You're driving me crazy," he says. I start smirking, but it quickly fades when he swoops down to cover my heat with his mouth.
“Ahhh Nathan !” I squeal. He decides to take it a step further, toying with my nub.
“Oh, yes!” I cry out as Nathan completely covers my pussy with his mouth. He sucks me as if he’s trying to reach my soul, devouring me while I become a whimpering mess beneath him.
“Oh, yes!” The sounds of my screams seem to spur him on. He continues to toy with my nub while sucking. I lose control when Nathan thrusts a finger inside me. I gasp before I see stars, experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm that courses through my body. I shatter beneath him.
In a daze, I watch as he raises himself above me. His cock rests against my stomach as I start to recover from the mind-blowing state. Nathan lifts his gaze, searching my face before his eyes fall to my lips. He settles between my thighs, and my legs instinctively encircle his hips. His lips brush along my shoulder as he begins guiding his dick inside me. I tense up a bit, but he whispers,
"Don’t be scared, I’ve got you."
I relax as he peppers kisses all over my face. I listen and, as I release my tense muscles, he enters me completely. I gasp as a surge shoots through my body.
"Sorry," he whispers. He starts to pull away, but I quickly hold on, scared he will stop. He fills me completely, and there is nothing but him. The pain begins to disappear, replaced with a new sensation. My hands move to his head, gripping his hair tightly.
He buries his face in my neck and starts moving inside of me.
"Oh Natalia " he groans. The ignition of passion starts to stir within me again. His movements become faster and deeper, spurring my passion out of control.
"Ahhh!" I scream as Nathan raises himself and holds my hips tightly. I lose control as he covers one of my nipples with his mouth and gently bites. I completely shatter beneath him for the second time tonight.
"Natalia !" He groans as he starts to move inside me. I feel his release filling me, and I hold him. Our gasps echo in the empty room. I wince as he withdraws and collapses beside me. He quickly raises himself, gazing into my eyes.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks, concern evident in his voice.
"No, Nathan . You could never hurt me," I assure him with a smile. He returns the smile and settles back beside me, wrapping his arms around me. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but It feels perfect.
"You need to get back, before anyone notices your absence," he says. I don't want to leave his arms, but he is right.
"Let me help you with your dress." I remain silent as he helps me in getting dressed. Soon, I'm wearing my dress again.
"I'll see you again tomorrow night," I tell him.
"My door is always open for you," Nathan says and I smile.
"I can't wait to achieve all I set out for. I want to give you the best things of life. I want to give you everything and more," he says.
"Having you is enough for me," I tell him.
"You can’t come outside with me. it’s too risky for anyone to see us," I warn him as he begins to step outside with me. He frowns, but eventually nods. I know he doesn’t like having to sneak around like this, but I can't take the chance of my father finding out. I'm not worried about myself, but for him. When the time is right, we’ll make our relationship public.
"I love you, princess," he says. I smile at his affectionate words.
"I love you more," I whisper before, giving him a wave. Still feeling sore, I carefully make my way back to the main house. The lights are off, so I assume everyone is asleep. I walk around to the backdoor. Slowly, I push it open and quietly close it behind me. As I turn to head to my room, I freeze at the sight before me. My father, clearly furious, is blocking my path and glaring at me.
"Father," I call out.
"So, it's true," he says, causing fear to surge through my body. I swallow hard, gripping the edges of my dress.
"I don't know what you're talking about, father," I stammer, my voice is trembling. I see his eyes darken, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, a searing pain shoots through my body from my cheeks. I stagger backward, struggling to catch my breath. Tears immediately well up in my eyes.
"How dare you," he growls with a dangerously low voice. I lift my tears -stained face to stare at him. This man, whom I should love unconditionally, is the same person I despise with every fiber of my being.
"You are such a disgrace! I thought it was a rumor when I heard how you’ve been involved with that foolish boy. After I’m done with you, I'm going to make sure he suffers,” he threatens.
"No, please. He has nothing to do with this," I plead desperately. I know there’s a high chance he’ll follow through on his words. Nathan is only a poor orphan, and if my father harms him, no one would even raise an eyebrow. The thought of Nathan getting hurt is something I can’t bear.
"One more word and I'll cut your tongue out," he threatens.
