Nate 11 I was sitting next to Maya, and her sweet scent filled my nostrils. From the moment I saw her in front of the building, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I didn't want. And sitting next to her was torture. Her perfume, the way she moved her hair behind her shoulders, the way she laughed or bit her lip, they weren’t helping. I felt the crotch of my pants hurt like I was a fucking 15-year-old novice. My whole body was focused and attracted to her. I couldn’t even focus on food. Lucas, sitting on her other side, made a joke that made her laugh. Maya’s laugh was pure melody to my ears. The way she laughed, could bewitch a man and drop him at her feet. She pulled back her head and laughed, moving a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear. I turned to her, and for a moment, I was staring at her. Another lock of hair fell in front of her face, and I had to squeeze my hands in a fist to avoid reaching out and moving it myself. I grabbed the glass of wine and swallowed a lon

Nate I sat at the bar, alone, with my glass of whiskey while Lucas, Devon, and Maya went wild on the dance floor. Maya hadn’t spoken to me since she got back from the bathroom, she just ignored me, drank her drink, and then joined Lucas on the dance floor. I was the biggest idiot that existed on the face of the earth. Now I had the confirmation. I was an asshole. How it is possible that I fell on another girl? Because I was so stupid, that’s the answer. If I hadn’t been the biggest idiot of all maybe at that time Maya and I... what exactly would we have been? I wasn’t sure. Maybe more than that. I’d always been after her in high school, and that was exactly the chance to get a chance, and I fucked it up. Congratulations Nate. I emptied my glass and turned to the dance floor where I saw Maya dancing. Her eyes closed, the pelvis moved with the music and the hair that waved with every movement. The soft lights of the track created plays of light and shadows on her skin, the dres

Maya \"That’s not possible!\" Jess said on the verge of a hysterical fit with tears in her eyes. \"Jess, let’s get another one.\" said her mother. \"I don’t want another one!\" cried my friend in tears \"Jess is not the end of the world.\" I said, cradling Axel. \"Yes it is!\" she cried, \"Do you know how many months it took me to find the perfect hairdresser? I went all over the city to find her! And she decides to get the intestinal virus today! Today! On my wedding day! Do you realize?! No, I can’t get married like this, we’re not following my plan, everything is falling apart!\" she shouted exasperated. \"Oh please, it’s just a hairdresser, now let’s find a solution! Stop it!\" I said furiously. Axel clung to my dressing gown, underneath I was just wearing a strapless bra and panties, we were all waiting for the hairdresser but, the tragedy of tragedy, just that day the hairdresser carefully chosen by Jess, she announced that she had taken a terrible intestinal virus that k

Maya I went back to the suite as quickly as I could, trying to remove from my head the image of Nate Dare with my son, or with a child in general. The image of Nate with a child in his arms literally blew up my ovaries with joy, I think that every woman would want to throw herself on him naked and beg him to make a baby together. If the child in question was mine was just a bonus that added more spice to the whole thing. Not that Nate Dare wasn’t absolutely hot with his black tuxedo and his white shirt and those damn blue eyes that made my legs shake every time they pointed at me. Seeing Nate with my baby in his arms had upset me and set my body on fire. I wanted to take a picture, take a picture of that beautiful image, and make it a giant picture to hang in my room. And the way he kept him? Like it was the most comfortable things like it was something he did every day. Holding him with one hand under his butt and the other on his small chest as Axel laughed and clapped his hands

NateMy sister and Andrew disappeared in the elevators, and I went to the table where I left my jacket. I took it out of my chair and put it on my back, and it was time for me to retire to my room. I’d drink a little too much to drive home, and I didn’t feel like calling a cab, so I asked the hotel’s reception to give me a suite.I took the card out of my pocket and went to the Hall where I met the very drunk Sarah Spring who had just offered me a blowjob in the bathroom, a blow I had kindly refused.Sarah threw her arms around my neck and stuck to my neck, smelled like booze, and laughed like crazy."Sarah," I said, grabbing her hands and taking them off my neck, "you’re drunk and you should go home or get a room".I didn’t usually refuse a woman’s advances, especially when she offered so eagerly to get on her knees and suck my cock, but Sarah was Andrew’s cousin, and Andrew was family, We were practically family, and I didn’t want to complicate my life any more than I already have.