NineteenChloe"For goodness sake! Will you lower the sound of that damn thing?!" Nathan bellowed, rushing into the kitchen.I blinked back at him as innocently as I could and cranked up the rusty old blender. I had found it discarded in the store room and because I was bored out of my mind anyway, I tinkered around with it. What the hell was a girl supposed to do anyway? Getting condemned to a marriage with the most annoying man on the planet was too much of a curse. And it made it even worse that he was good-looking. Especially when he was furious. Nathan stood at the kitchen door, his bare chest gleaming in the light, heaving as he gnashed his teeth in fury. Oh, I wanted him to be mad. He drove me mad anyways. This was me simply giving him a taste of his dashed medicine. "Chloe, turn that shit off right now!".Oh, if he thought that tone was going to work with me, he was much more foolish than I had thought. I placed my finger on the dial and twisted it to the highest number. T
TwentyNathanWhy in the world was my mom here so early? I watched her walk into the living room and took a deep breath. Last I checked, I and Chloe were supposed to be on a damn honeymoon. I had hoped the intrusions would come in like two fucking months. And she just had to come when I was in a shitty mood? Fan-fucking-tastic!"Hi, Mrs. Benjamin-" I heard Chloe mumble and couldn't have turned around fast enough. Was it just me or did the vixen sound... Terrified? A grin wormed its way to my face. I closed the door behind me and folded my arms, eager to watch how things would play out. Chloe was clearly uncomfortable. She had a hand pulling down the pink night robe she wore. At this point, I could swear that all the clothes she had were flimsy and small and there was no way it was all a coincidence. She knew the feelings she drew out of me and she was determined to wield that power. Nothing else could explain why the pink fluffy material ended right below her ass. It had been all
Twenty-OneChloeI had nothing to wear.I stared at my wardrobe, a sinking feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach and with each passing second, I felt like throwing up. It was five in the evening and I couldn't have morning sickness. My fingers were clasped together, wringing against each other as I eyed my wedding dress. I didn't own many dresses. My parents had felt they were too revealing while growing up. My outfit consisted mainly of pants and shirts and all the boring stuff. The few dresses I had were at home as mom was the one who handled the packing of my suitcase. The only dress I had that was worthy to wear to a dinner with the Benjamins was my wedding gown. And if that wasn't shameful, I didn't know what was. "Chloe! We have to leave in fifteen minutes. Please tell me you'll be done by then!" Nathan yelled on the other side of the door, his fists rapping sharply against the wood. "Sure!" I yelled back in return, resisting the urge to cry. My reflection in the mirro
Twenty-TwoNathan'... I could never be happy... Not with you...'Her words rang loud in my head and even though they shouldn't hurt, they twisted in my gut like a knife. I glanced at Chloe beside me. How could she say such words to me and still laugh so brightly at my father's words? How could she give me hell while looking every bit like an angel descended from above? She looked beautiful. Dressed in an elegant blue dress. The makeup artist had chosen colors that made her icy blue eyes pop out alluringly. They didn't look icy like they had in the parking lot. They looked at Dad with vivid interest as the man told stories of his days as a sailor. I had heard that story a gazillion times and every time, it gets exaggerated. Yet she seemed to believe every word that dropped from the old man's mouth. Her lips were coated pink. They parted to let out a hearty laugh when dad said something that I couldn't figure out because I wasn't listening. How could I? All I could hear were her wor
Twenty-ThreeNathan"Chloe!" I yelled, jumping to my feet immediately. But she was gone from my sight. "Fuck!" She wasn't supposed to hear that. How had I not noticed she was around? She had been with my parents, talking... I had thought she was! How the hell was I supposed to fix things between us after this? I literally just called her a whore! "You're screwed big time," Noah's calm voice reached my ears and irritation swamped through me. "Shut the hell up!" I spat, tossing the bottle of cognac to the ground. "This is all your fucking fault!" Noah gave me a look of disbelief and laughed, rising to his feet. "Are you fucking listening to yourself? It's my fault you called your wife a whore?""Yes!" I bellowed, "If you had just minded your damn business instead of sticking your fucking face in mine, this wouldn't have happened!" "And if you hadn't fucked her, she would be mine!" Noah retorted with so much force, all I could do was stare at him helplessly. "She was my betrothed-"
Twenty-FourChloe"Chloe?" Nathan's whispers pulled me out of the depths of sleep. "Are you awake?" I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to smile at him, yawning lazily. I wanted to see him. His body heat called out to me and I desperately wanted to bask in it. However, flashes of the night before slipped into my mind and I felt even more pathetic.He had called me a whore. To his brother no less! How the hell was I supposed to face his brother? Heck, I was sure Noah was convinced I was too. I had slept with his brother and married him instead. The one time I decided to do something spontaneous, I got tagged as a hoe and got married to an asshole. Very fucking poetic. I decided to ignore Nathan then. I didn't want to see him. I just needed to get a fucking job first, and then I'll pay back every single penny. Every fucking bit I owed him. No one, not even him in all his gorgeous glory, could walk over me like that. I heard movement and clamped my eyes tighter, trying to stamp the ur
Twenty-FiveChloeFor a brief moment, we stared at each other, breathing heavily. He knelt on my bed while I stood beside it, our eyes holding as we panted. Tears rolled down my cheeks and that seemed to spur him on. He moved forward and I shook my head, hurriedly wiping my tears. That didn't stop him, however. He slid off the bed and stood before me. "Maybe... Maybe you're right." He muttered, staring intensely at me. "But Chloe," I watched his eyes darken to my favorite shade. The shade warmed up my body and lit it up. "No," I whispered. "No one would want you as much as I do, Chloe," He whispered, slipping his hand around my waist. "No one could desire you as much as I do Chloe. No one could be crazy about you, the way I am." And somehow, deep down in my heart, I believed him. It was foolish, it was so fucking absurd, I ought to know he just wanted sex but, how could I resist him at all. I wanted all that he could give me. All that he would give me! His hand on my waist broug
Twenty SixNathan "Chloe get your ass back here!" I yelled as I tried to shut off the beeping oven. "No way," she giggled from the living room."Ah come on! You caused this!" I yelled, trying to trace where the oven had been plugged in. The darned device kept ringing so loud, I was sure it would trigger the fire alarm quite soon."What do you mean I caused this? You're the one who wanted to bake plastic!" She showed up at the kitchen door now, grinning widely. Her eyes stared at me, all sultry and seductive. How the hell was a man supposed to defend himself from that? All I could think about was fucking her. And you'd think I'd have gotten over it by now, considering we've been at it for days. "You distracted me!" I snapped. And yes she did. We were baking cookies. It was all her idea. No way in hell would I suggest baking cookies. Heck, I hadn't even agreed at first. But Chloe, fuck, she'd ridden my cock like a fucking harridan afterward, it was hard to say no. And then it got ha