SeventeenChloeHe felt so... Hard and insistent against me. And I loved it. I loved the way he rubbed himself against me, coating himself with my juices, muttering gibberish that I couldn't understand. I moved my hips slowly, grinding against the hardness that made me wetter. The ecstasy from my last orgasm was fading slowly and I wanted more. So much more. "Ah, Chloe... you...tempting seductress..." He bit out, grabbing my hips to hold me in place. His hands grabbed my legs and hiked them up, placing them on his shoulders. I blushed at how exposed I was to his eyes. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned when he dragged the bulbous head down my swollen lips and then pushed it in. "Ohhhh my... Oh myyyy..."He invaded every space, hard and insistent as he slid into me. My body hummed and vibrated with sizzling pleasure and all I could do was whimper. "You okay?" Nathan gritted through his teeth and I wondered if he was in pain. "Yeah, You?" "Nope, I need to fucking move or I'll lose my fucking m
EighteenNathan"You're serious?"Chloe huffed at my words and flipped her golden hair in irritation. What the hell? Did she study accounting? Heck, I didn't even know she went to the Uni! What else did I not know about her?Everything most likely. Before last week, we had been two strangers who had sex and made the mistake of not preventing pregnancy. A bitter acrid taste filled my mouth at the thought. "Of course I'm serious! Why would I make up a lie like that?!" She snapped before me and her blue eyes flashed with anger. Oh damn. She definitely was telling the truth. She looked like she would rip my head off. "So you can balance those accounts-" "Oh the chance has passed, I'm not helping you anymore. You can go stick your pompous ass into your stupid account!" She hissed and turned on her heels. It took me a minute to register what she was wearing. My shirt. The traitorous material clung to her curves, pulling taut over her ass, looking like it would pop out at any minute.
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