Chapter 87
NATHAN
I turn the corner and slow down as I approach her apartment. Will she send me back home? That's not part of my plans. Either way, she can't be busy with her friend all night long. I bet she's doing it to annoy me. But why did I come so early? It was just a little past eight.
After parking across the street, I notice there's a car in front of the apartment with a man standing next to it. It's likely to be some boyfriend of that meddlesome friend. Kate mentioned she used to go out with a lot of different guys.
Seconds later, I see Kate coming out of the door, descending the stairs, and greeting the man. It can't be. What the hell? It's that damn Kent.
Soon after, they get into the car. I punch the steering wheel, feeling my blood boil in my veins and the air leaving my lungs.
What the hell is going on? She can't do this to me. I take a deep breath and accelerate, barely able to control my anger.
KATE
Ryan's apartment occupied the entire top floor with a rooftop terrace, the most secure in the building, which made it impossible to surprise him. When I left the restaurant, leaving John - who strangely accepted my decision with utmost cordiality - all I could think about was being with Nathan. I felt bad for John at first, but lying to him would have been worse. Then, my bed seemed like a lonely and cold place to spend the rest of the night.
I'm allowed to go up after waiting for just a minute. I enter the private elevator. Living in a penthouse doesn't help his egocentrism problem; he must feel even more like the master of the universe. Sometimes I forget that he has almost infinite wealth.
When the doors open, he's standing a few meters away with an unreadable expression, and I realize how strange it is to have come here alone. But I try to believe that we have something that makes it casual.
I walk towards him, letting my purse drop to the floor. The room is only illuminated by a dim corner lamp and the fireplace in the large living room, which I'm familiar with. Stopping in front of him, I stretch my arms around his neck. I smell alcohol. Then he removes my arms and steps back a bit.
"What do you want?" Was he drunk?
"You've been drinking?"
"What are you doing here? Why did you come?" He seems irritated, but why?
"I thought you'd be happy to see me. Did something happen?"
"What did you intend?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Stop being so cynical."
"What did I do this time? I thought you were done with your little show for today?" I cross my arms over my chest. He's going to stress me out again.
"You still underestimate me."
"Damn it. Coming here was a terrible idea. You're drunk."
"Is your plan to sleep with both of us?"
"What? What the hell are you talking about? Be clear, because I don't understand a damn thing!"
"You know what you're doing."
"How much have you been drinking?"
"I saw you two leaving in his car."
"You were spying on me?"
"I wasn't. But it doesn't matter."
"God! Did you hire someone to follow me?"
"You lied to go out with him." It's impossible to hide anything from him. It's scary.
"Well... yes... but..."
"You admit it?"
"Yes, but not for the reason you're thinking. Besides, it's absurd to think that way. Do you really think I would do that?"
"I just want to understand. What am I supposed to think when you lie to me and I see you going out with the guy you slept with just a few days ago?"
"Okay, it looks terrible, but I have an explanation. I lied to go out with him because I needed to put an end to anything we had, as I still owed him an answer. I knew you wouldn't like the idea if I told you."
"You couldn't have talked to him on the phone?"
"No."
"Damn it. I thought..." His expression softens, but his eyes are still dark. He approaches me, holding my face in his hands.
"Do you always drink when you think I'm sleeping with someone else?" I place my hands over his on my face. "That's not good."
"I had to use all my self-control not to go after you guys and do something crazy. What did you tell him?"
"That I only have time for my work right now." I move his hands to my hips.
"For now?" He furrows his brow.
"Do you want me to say I'm sleeping with my boss?"
"It may be unethical, but when you say that, it gets me damn hard," he whispers in my ear, enough to weaken me.
"Ryan..."
"He didn't protest at all?" I shake my head, rolling my eyes.
"It doesn't matter." He wouldn't like to know that John said he wouldn't give up so easily. But even I was ignoring that.
"If he keeps insisting, I'll..."
"You won't do anything. I'm thirsty."
"Thirsty?" He smiles.
"Thirsty for water, Ryan."
"Fine." He takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen.
I lean against the marble countertop while he opens the fridge and takes out water, ice, and grabs a glass. I observe every muscle on his back through the fabric. Does he have any idea how sexy he is?
Approaching me, he places everything on the countertop. We stare at each other long enough for his lips to capture my attention, so soft and full, making me want to bite and suck on them.
"Weren't you thirsty?"
"I'm waiting for you to serve me." He smiles and moves closer.
"Ice?" he whispers, raising a blonde eyebrow. His eyes seem to grow darker with each passing second.
"Please." My voice sounds terribly like a moan, I swallow hard. He smiles as always, making those damn wonderful dimples appear.
"Of course."
How could he still make me feel this way? After everything? He still has the same effect on me. Handing me the glass, he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the marble. I look deep into his eyes, and it makes my stomach churn.
A few weeks ago, I could never have imagined being here. I wish I didn't think about how certain I am that this will end badly and that I'm clinging to something completely ephemeral and stupid. But fuck it! I want this. I want to throw everything away and live every second of it. Every kiss and every touch.
"What are you thinking about?" He interrupts my thoughts. I shake my head, bringing the glass to my lips, feeling the cold water slide down my throat.
"It's funny..."
"What?"
"To think that I want to sleep with other guys."
"You don't want to, but they do."
"Don't be paranoid. Why do you think every man is interested in me?"
"Not everyone, just my cousin, the asshole John, Niels, and my brother."
"Your brother?" I laugh. Surprised.
"Yes, but you're completely off-limits to him."
"You and your controlling nature." I take another sip of water as he spreads my legs apart and positions himself between them, taking the glass from my hand and placing it on the countertop. I reach for it again.
"I'm not done yet." I tease. His scent makes me lose more reason with every second. I close my eyes as I feel his fingers glide over my skin, pulling down the fabric of my dress. I open my eyes when I feel the fabric leave my breasts bare. God! His lips wrap around a nipple before gripping it between his teeth and then sucking on it. I let out a moan. He takes the glass from my hand, putting it back in the same place. His lips graze mine.
"Don't provoke me." He takes a small ice cube and puts it in his mouth. Sliding the ice along my neck, he slowly moves down between my breasts, passing over one nipple and then the other, making me moan, and sending shivers down my entire body.
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