Look at you. I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? By being that idiotic errand boy's whore?" He words make me flinch. I want to tell him that he gave me nothing. These are moments when I desperately wish my mother was still alive. Perhaps then, I wouldn’t be trapped with this despicable man who claims to be my father."I'll kill him," he declares, turning to leave. Instantly, I know he’s heading to the basement to get his shotgun.Without hesitation, I rush to stand in his way, blocking his path. I fall to my knees and clasp my hands together in front of me."Please, don’t hurt him. I'll do anything you want. Just leave him alone. It's not his fault, I made him do whatever you think he has done." I plead. My father’s furious gaze pierces through me, filled with pure hatred."I wish you were never born," he sneers, causing me to tense up."Please," I whisper, my voice barely audible."Fine. I'll not allow you to be a cheap soothing like this. It's best if I find more su
"Oh, please. You don't expect me to spend the night at my place after being away from town for days," she states, and I tense."Where else will you spend the night if it isn't at your place?" I ask, puzzled."Where else but your place?" I grimace at her suggestion. Surely, she can’t be serious."You know the rules, mrs Wilson ," I remind her before stepping away."Come on Nathan don’t you think it's time to reconsider those rules?" she pleads. I sigh as I round my desk to take a seat. I stare at her, unsure of how to handle the situation. To be honest, Mrs Wilson has been patient and cooperative when it comes to my boundaries. These rules have guided me for years, helping me protect my heart from the kind of devastation I experienced with Natalia."Mrs Wilson ,you agreed. My place is off-limits. What’s wrong with your place anyways?" I ask, furrowing my brow. The last woman who was ever at my place was Natalia , and even then, it was the cottage at her father's estate, not where I cur
"Well, it’s evident that he’s interested in you. You single, and honestly, I've never seen you with anyone other than Jason. Now that someone is genuinely persistent about being with you, I don't think it would hurt to give it a try," she suggests."Bekah stop this. I’m really not interested in any man," I tell her. But deep down, I know it’s not entirely true. The only man I ever wanted can’t be mine anymore, and I’m beginning to accept that fact."Why? It's been years since Jason died. You need to move on," she says."You think this is about Jason?""Well, yeah. He is the only man you've ever mentioned who’s been in your life.""Listen Bekah ,it’s not about Jason. This is about me and my son. Don't you get? I'm not interested in relationship right now. Dealing with bills and job hunting is enough for me. I don't want to add more by being in a relationship.""Oh, my goodness, that’s true. How is the job hunt going?" She asks."It’s the same old story. Seems like most employees here p
Fine, but still let me sort this out," I request."Okay if you insist. But if you're not able to sort things out and you think the situation is getting out of control. I'm one call away," she says, showing her concern."I know, I'll keep that in mind," I reply."Great. I have to go"That's not a problem," I reply."Talk to you later, bye,""Bye." I place my phone on the table and hold my head in my hands. staring at the screen, trying to figure out the next steps. I'm deep in depth, and if I don't find a job soon, I might not even have a roof on my head.My thoughts drift to my childhood, where I never experienced the fatherly love I saw other kids have. The best moments of my life were falling in love with Nathan and finding out I was pregnant with his child. Goerge took those moments away from me by separating me from Nathan . Since Bryant’s birth, he has been my sole attention. I vowed to ensure he receives as much love as possibly from me. He only has me, and I won’t neglect him a
Come dear, your uncle will take us back home,” she says, and I nod. I glance at the white casket again before leaving the cemetery with her. “Are you okay?” Uncle Tyler asks as we head to the car. “Yes,” I reply. We settle inside the car and start heading to the estate. I hated spending a night there, and now I’m about to spend another. However, it was either or probably spending the little money I had on a hotel. I don’t want to disturb my aunt and uncle any further. They took care of all the funeral bills, making me wonder why they didn’t just use Goerge ’s money. The only part of the house that gave me sweet memories was the cottage, and it’s no longer there. I briefly wonder if it was brought down while Nathan was there or after he left.No, Goerge made a promise.I don’t want to imagine a life of hell because of Nathan. “Natalia dear, how long will you stay in town?” my Auntie “I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning,” “What? Why?” my aunt asks as she turns to face me. “
Perfect, I’ll make your favorite pot roast. Just the way you liked it back then,” she says excitedly.“You don’t have to bother about that,” I tell her shyly.“Nonsense, leave me to worry about it,” she says, so I drop the topic.“How is my Bryant doing?”“He is fine. He is in school. As a matter of fact, he wanted to come with me, but I told him to focus on his academics,” I tell her.“That sounds good; maybe someday, our boy will bring him to meet us,” she says, and I give her a wry smile.“I’ll see what I can do with that,” I tell her. They wait a few minutes before leaving. Instantly, I Bryant .“Hey, Mom,” he says, and all my worries dissipate. This is the brightness in my life, my joy.“How are you, my pumpkin?” I ask with a smile.“Ugh, Mom! I’ve told you not to call me that anymore. I’m a grown-ass man now,” he says, and I chuckle.“I don’t care how old you are; you remain, my baby,” I tell him. I smile when I hear his loud groan.“There is no winning against you. Anyways, how
don’t care if I still look like a mess considering I’m just leaving bed. Well, the person at the house will have to deal with it. I quickly turn the locks. I open it to find two women standing on the porch. I give them a puzzled look, wondering what they are doing here.“Good morning, ma’am!” they greet with a bright smile. I frown at them in confusion before I force a smile.“Good morning. How may I help you?” I ask, trying to sound as polite as possible.The two women exchange looks before returning their attention to me.“I’m Tammy , ma’am. This is my colleague, Roxanne . We were Mr.Wilson housekeepers,” the first woman who introduced herself as Tammy says.“Oh,” I say, unable to form another word.“Yes, we worked for Mr. Wilson for fifteen years. God bless his soul,” Tammy says as her smile drops.“Yeah, God bless his soul,” I reply. I assumed that Goerge had let go of all his staff, especially with the information my uncle gave me yesterday about his bankruptcy. Apparently, he is
“Mr. Wilson pays us $30 per hour,” Mary says, and I choke on my saliva.“$30 per what!” I exclaim with wide eyes. The women stare at each other with puzzled looks. For someone who was bankrupt, that wasn’t what I expected besides what happened to Goerge . I remember that he doesn’t treat his staff well and pays them meagerly. What changed? What is it about these women?“Okay, how many hours a week did you agree with him?” I ask. They seem nervous to answer my question.“We spend eight a day, seven days a week,” Roxanne says.“Wow!” I exclaim. I have a headache calculating the amount these women received from Goerge If it isn’t that I hate Goerge ’s gut, I will gladly work as a housekeeper if this is how much they earn.“Is there a problem, ma’am?” Tammy asks with a puzzled expression.“No, there is no problem,” I quickly answer.“I was just amazed you work so many hours daily,” I say. I try to sound as calm as possible even though my heart is about to burst out of my chest when I try