Natalie"Please."Noah tilts his head, whispering huskily. "Louder."I swallow thickly, aware of his fingers circling my clit. My knees buckle, but Noah keeps me in place.I peer up into his eyes. "Please.""Are you even trying?"I suck in a deep breath. "Please, Noah. Fuck me."Noah's lips curl, and he finally picks me up into his arms. He is wearing his t-shirt, but he is working to pull down his jeans to free his thick cock. I can hardly wait to have it inside of me."I need you," I tell him. "Please."Noah smiles darkly. "I love how needy you are."Noah walks us over to a small table and places me on my stomach. His big, muscular arms wrap around me while his cock enters me slowly. I cry out in bliss, moaning when he thrust into me.The satisfaction is almost too much.Noah is so big.I moan louder.I can't help it. It doesn't matter that we are inside a library. Noah makes me feel so good that I can't stop the sounds slipping from my lips. As he fucks me from behind, I can feel h
NatalieAs I enter the church, I know there is no more hiding from the devil himself.I've been avoiding Noah for the entire week. Hiding behind furniture, under furniture. One evening, I was in the jacuzzi, heart hammering inside my chest while he was shaving his face.But in this church, there is nowhere to turn.The beautiful bastard is out for revenge, and I got it coming. Noah is smirking at me now, wagging his eyebrows from his seat. It's a small wedding, and I'm trying hard not to smile, but it's impossible."Can I sit with you with you?" I ask in a hopeful tone. "Truce?"Noah sizes me up. I'm wearing a red, tiny thing that squeezes me in all the right places. I imagine my stomach pouch is still visible, and I will probably feel fat while sitting down. I'm self-conscious, but Noah's eyes follow every curve with admiration written over his face. It makes me blush and feel pretty."Truce… For now," Noah says, nodding at me to sit down next to him. "I won't get my revenge. Yet."
NoahMy mother is packing down stuff for her honeymoon with Elias, whom she married less than twenty-four hours ago. He doesn't seem like a terrible person, and he raised Natalie, so there must be some good in him."Don't stay up too late while I'm gone, and no snacks for dinner. I'm serious, Noah. Eat proper food. Have Frank cook you five meals a day—he is an excellent chef. You're a professional football player and need protein."I roll my eyes. "Mother… I'm not a kid anymore. Do I have to remind you that you're the one living in my house?"My mother looks up at me while packing her suitcase. Her bottom lip is quivering, a sign of her about to waver. "I know—you're all grown up, and it makes me sad! You've always been my little boy, and now you're even taller than your dad!"Great, now my mother will start crying. These days all she ever does is get emotional. I love my mother, of course, but she can sometimes be a bit overwhelming.A few nights ago, she cried while watching a child
NatalieI wake up feeling dizzy. It's been two weeks since my dad and Cynthia left for their honeymoon. I've spent every night either studying or watching Netflix with Noah. It's been a good two weeks, and I'm happy that my dad and Cynthia will be gone for at least three more weeks. It will give me more time to cuddle and spend time alone with Noah. We haven't really talked about what we are, and we haven't had sex. Noah has been too tired from his games and midterm exams. He usually comes home to fall asleep with his head in my lap. Not that I mind—his presence is enough to make me happy.I get up from bed. Noah is out for his weekend run, and I should walk down to get breakfast—My thoughts vanish in a puff of smoke when I suddenly bend forward and royally puke all over the freaking floor. Dear Lord, have I caught the stomach flu or something?"Fuck..." I'm crying, and my throat is parched, like the desert of the freaking Sahara. "I need water... So thirsty..."I walk toward the b
NatalieI'm munching on a sandwich in front of the TV. It's cheesy and heavenly, and I'm cozy. A super dramatic romance series is playing, and Frank, the butler, is gripping the seat while wearing a passionate expression. He is really into this show, and I don't mind hanging out with him.Noah is fetching me that pregnancy test, and I'm super lazy today—I'm wearing sweatpants and Noah's oversized t-shirt. Nothing else. I can't be bothered to put effort into my appearance."No, Cammie!" Frank exclaims, turning to face me. "Why is she being such an idiot? She should be with Rafael, not with Alexander!""I don't know..."Frank inhales to calm down but mutters. "Cammie is driving me insane. She keeps going back to this ex-boyfriend Alexander even though he has nothing to offer!"I shrug and bite into my sandwich again. "Alexander has some nice abs, and he is super-wealthy. Cammie is obviously into that.""But Rafael is her true love, and he is a CEO in secret!"I laugh. "What can I say?
NatalieThe wait seems endless. Noah is being operated on, and I'm staring down at the floor. I haven't even touched the cola Frank bought me from the vending machine. Neither have I eaten anything.I pull my legs to my body, hugging them while other people receive good news about their loved ones.What if I won't receive good news about Noah?Fear and panic are crashing over me like a tidal wave, again and again, until it gets heavier to breathe. My heart is throbbing, but I can only sit deathly still as the tears fall."Why did I ask Noah to go to the pharmacy for me..." I whisper. Guilt is gnawing at me. "This is all my fault...""It's not your fault, sweetheart," Frank sighs. "It's no one's fault. Accidents happen all the time.""What if Noah won't make it?" I ask."I'm sure Noah will be fine," Frank says, but even he doesn't sound convinced of his own words. "Your dad and Cynthia are taking a flight back to the city tonight."I swallow plenty of tears. My brain can't focus on my
NatalieI'm woken up by high heels storming through the hospital, and without opening my eyes, I can feel the person is headed for me. And I must have spider senses, for Cynthia is coming for me when I open my eyes."You shouldn't be here, you dirty little slut!" Did Cynthia just call me a slut?Am I still dreaming?I blink life into my tired eyes, and it seems I'm not experiencing a nightmare right now. Cynthia is seething without us having spoken a single word until now. I'm still not fully awake and stretch my legs, gasping when the woman walks over to where I'm sitting. She casts me in her shadow.It's dark outside, and no one else is sitting inside the waiting room—it gives Cynthia the perfect opportunity to slap me, not once but three times across my face. Her hits rattle me to the core, and I lift my chin to stare up at her in utter confusion."What did I do?" I question, placing my palm against my chin. "Are you absolutely mad?!""How dare you!" Cynthia roars. She is weari
NatalieIt's been three weeks since I moved in with Frank and his wife, Carmen. They are a lovely couple and have ensured that I will be given the apartment next to theirs tomorrow. They spoke to the landlord and recommended me, which paid off in my favor. I'm incredibly grateful. I had to drop out of school recently, and now I have a part-time job at the mini-marker until the baby comes. Oh, and I'm pregnant. Twenty years old and soon a mother of one.It's scary, and I'm still freaked out about how life can take a turn, but I'm trying my hardest to stay brave.Frank walks into the living room. He has just come home from work; he works at the mini-market with me. "So... I have both good and bad news." Frank drawls.I'm drinking tea with Carmen, and I lift my eyes to face Frank. He is wearing a hard-to-read expression. Their living room is cramped, and he slouches down in one old armchair. "What's up?" I ask."Yeah, Frank, you can't just come in and say something like that; tell us