I solved it..." I whisper in her ear, penetrating deeper, making her moan. Louder and louder. I grab a handful of her hair with one hand, pulling her head back, and thrusting my hips faster and stronger. "Fucking you hard in my thoughts."
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