Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Chloe 

"Chloe!" 

I smirked and stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling quite smug. 

"Chloe!!!" Nathan thundered. I could hear his feet climbing the stairs rapidly, approaching my room.

A giggle rose in my throat and I clenched the bedsheet in my hands in anticipation. 

That bastard had dared to abandon me at the hotel! It had been horrible. Arriving at an hotel in a wedding dress with no groom fussing over me had immediately sent the staff into a gossip frenzy. At first, I thought he had gone somewhere to cool off or calm down or whatever the fuck men did before their wedding night. 

Okay perhaps I had been expecting more. I wasn't happy about the wedding, and neither was Nathan, but I'd be a terrible liar if I said I hadn't thought of us spending the night together. Who wouldn't? He could be a jerk, but he was a hot, spiffing jerk. 

Mostly still a jerk however, seeing that the idiot never showed up. By the time it was eleven in the night, I knew he had run off. It had taken a lot of begging Mrs Benjamin before she told me where the scoundrel's home was. 

Nathan's stomping stopped outside my door and his fists rapped on it rapidly. 

"Chloe! Come out this instant!" He ordered.

"And why on God's green earth would I do that?!" I asked coyly, not moving from the bed. 

The door shook and I laughed a bit, feeling quite vindicated. There was nothing like having a little hair dye for revenge.  Sliding off the bed, I took slow strides towards the door, bidding my time while listening to his threats. 

"Chloe, I swear, I'll break the fucking door!" He bellowed. 

I shrugged, then realizing he couldn't see me, I giggled. "It's your house anyway. Feel free to smash it down." 

"You're crazy! You deserve to be locked up you crazy witch-"

There was no I way I could stand the rain of it insults that spewed out of his mouth. I'm a second, I grabbed the door handle furiously and yanked it open. 

Nathan stared down at me, breathing angrily. The skin on his face was blue, he could be mistaken for Shrek's twin. Probably the handsome version.

"How dare you rain insults on me in such manner?" I barked at him with my fingers still tightly gripped around the door knob. I was ever ready to slam it in his face anytime.

"What the hell did you put in my water?" He yelled angrily.

I tried feigning confusion and ignorance, but looking at his angry blue face, every hold I had on myself left me and I burst into loud peals of laughter. 

"That's what you get for abandoning your newly wedded bri-" 

I stopped halfway through my statement. It sounded so wrong to call myself his bride. That term only applied to happily wedded couples, there was nothing good about this arrangement; as I termed the relationship. 

"I swear I will kill you the next time you pull such a prank on me."

Nathan took few strides towards me as a mischievous smile played on his face. 

For some reason, I was scared and I let go of the door, backing away from him as quickly as I could.

My hands went to my stomach and I regretted letting my passions and desires deride my senses that night. This pregnancy was the only thing that strung us together. Why else would I agree to spend the rest of my life with a monster?

"Fuck," I muttered as my back hit the wall. I was moving back so quickly, I didn't realise I had hit a dead end.

I watched Nathan walk steadily towards me with a finger raised in warning and I clutched my silk gown in fear of whatever he was planning to do with me.

The footsteps stopped, he was directly in front of me already. His large countenance cast a shadow over me and I rose my head up to look at his mean face. 

"Don't you ever try that again," Nathan warned.

Even in the midst of all the drama, I couldn't help but notice just how handsome he was. It was a shame his character didn't match his facial features. 

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It had been two minutes since Nathan last spoke. He stood there glaring at me or my breasts, I couldn't tell which one. 

I admired his lips, they were so plump and they looked like they needed mine on them.

I gripped my dress even harder trying to restrain myself from making the same mistake that got me into this situation, but listening to his heartbeat wasn't helping matters.

Letting go of my dress, I wrapped my hands around his neck and stretched my face to his. I planted a tiny kiss on his lips and he reciprocated the move.

Soon, we had our tongues in each other's mouth exploring every nook and cranny. 

I ran my fingers through his hair and leaned into the kiss when he pulled away abruptly. 

He stared at me intently while painting heavily. The look on his ace was the same as the day we met at the club.

He looked like he wanted to devour me and reach into every depth of my body. Goosebumps rippled through my skin and I wanted him to take my lips in his again. 

My pathetic self wanted to feel his touch so badly. 

"Never try that again Chloe." I would be lying if I claimed not to be taken aback by this statement. 

One minute, he had this look in his eyes indicating that he wanted me. The next minute, his mouth was saying the exact opposite.

What's worse? He had never called my name in such manner. It was calm yet dark at the same time.

As he made his way out of the room, I couldn't help but wonder what I had gotten myself into. Who exactly did I get married to?