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-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 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

Twenty-Eight Nathan To say I was nervous was a fucking understatement. My knuckles gripped the steering wheel, almost turning white as I swerved into the hospital's car park. I glanced at Chloe who sat beside me. Was she as nervous as I was? Was she afraid? Because I was fucking scared. I looked down at her stomach and swallowed. My baby was there. We should have come to the doctors earlier so they could check her up and all the stuff that doctors do. Having a baby was a big deal! It was funny how the realization just sunk in. I had been operating on the notion that the baby wasn't mine and I didn't have to care for it anyways. Knowing who Chloe was now, I was quite certain it was my baby. And if it isn't? The question hung out, dry and alert in my mind and I gripped the wheels tighter. The baby was mine. It couldn't happen any other way. I would not allow it to happen. "Oh my God, relax will you? You look like you'll run someone over," Chloe teased beside me and I chuckled

Chapter ThirtyNathanThis was silly. I was currently peeking through my office door, staring at my chief accountant. It was odd and bizarre and one could ask so many questions. One, why was I peeking at all? I owned the darn company, I was the boss! If anything, they were supposed to be peeking at me. Two, why my chief accountant of all people? That had a simple answer though. My chief accountant was Chloe, who had her face buried in loads of printed spreadsheets, it was hard to find where the spreadsheet ended and where she began. I gritted my teeth. This was the very same woman who had sworn a fucking oath to me saying she would not work too hard. Okay maybe the oath part was exaggerated, but she had assured me that she wouldn't work so hard. What in the world was she doing now?! I stepped away from the door and pinched my nose. I should never have given her the job. Heck, I should have put up more of a fight about the whole work issue. My will was stronger, if I had just hel