Chapter 143
KATE
I woke up to Nathan playing with my hair. I groaned reluctantly. Why was he waking me up?
"Kate..."
"I hope you have a good reason for waking me up on a Saturday," I grumbled.
"Yes, we're going for a run."
No way.
"What time is it? You must be going crazy," I retorted, still with my eyes closed.
"It's almost six in the morning."
"I can't believe you woke me up at five on a Saturday."
I looked at his face. He was sitting next to me, wearing a dark blue tracksuit.
"Get up and take a hot shower."
"You're crazy. It's December; it must be freezing outside."
"Come on, baby, it's just a little exercise."
"I go to the gym three times a week. Thanks, Mr. Ryan."
"I know, and I love the results," he said, sliding his hand over my ass.
"I have a better idea. You can go back to bed."
"If you're not planning on sleeping, that's a tempting proposal."
"Forget it. You're not getting me out of here to exercise at this hour."
"What if I agree to your business trip?" He raised an eyebrow.
"You can't do that!"
I buried my face in the pillow, groaning in frustration. "That's blackmail."
"You have ten minutes."
"Seriously? I don't even have running clothes here." I sat up in bed, feeling him get up from the mattress.
"You can wear something of mine."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but there's a huge size difference between us."
He smirked mischievously. I could read his thoughts.
"I know," he said.
"You're such a pervert." I threw a pillow at him, laughing.
"I can ask someone to buy something for you, but it will take a while."
"No, you don't have to. I'll manage. Maybe I have something that fits."
I brushed my teeth and took a quick, hot shower in five minutes, then went to his closet. How did he have so much energy after all that sex? I didn't know if I was lucky or if I should be concerned.
I looked for sweatshirts on the hangers. They were all huge. The smallest one I found was a gray one that would probably pass as a dress. What was I going to do with the oversized pants?
I put on the pants and almost burst out laughing in front of the mirror. I had to fold the waistband several times and secure it with its own elastic; at least the top would cover it, but it was still very long at the bottom. *Very hot Kate.*
Luckily, I had left one of my sneakers at his place. It must have been from the day he challenged me to run to his apartment.
I tied my hair in a ponytail and stared at my reflection in the mirror. There was too much fabric everywhere, but it would protect me from the cold, which I knew was out there. It wasn't attractive at all; I looked like a child wearing adult clothes, and I was too lazy to even think about going for a run.
"Are you ready?" He walked in through the door and looked at my reflection in the mirror. "It doesn't look so bad," he said, smiling.
"One more word and you're a dead man."
"Here." He handed me a black beanie, just like the one he was wearing.
"Do I need it?"
"If you don't want your ears to fall off."
I took it and put it on my head. He came closer and placed his hand on top of my head.
"Maybe you should leave some of your stuff here," he suggested.
I didn't know how to interpret his words. But it seemed that we were moving too fast if I considered it a proposal.
"I already spend enough time here," I said.
He didn't reply.
"Let's go. By the way, I have more plans for today."
"Where do you get all this energy?"
"I am six feet three inches tall and weigh over two hundred twenty pounds. What do you expect?" He chuckled, convinced, making me roll my eyes.
"What plans are these?"
"Consider it a surprise."
My lungs were burning, and my heart was pounding. It had only been a little over ten minutes since we arrived at Central Park. Nathan was slightly ahead on the running track.
I could barely focus on my breathing, watching his ass in front of me, even after all his breathing tips. Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth, he said. It was very cold, but the heat produced by the exercise made it bearable.
I stopped, trying to catch my breath. I bent over, putting my hands on my knees. He noticed my pause and came back to me.
"Are you okay? Are you breathing properly?"
The damn man even looked sexy in that sweatshirt, and the beanie fits perfectly on his face.
"Sorry, Mr. 'I am six feet three inches tall and weigh over two hundred twenty pounds,' I'm not really into this kind of cardio," I said, breathless.
"You'll get used to it."
"Did I sign some kind of dating contract that obligates me to accompany you on these crazy runs?"
"In fact, I was the one who would have to adapt to its initial rhythm. Come on, just ten more minutes."
"Sorry to interrupt you," I said sarcastically, "but in case you forgot, I didn't want to come."
"Stop complaining; you'll thank me later."
"Only if I go crazy," I muttered.
"Did you say something?"
"No, sir."
We were walking back home when a woman running in the opposite direction stopped and shouted his name.
"Nathan! Is that you?" He turned to face her, and I did the same. I could feel how tense he became in the following seconds.
"Scarlett?"
He assumed his serious tone, the one he used as Ryan. I understood everything in the next second.
"Wow... It's been a while since we last saw each other," she said, approaching us.
She was tall, with blond hair tied in a ponytail, and a beautiful face with green eyes. She was wearing earbuds and some kind of thermal outfit that accentuated the curves of her slender body. She must have been another supermodel. It seemed they had a standard. But that standard had nothing to do with me.
I didn't know if she was ignoring my presence or if she genuinely hadn't noticed, but I approached.
"Hello, I'm Katherine... a friend of Ryan."
I offered my hand, and she looked me up and down when she shook it. I hated being so disheveled. But maybe she would notice that the clothes were Nathan's.
"Girlfriend," Nathan corrected me, standing next to me.
"What did you say?" She asked, smiling at him, confused.
"Kate is my girlfriend, but she prefers to say we're friends to protect our privacy."
"Ah, right. Well, congratulations." She looked at me before continuing, "So... It was nice seeing you, Nathan, but I'm running late. Bye!" She smiled at us before walking away, returning to the track.
Great. That ruined the relaxed atmosphere we had.
I kept walking, trying not to think about it.
"What are you thinking?" He asked from behind me.
"Nothing."
I was trying not to think.
"Be honest," he insisted.
I took a deep breath and stopped, turning to face him.
"No problem, Ryan. I've gotten used to bumping into the women you've fucked; it's to be expected since it's probably all of Manhattan."
"Kate..."
"No."
I turned around and started running. Why did it make me feel bad? I shouldn't care. It was the past.
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