Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chloe 

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 about it. 

"And I am not," I mumbled to myself, grabbing my dinner and making my way to the living room, plopping my butt on the couch. 

I was 'not' upset at all. What did it matter that I hadn't seen my husband or talked to him despite living in the same house with him? What did it matter that said husband couldn't stand the sight of me? 

I had seen the way he looked at me when our eyes met. The way his eyes, were dark as they were clouded in anger. The way he avoided my gaze and touch. The way he avoided me. 

As if summoned by my thoughts, the door to the living room opened and Nathan stepped in. He looked every bit delicious in his work suit. The black suit hugged his tall, muscular figure, the poor fabric stretched tautly over his skin and I couldn't help the sigh that slipped from my lips as I watched him get his shoes off. His hair, black and thick were tousled and my fingers itched like hungry savages to touch it. 

My hand gripped the fork tighter when he shrugged off his suit, revealing a blue shirt that I craved to unbutton. I shifted uneasily and that seemed to catch his attention. His dark enchanting eyes fixed on me and I could swear I had forgotten how to breathe.

"Hi," I greeted, unable to endure the silence that brewed between us. 

Nathan tore his eyes away from mine and grunted something inaudible. I couldn't believe this crap. It has been a fucking week! When would he get used to the fact that we were now married?!

"I said Hi," I deadpanned, daring him to look me in the face. 

"And what do you want from me? A fucking kiss?" He spat, reaching for the buttons of his shirt as he walked past me. 

Oh, it's on like donkey Kong! I try so hard not to be nasty, but the asshat always brought out the worst in me. Stabbing my pasta, I snickered.

"You mean that pathetic weak-ass kiss? Mahn,   my middle school crush could do it way better."  

That had him halting in his tracks. He turned around to look at me, an incredulous look on his face. "Pathetic?" 

I shrugged. "Just saying, I've had better kisses that's all." 

Nathan barked a harsh laughter that rang through the room, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. 

"From who?" He taunted. "Invisible, non-existing men?" 

My face burned in shame as his taunt hit too close to home. He was the only man I had been with, but there was no way I would let him know that. He was too much of a jackass and I could not let him wield such power over me. 

"Hmph," I simply said, turning to my food. It had grown cold and I had lost my appetite.

"What? No response?" Nathan taunted, taking slow steps toward me. "Have I come too close to the truth?" 

My haunches rose as he drew closer to me and my fingers gripped the plastic fork in my hands so hard it broke. 

Damn my stupid, stupid heart! The damned organ shook so excitedly, pounding so loud that I hoped Nathan couldn't hear. He leaned down, his dark eyes meeting mine in a sweltering gaze, threatening to burn me up. 

I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His warm scent, poured through my nostrils, infiltrating every nerve and pore in my body. 

"My my, is Chloe quiet, or has something got your tongue?" He spoke in a low raspy tone that had me shuddering in anticipation. Unable to hold back, I licked my lips hungrily. "Don't do that." 

"Do what?" I asked, looking up at him. Our eyes held and I could swear I saw his eyes grow darker. They dropped to my lips and I licked them again. 

"That," he hissed, grabbing my face in his hands. 

A gasp spilled from my mouth as he traced my lips with his thumb, his finger rough and hot against them. 

"Damn," Nathan breathed, tilting my face up.

My heart pounded wildly, shaking like a freaking racket and my body prayed; begged; for what would happen next. He towered over me. The first four buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing golden skin that I ached to touch. To taste. My things shook, trembled, and clenched together, hungry for him. Just him. 

"Nathan," I murmured and he leaned closer until our faces were mere inches away from each other. 

"Yes?" He murmured, thumb still playing with my lips. "Say it, Chloe," 

Say it, his dark eyes pleaded and I swallowed. Damn him for being so fucking attractive! 

"Say it, Chloe," he whispered, his warm breath fanning my cheeks.

"Kiss me,... Please."