Chapter Seven
Nathan
I could tell my face was a bowl of a frown as I tried severally to get rid of the blue ink that had spilled all over my face. I used all the energy I could muster but the unwillingness of the ink that spilled all over my face got me even more upset.
My breathing had begun to be more on the high side but I managed to continue rubbing it and my wrist began to hurt me yet my effort was futile.
“Gianna!” I yelled angrily, placing a tap on the table with my fingers continuously. “Gianna!” I yelled again.
I felt like she was responsible for what had happened. It seemed like she had caused nothing. I could not tell why I passed my aggression at calling her name but the next minute, she rushed in, a frightened expression on her face.
I stretched my hands and wanted to utter a word as I saw her slip on the floor and was about to fall but was quick to have a grip of herself. I ran my hands through my hair pretending I had not seen whatever had happened. I was assured within me that there was still an iota of care within me. …. Well for anyone but Chloe.
I felt so bad for making the poor girl want to lose her legs. She stopped running at my doorpost and walked towards me like she was walking on eggshells, her heels clanking loudly on the floor, piercing my hearing and getting me even more upset than I was initially.
I however managed to stay calm as I did not want to give too much trouble to myself.
“I am here sir” She reminded me. I expected a smile or at least a giggle from her considering the poor state that I was in but she kept her face the same, bearing no emotions. Her face seemed like it had been drained of color but that was not my business anyway. She was free to bear whatever expression she wanted. It was not my business.
“Get me a dye remover. I need to cleanse this stain” I explained to her, making my voice as hoarse as I could. I was so exhausted as it seemed like I had used all my energy to try to save myself from the mess I had gotten into.
“Yes sir” She bowed and walked out. My eyes followed each step she took as I wondered what women usually enjoyed placing themselves through so much stress. The skirt she wore hugged her figure tightly and so did her upper garment. Did she not feel uncomfortable? I could never imagine myself getting dressed in such a fitted dress.
She however walked back in a few minutes later and handed the stain remover again with a dye.“Thank you” I collected it from her, at least trying to appreciate her for almost getting injured for my sake. Well, I knew it was her duty to do that but I had to try my best to appreciate her even though she was getting paid.
I had already lost the zeal to work at the office. I sighed as I slowly wiped off the mess I had gotten all over me although a part of it was still visible on my shirt. I sighed again and I shook my head. The short had cost me so much but it did not matter. I could get another.
“I can wipe it off for you or even do it better, sir,” Gianna suggested, this time, with a smile on her face. I wondered why she was smiling so widely. Despite being in heels, she would not measure up to me if she tried to clean them. Why then was she offering to help?
“I could make use of the table if you feel I would not be tall enough” She suggested, bowing shyly.
Think? I let out a smirk but tried to quickly hide it as I did not want her to feel like I was mocking her. “Thanks but no thanks."
The quick transformation of a frown to my face got me so surprised. I hurriedly packed my bags, preparing to head out of the office.
“Are you leaving now, sir?” She questioned, widening her eyes like my action was something new.“Yea and?” I raised my brows.
“You still have some ink on you, sir!” She blurted out. I paused for a millisecond as I tried to think it through. She sounded so worried.
“Thanks, I am aware” I answered immediately and headed out of my office. She tried every way possible to get the bag out of my hands but I refused to let it go.
For reasons I couldn't figure out, she began to irritate me immediately. I walked out of the office and headed to my car, trying so hard to not look at anyone's face. A gazillion thoughts tanked through my mind as I turned on my car and drove home. I tried as much as possible to not satisfy my quest to speed up but I failed. Less than I had imagined, I arrived home.
As soon as I opened the door, she was all I saw. Chloe. I rolled my eyes as I tried to avoid staring at her and headed my way but she walked towards me as she stared at my outfit with joy.
Crazy witch.
“Your shirt is stained” She grinned.
“I am aware” I yanked my hands off my shirt and headed to my room to get out of the filth and have a refreshing bath. I picked up my laptop and headed to the living room but there she was, looking like an angel as she walked around, humming a song. The savory scent of whatever she was cooking filled my nostrils.
I imagined how it would feel like to grab her beautiful body in my arms, to spin her, and then place kisses on her lips. But No, I would never do that. Not until the paternity of her child is confirmed.
