Chapter 32
NATHAN
When I think I’ll be able to relax a little, she disturbs me again. What the fuck was she doing with that asshole? Just thinking that he touched a hair on her head makes me want to punch him in the face. Why would she agree to have lunch with him after we had spent the night together? I wonder if something happened. I need to talk to her. But first I think I'd better take a shower to cool off my head.
I turn on the shower and feel the hot water running through my body. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am losing control. It is consuming me. I am letting myself be carried away by this desire. I planned to bring her here and fuck her until I was satisfied, but from what I see, it's not working. Everything is going down the drain. Every time I possess her, it seems to be better than the previous time, and that just makes me want to possess her again and again. I am hooked on her. At this very moment, even though I have just been with her, I urgently want to be inside her. Feel her skin and her warmth.
If I decided to go through with it, would she agree? It is unlikely. I have lost count of all the times she has said she would not go through with it. She is not the kind of woman who stays with someone just for sex. She didn't even have sex before she met me. I wonder if she has ever been with anyone besides me. This thought is enough to make me angry. I turn off the shower and take a towel.
After I get dressed, I go to her room. I knock, but she doesn't answer. I turn the knob, and to my surprise, it is not locked. I go in, but she is not in the bedroom. I hear the sound of what sounds to me like a hair dryer. Going to the bathroom, I open the door. She is dressed only in white lingerie while drying her hair in front of the mirror. It is a divine image. Noticing my reflection in the mirror, she quickly turns off the hair dryer and puts on her robe.
“What are you doing here? You can't just walk in.” She crosses her arms, waiting for an explanation.
“Nothing I haven't already seen, Collins.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to know what you were doing with that jerk?”
“I have already said, but I will repeat, it is not your business what I do with my life.” She passes me, towards the room. I follow her.
“As long as you’re fucking me, it’s my business.” She laughs.
“It’s just sex. Or rather, it was. That doesn’t mean I have to explain to you what I do with my life.”
“I wouldn't feel very comfortable, knowing that you are having sex with someone else.” She looks surprised by my statement.
“I don't care what is comfortable or not for you. What do you think? That I'm some kind of whore? I'm not the one in the habit of screwing someone different every day.”
“I told you I haven't been with anyone else but you.”
“And I must have said I don’t believe you. You don’t have anything better to do than piss me off, Ryan
“I do. But what I’m imagining has everything to do with you.”
“So, stop imagining.”
“You want me to believe that asshole didn’t try anything?”
“I don't care if you believe it or not. But if I say that I didn't have sex with him, will you leave?”
“I know you didn't have sex with him.”
“You know, how?”
“Because you said you don't do that. I believe in you.” I approach her. “What else were you going to say when you had my face between your legs? When you said it was exactly the perfect place for me.” She laughs.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Besides being amazing... it made me feel in control, once again.” She says with a low, husky voice.
“I would love to make you feel in control again.” I slide my thumb over her lips. She opens them and then bites the bottom one. Fuck. I lean down to run my tongue down her neck, up to her ear. I look for the knot in her robe. “Say you want me.” I whisper in her ear. “And I'll give you whatever you want.” I untie the knot and open it slowly, wanting to see the wonder that lies behind the fabric.
She closes her eyes. It's as if I can see the whole mess in her thoughts. She struggles strongly against it, against us. I try to understand why she struggles so hard against it. And I think I can even understand. She is too good for that. She is intelligent and determined. Even though she has only been working for me for a short time, I can tell she is excellent at performing her job. She has a promising future. She is focused, and as much as we can't get along, I can't complain about her performance. I understand her not wanting to be seen as someone who has sex with her boss. She worked hard to get where she is, and she's certainly not going to risk losing everything for sex. I'm being a jerk to her.
“Do you want me to go away?” She opens her eyes, surprised by my question. I am also surprised by my attitude. But I don't want to make her feel bad. She stares at me for a while.
“Yes.” Her voice is weak, almost a sigh, when she answers.
"Okay.” I don't know exactly what I'm doing. I shouldn't leave, I should tease her as usual until she gives in. But I just turn and walk to the door, turn the knob, and walk out. I feel the same strange feeling in my chest, and I hate it.
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