Chapter 160
NATHAN
She wasn't in bed. I searched the entire apartment, but I couldn't find her. Where could she have gone so early?
I asked James to check if she had left. He confirmed she had gone around five. What did that mean? Did she give up on us?
Yesterday, I couldn't control myself; I let anger take over. But how could I not, given that situation? Why the hell did Niels decide to show up at the event when he knew Kate would be there with me? And then that damn John had the nerve to approach her and insult her, and we were all at the same table, with my damn cousin leering at Kate.
Why did things with her have to be so difficult? Why couldn't I control myself when it came to her? It was already hell not being able to touch her the way I wanted for an entire week, and now this.
Right now, she must be hating me. I acted like a jerk, and I couldn't blame her. I said I wouldn't chase after her anymore, but I was wrong.
KATE
I woke up to a knock on the door. I checked the time on my cell phone; it was a little after seven. I couldn't sleep properly after the nightmare I had last night. A headache and slight nausea hit me, and I felt sick.
I could only doze off a little before getting up at five in the morning. It was Christmas Eve. My father would arrive the next day, and I needed to come home, so I called a taxi.
I was feeling so bad that I was afraid of fainting during the trip to my house. The temperature was practically freezing, and when I got home, I went straight to bed. I was very unwell.
I got up, feeling a little dizzy. Damn it. I dragged myself to the door. Nathan was behind it, wearing a beanie, a coat, a scarf, and gloves, all black.
"I told you to stay, but you did exactly the opposite."
He looked annoyed. What a surprise!
"Are you okay?" His expression changed to one of concern. I must have looked terrible.
"It's seven in the morning. Why are you here?"
I hugged my own body, feeling the breeze invading my apartment. He approached, making me step back before closing the door behind him. Then his hand rested on my forehead.
"Damn it! You have a fever."
His hands cupped my face.
"I'll call a doctor."
"Go away, Nathan; I don't want you here right now."
"You don't have a choice. You shouldn't have left so early; that could have caused this."
"No. It was you; you left me alone. So, I don't need you now."
"Kate…"
"Go away."
My headache worsened, and I felt weak.
"I'm not leaving. Not until you're okay."
I didn't have the strength to argue. He took off his coat and scarf. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater underneath. Passing by me, he left everything on my sofa.
"I don't need a doctor. I've already taken the prescribed medication. You have nothing to do here." I said to his back before he turned around.
"I want to be with you."
"You don't make any sense."
I gave up trying to understand him.
"We'll talk when you get better. Now, go back to bed."
I went back to bed, deciding to just ignore him. He followed me and stood by the door.
"You can go." I turned around, ignoring his presence and pulling the sheets.
I heard his steps and felt the mattress sink with his weight. His arms wrapped around me before I felt the warmth of his body against my back. He didn't say anything. I did the same, too tired to argue. I didn't want to admit that his presence was enough to make me feel better.
When I woke up, it was almost four in the afternoon. Nathan wasn't in bed. I got up feeling much better.
He was in the kitchen. A delicious aroma filled the air.
"What are you doing in my kitchen?"
He turned around. He was barefoot. I pushed away the mischievous thoughts that came to my mind.
"You finally woke up, feeling better?"
"Yes. Tell me, what are you doing?"
He approached, stopping in front of me and placing his hand on my forehead.
"Your fever has gone down. I'm making soup."
Nathan was making soup? In my kitchen?
"You're making soup?"
"That's what I said. It's what you eat when you're sick, right?"
He looked adorable, but I was still angry with him.
"Thanks, but I'm already fine."
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I was angry."
"That won't work."
"What?"
"Both of us, the way everything has been happening."
"First, you need to eat. I'll serve you, and then we'll talk. Can I take a shower while you eat?"
"Here?" I asked.
He blinked in confusion.
"Yes. Where else?"
"Okay."
I ignored the image that appeared in my mind—him naked in my bathroom.
He served the soup before leaving. I sat in the kitchen to eat. It was delicious. When I finished, I served a bowl for him and waited while sitting.
He came out shortly after, with wet hair and wearing only pants. Was he trying to tease me?
"Where's your shirt?" I asked as he approached, giving him a judgmental look.
"I accidentally got part of it wet."
"I don't know if I believe you."
"What? Do you think I'm trying to get naked to seduce you? We both know I can do that fully clothed, Kate."
He crossed his arms over his massive chest.
"But I can't talk to you like this."
He smiled.
"Great, then I have an advantage."
"Here. Eat. Then we'll talk, and you'll leave."
"Be reasonable," he said before sitting down.
"With you? Never."
I left him alone in the kitchen and went back to the bedroom.
I was lying on the bed when he entered through the door minutes later. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself over me, supporting his hands on either side of my head.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know how to deal with this anymore." He whispered, and his mouth covered mine, his tongue sliding over my lips before invading my mouth.
I could feel the urgency. His kiss ignited desire between my legs. He moved his hand between our bodies to part my legs and pressed his hips between them. His cock was hard.
He began to move his hips, rubbing against my sex. After so long, the feeling was the best thing in the world. I moaned into his mouth.
His tongue slid down my neck before his lips closed around the skin, biting. It felt so good. But we still needed to talk. And the way he moved his hips faster and faster told me he wasn't going to stop.
"Nathan, no," I managed to say.
He stopped, panting. His eyes met mine, and he got off me, lying next to me, resting his head on one arm.
"I'm sorry. I can't take it anymore. This whole week has been hell," he said, staring at the ceiling.
"We still need to talk."
"I know."
"You need to decide if you want to be with me or not. If you decide yes, you need to stop this shit. I won't accept you acting like a possessive lunatic every time we meet a man I've been involved with in the past. I've already apologized for what happened with Niels; if you can't get over that, then you should forget about me."
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