Chapter 8Chloe Nathan's house was quite nice. I had to give it to him, he had a rather wonderful house. Not that I would ever admit it to his face. Despite looking quite modest on the outside, the building was wide and spacious. It also had a backyard pool that I very much plan to use for my leisure. Living with my parents meant I had little to no time for fun. There were rules I had to follow, and regulations to live by, and honestly, mom and dad were the worst sort of hypocrites I had ever met. A sigh escaped me as memories of the past plagued me and I shook my head. The microwave let out a ding, telling me my dinner was ready. Getting married to Nathan was my means to escape. And even though he could be a jerk, at least he was keeping his distance this time. It had been a full week since we got married and I could count how many times we had seen face to face. "He's avoiding me," I grumbled, pulling out the bowl of lasagna and stabbing it with a fork. I shouldn't be sad abo
Chapter 9NathanI had never been so darn happy to hear those words in my entire fucking life. She sat down on my couch, dressed in a flimsy dress that had caught my attention from the minute I stepped in. It was a light cotton dress that clung to her seductive frame, ending inches above her knees. Her pale sweet thighs winked at me, asking to be touched and dear God, I wanted so badly. I wanted to reach for the low V-neckline and rip it now until her breasts were on full display. Her sweet, generous breasts. My mouth watered at the thought and I stifled a groan that threatened to slip out. "Kiss me, Nathan," Chloe whispered again and all sane thoughts slipped out the window. With a tortured groan, I covered the space between us and covered her mouth with mine. And that had to be the best decision I had made all fucking week. Her lips were soft and plump, pressed hotly against mine. That was sweet and all, but I wanted more. I had spent the entire fucking week getting taunted by
Chapter Ten Nathan "There's my little brother!" Noah yelled as soon as I pushed the bar door open. The men chugging shots paused to look at me, the dancing strippers on stage glanced in the direction the idiot pointed and a couple- or maybe they weren't a couple but they were both shameful enough to shag each other like a bunch of rabbits in an open space, paused mid shagging on a couch hidden in a corner, then with a liquid laugh that repulsed me, they resumed. The bar reeked of alcohol and cigars and a musty smell I was certain came from the shameless fuckers. "Dammit, Noah! You couldn't pick a much more classy bar?" I snapped, settling on a stool beside the blockhead of a brother. "Aww, does this place offend your sensibilities? I'm sorry you're such a sensitive lady," he mocked, a stupid grin on his face as he raised a glass of thick frothy drink that hissed with each movement. That drink could not be safe. And no way was I drinking that shit. I adjusted my white tee
Eleven Chloe He wasn't home yet. I was certain I looked like an idiot peeking out the window, waiting eagerly for my husband's Chevrolet to pull up in the driveway. Fucking hilarious. I retreated from the window, stomping over to the couch in the living room. Why on earth was I worried about that jerk? I should be happy that he was gone for fucksake. I could imagine him passed out in some high-end fancy club, drunk from chugging away his troubles. "Idiot!" I spat, grabbing a throw pillow on the couch and throwing it to the floor. "Idiot!" I screamed again, feeling a fresh wave of fury pulse through my veins.Why the hell was I even mad? He shouldn't matter. None of the shit he did ought to matter to me. Heck, He could wind up, dead ass drunk in the damn gutter and I would not give a fuck. And it was definitely not because he had run off after kissing me. Liar. "I am not a liar!" I yelled at myself, feeling an inordinate urge to strangle something. "Who does he think he is anyway
Twelve.NATHANI was doomed. I should have suspected that when I woke up with a woman in my arms. The woman turned out to be Chloe and that further confirmed my state of doom. Damn if this was damnation, then I didn't think I minded it one bit. We lay on the floor in the living room. Her head is on my chest, rising and falling with each breath I take. As I lay there, I try to remember what happened the night before. I had left the bar after Noah asked about Lily. Another fucking complication that Chloe brought into my life. Noah had asked what I planned to do to sort things out with her. And honestly, I had no clue. I guess I would have to figure that out later. It was a wonder that I had gotten home in one piece. Also, a mighty wonder that I didn't get pulled over by the cops for driving after drinking. And perhaps it was a good thing none of that happened or I wouldn't have come home to see a flushed Chloe touching herself. It had to be the hottest sight I had seen in a long ti
Chapter 13 ChloeI was so exhausted. There was nothing much more exhausting than scrubbing a house spotless. I had woken up, bored out of my mind and my face burning up in shame. I had let that bastard touch me, like a freaking wanton. I doubt I would ever live that down. I was very ashamed and that had to be the understatement of the year. But is it so bad? A voice in my head said and I groaned, rising off the floor and wiping my butt. Nathan's kitchen glared at me, spotless from my frantic cleaning. There had been nothing for me to do anyway. I honestly wasn't sure what I wanted to do after getting married. I had a degree in accounting and I suppose I could use that to work. My parents had been the chief decision-makers in my life and with their absence, I was sort of at loss. That's pathetic, the voice in my head quipped and my shoulders slumped in pity. The more I thought about it, the more pathetic it sounded. What were my parents up to anyway? They hadn't contacted me in a
Chapter 14NathanChloe stared at me, her pretty blue eyes blinking innocently as I approached. A part of me felt like an asshole. I had seen the brush and broom discarded on the floor. And the kitchen had been way too clean when I stepped in. So it was evident that she had been cleaning. But she had been on my bed. On my fucking bed. She laid her annoyingly gorgeous ass on my bed, destroying the one sanctuary I had that was safe from her ever-alluring charm. Of course, I was fucking pissed. I wasn't just pissed at her! I was pissed at the whole damn world! Nothing seemed to be going right anymore and honestly, it all started ever since she plopped herself right into my life! "I... What the hell do you mean I stole something?!" Chloe snapped and fuck if I didn't love it so much. Seeing the flames in her eyes. The spark in them as they flashed with anger only she could pull off. I wanted to stoke that heat some more. I wanted her to burn, for me and only me. I also needed to know
FifteenChloeNothing could have prepared me for the feeling of Nathan's mouth clasped around my nipples. His mouth felt scorching, leaving a trail of fire on everything it touched. And boy was I willing to go up in flames.His tongue flicked at my nipple, wrapped around it and helplessly, I raked my fingers through his soft hair, clutching at it as my body burned for more. "Mhmm," he hummed as he sucked. His hips buckled, his very hard member hitting my center."Nath..." My words came out in choppy breaths, and I moaned hungrily. I needed more, I wanted more. I could feel his pulse beneath me. He was nestled beneath my thighs and dear God, all I could think about was getting rid of the barrier that lay between us. It seemed Nathan thought so as well, because his hands traveled down my waist to my backside, grabbing onto it and slowly rolling his hips against mine, hitting my center through the flimsy bum shot. "Oh fuck," I cried, gripping his shoulders hard as he humped me. "Yes