Chapter 94
KATE
I feel the soft sheet slide as I pull it, and I sit up abruptly, sitting on the bed. Shit, I breathe a sigh of relief, seeing Nathan sitting in the armchair near the window.
I lie back down, trying to remember the recent events. I'm wearing only one of his shirts, and I can smell his soap on me. Did he bathe me? How can I not remember that?
I can see his cold expression clearly, thanks to the light coming in through the window, preventing complete darkness in the room. I think about the right words to say, but in the end, I decide it's best not to say anything.
I wonder where my phone is and what time it is. He remains seated, motionless, with tense shoulders and a clenched jaw. How long is he going to stay like this? I get up and walk towards him. I touch his shoulders and lean in to kiss his neck. He removes my hands before standing up and shaking his head.
"I thought that night in Dallas would serve as a lesson," he says before leaving through the hallway. Is he really going to play the father role again? I'm not in the mood to argue at all. Where are my clothes, anyway?
I go to the bathroom and find my phone on top of his shirt, on the huge sink. There are about five missed calls from Lisa and a message from him from a few hours ago, saying he needs me after probably masturbating in the shower. Shit. The idea that he was here touching himself while thinking about me turns me on.
This is not the best time to think about sex, Kate. Damn it, someone turned me into a nymphomaniac.
I drag myself through the hallway, feeling low on energy. He's sitting on the couch in the living room. There's an almost empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. I assume he didn't drink it all just now.
"Where are my clothes?" He doesn't respond. "What do you... Do I have to explain once again that I didn't ask you to come and rescue me? Like I'm a teenager who ran away from home."
"That's exactly how you're acting. With the irresponsibility of one."
"Fuck you!" I don't want to argue.
"Go on... You're being very mature." I've never wanted to kick him in the balls more. "Have you thought about what would have happened if I hadn't gone there? You could barely stand."
"What do you want, huh? A “Thank You”? A medal?"
"I want you to stop doing this kind of shit."
"You don't get to decide about my life."
"I thought you were smarter than this." I'm not going to stay here arguing to see who has the bigger dick. The truth is, I couldn't care less about the party, the drinks, his pathetic outburst.
I never do this kind of thing; it was just one of the rare times, so I don't need to hear this just because I crossed the line a bit once. Fuck it.
In the bedroom, I take off my shirt, seething with anger. Damn it, I still don't know where my clothes are. I get a mini scare when I see his body near the door. He's staring at me, and it makes me uncomfortable. I avert my gaze, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Where are my clothes?"
"You don't remember, do you? I had to send them for washing since you vomited on them and in the car." I would bury my head in a hole right now if I could. "You also probably don't remember the trouble the jerk was causing when I arrived."
"He wasn't going to do anything. Noah is just an idiot." I pick up my shirt and put it back on. "I was about to kick him in the balls if necessary."
"Did you hear me when I said you could barely stand?"
"He has tried something before, he was just doing what he does, being persistent."
"So, you know him?"
"Can you stop with this?" I head towards the bathroom, but he stops me, pulling me by the fabric of my shirt.
"No. I can't. Because I will never be at ease if you're drunk and vulnerable to being violated."
"Don't be ridiculous. Stop trying to control me for once."
"Don't be insolent, you know you're wrong."
"How many times do we have to argue until you understand that I'm not going to do everything you want?"
"You don't do a single thing I ask."
"What do you want? Are you just some guy I sleep with?"
"What did you say?" His eyebrows furrow and his gaze becomes challenging.
"Don't like the way it sounds?" I smile.
Suddenly, he grabs me and lifts me up, gripping my thighs and throwing me onto the bed. Pinning my body beneath his, I feel his fully erect cock pressing against my belly. He pulls on the hair at the nape of my neck and holds my chin, keeping my head still, demanding all the attention from my eyes.
"The guy who fucks you," he whispers, his lips almost touching mine. "The only guy who fucks you the way you deserve, you provocative little bitch."
NATHAN
I can feel how your body responds to my words, your large attentive green eyes fixed on my mouth, and you bite your lip. She wasn't offended, I wanted to provoke and irritate her, but she loved hearing me say dirty things.
"What should I do with you?" I still want to make her kneel and suck me, but the idea of fucking her from behind has been in my mind for a few days, tormenting me, and driving me crazy imagining another first time with her. "Do you like the idea of me fucking you from behind?" I grind against her.
"That's not happening," she says, almost breathless, with a scared look that makes me smile.
"I thought you were braver."
"It has nothing to do with courage." I breathe on her sternum and kiss her chin. "I don't want to." Her expression shows complete aversion to the idea.
"You'll enjoy it, trust me."
"The answer is no."
"I didn't ask."
"As if you need permission."
"You've been giving me a hard time. Do you know what you did yesterday?"
"Fire me."
"You're too good, I don't have an excuse."
"I didn't hear that, did I?" She smiles, raising an eyebrow. I get off her, lying down next to her.
"You're right, I didn't say that."
"You did say it." She straddles me and pulls my shirt up. "Tell me something..." She runs her hands over my stomach as I move, trying to rub my cock against her. "Do all women always drool over you?"
"Do you want to talk now?" I try to take off her shirt, but she holds onto the hem. I roll my eyes. "Fine. Why are you asking me this, when you just came back from a party?"
"Let's forget about the party. I'm asking because it was funny to see the interns ogling you yesterday."
"They're just girls, Kate."
"What do you mean, just girls?"
"They're too young."
"Does that mean you think I'm a silly little girl?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I'm twenty-one, they must be nineteen or twenty, what's the difference?" The difference is that you're the devil in the form of a woman. You're doing exactly what you're doing now, cornering me, while I could be fucking you. "Ryan?"
"I don't need to explain this to you. Because you know what happened between us, what's happening. You know what I think of you."
"That I'm a bitch, a provocateur... what else?" She laughs. "That I flirt with every man in the world?" She has the most incredible smile I've ever seen.
I sit up, pulling her towards me and pressing her against my body.
I kiss her forcefully, amidst her smile. I'm fucked. I can't go without this anymore, without her. That's why I can't find peace, I'm afraid she'll leave me, that she'll get tired of me, that she'll find someone better for her. Which wouldn't be difficult.
I take off her shirt, kissing between her breasts, burying my face in them, wanting to feel that she's here, that she's mine. I can feel her heart beating so fast and her breathing quickening.
Suddenly, I have an idea. I lift her up in my arms and put her on the floor. "Come."
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