Twenty-SevenChloeThe shower running told me Nathan was in the bathroom. I sighed deeply, burying my face deeper into his pillow as I tried opening my heavy eyelids. His side of the bed was still warm. He hadn't been up for long. A smile played on my lips as I rubbed the warm spot. Things were looking quite well. At least it seemed they were to me. We've been getting along. And the times we argue, things usually end up with me screaming his name as he pounded into me like crazy. The sex was good.Understatement of the fucking century. The sex was amazing! I couldn't stand not being touched or fondled or caressed or fucked by him. I needed more. And with the way things have been, I think I'll always fucking need more. The running water reached my ears again and an idea slipped into my mind. An idea that made me clench my thighs together. Slipping off the bed, I walked my naked ass to the bathroom.There he was, standing under the shower, looking every inch as delicious as I knew
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
Twenty-NineChloe"Who said I couldn't?" I threw back, reaching for another scoop of ice cream. Why the hell was he talking to me like that? Like I was a child who couldn't make decisions? If I wanted to work it was my damn business! "Chloe," his voice had a hint of warning in it and if I were his employee probably, I would have shrunk in fear. "This isn't funny,""You don't see me laughing now do you?" I said pointedly. "And I don't get what the big deal is."He looked appalled by what I had said. His eyes flashed angrily and he laughed a short harsh one. "You don't get... You don't... What's the big deal? Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're fucking pregnant?!" The cafe went quiet and I felt my face flush in shame and anger. I stared hard at my ice cream, trying not to look up to see the judgemental look on people's faces. "How about you speak a little louder," I hissed. "They couldn't hear you at the fucking empire state building," "Chloe, I-" he paused and when I looked up,
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
Thirty-OneChloe"Stop purring Chloe," Nathan cautioned, trailing fingers down my arm. I shuddered and squirmed in his lap, humming whenever he touched me. "Stop touching me then," We were sweaty, sticky, hot, and almost naked against each other. I never knew having sex in the office was so thrilling and quite fantastic. Heck three months ago, I didn't know how thrilling sex was at all. And here I was, spent and basking in the aftermath of our actions. I sat on Nathan's lap, my head against his chest. My blouse was gone. I had no idea where he had thrown it to. My skirt was ridden up to my waist all rumpled and my panties were shredded. I wasn't complaining much. It was so worth it. I glanced up at Nathan and saw his eyes were unfocused as he stared into space. His hands still trailed over my body, drawing maps and fondling occasionally. His shirt was gone too, as well as his pants. His sinfully hot body was pressed up against mine, skin to skin and I loved it. "What are you thin
Thirty-TwoNathanI could hear a song in my head. It sounded like, 'shit! Shit! Shit!!! Shit!!!' I gawked at Lily in disbelief. What the hell was she doing in my apartment? No, scratch that! When did she arrive in Carolina?! Dammit! I had postponed things for far too long and now I was in trouble. I glanced at Chloe's face and felt my stomach drop further. She was not happy. "Gee Nate, I leave for two months, and boom, you're married," Lily chuckled dryly. She wasn't too happy either, it would seem. Her brown eyes were throwing darts at me. And her lips were pulled in a tight smile. She was dressed in a cream-colored dress that hugged her slender, lithe frame. Her hair, long, black, and straight, lay behind her neck, shining like always. Ah fuck. What should I do? I scratched my head and simply smiled back. What else was I supposed to do? My brain was on a fucking shutdown, trying to wrap my head around the fact that my Mistress and Wife were currently looking at each other! "Hi!"
Thirty-ThreeChloe"You're out of your mind!" My scream permeated the air, almost deafening myself in the process. I stared at Nathan in disbelief. "She's not staying in this house!" "Uh, yes I am," The witch herself chipped in and I felt the intense urge to smack the skin off her bones. She stood beside Nathan, looking every bit smug like the bitch she was. "Lily," Nathan cautioned before facing me, his eyes unreadable. "She's staying Chloe,""No. No, she's not. I won't allow it! I can't believe you right now you want me to live in the same fucking house with your whore!" "Hey! Call me a whore once more and you'll be sorry, you fat fucking pig!" Lily retorted. Oh, she did not just call me a pig! I stalked towards her and stared up at her. She towered a few inches over me, but inches be darned! She had to know I couldn't be messed with. "You are a whore. A fucking whoring whore!" I ground out slowly to her face. "How do we even know that baby is Nathan's or if there's even a baby
Thirty-Four NathanShe wasn't in bed.The empty bed glared back at me, accusing me of abandoning its owner. Where the hell was she? I leaned against the door, my hands hiding in the pockets of my pants. When was the last time I had seen her? I closed my eyes and dragged a hand down my face. There were so many things running through my head, it was like a fucking circus show. Chloe was pregnant, Lily was pregnant. Fuck, one would think I was Santa dishing out babies as gifts. Fucking stupid. "And things had been going so fucking well," I groaned, punching the wall right next to me. Chloe and I had gotten along quite well, everything was supposed to be fine. Lily, fuck, Lily showing up was a mess! And now Chloe was missing too? Dammit! Why the hell was she determined to drive me crazy? All she had to do was trust me! To fucking trust me! I wasn't happy about this pickle either and as much as I would like to run off, I couldn't do that! I whipped out my phone. Lamenting at her door