“Oh.”
Wow. I wasn’t expecting that, and I don’t know what to say because I thought that we were here for his own gains and nothing more. Clearly, I was wrong.
“You ready to help me make some serious money?” he asks, a twinkle in his eye.
“For this charity? Fuck yes,” I say without hesitation.
He brings me close to him, his chest against mine as he whispers in my ear, “Mouth.” It sends a delicious shiver down my spine, and I have to remind my pussy that we are not letting his dick in.
He pulls back and places a kiss on my forehead before taking my hand and leading me through the people to find our first target.
Huh. Seems like I’m going to have to work harder to hate this bastard.
Chapter Ten
Present Day
Kat
I sit across the table from Nate as we eat our dinner. It is a far cry from what we should be doing the day after our wedding, but that would require love and acceptance, and I’m not willing to give him either. I am aware that my life would be easier if I just accepted my fate and got on with it, but I’m not that type of person. I’m a fucking fighter and that will never change.
Since he came into my bedroom earlier and laid down on top of me, his heat burning through my clothes and his dick between my thighs, I have been able to think of nothing else. I need to get fucking laid, and quick if I’m ever going to stop thinking about him taking me, licking, sucking, fucking… Oh dear lord, I need to stop.
I put a piece of steak in my mouth and resist the urge to moan out loud at how delicious it is. Nate’s cook sure is amazing, but I do find it odd that he doesn’t just cook himself. Same as the cleaning which he employs a couple of people to do. It does my head in when they’re around the house, and it doesn’t help me with feeling relaxed in the slightest. Every room I seem to go in, the fucking cleaner is there. When I walk in the kitchen, the cook is there. It’s not what I am used to, and I decide to bring it up because I have had a brain wave.
“Nate?” I say to get his attention as he reads something on a notepad next to him.
“Yes, Kat,” he says, his eyes now focussed on mine. Christ, I could get lost in those eyes if I let myself.
“I was thinking, do we really need a cook?” I say, realising that I just said ‘we’ without meaning to, like we’re a real couple. Fuck it.
“Why? Do you not like the food?” he asks, his brows furrowing.
“No, it’s not that, it’s just weird.”
“What is?”
“Paying someone to come here and cook,” I tell him, and he still looks baffled. I roll my eyes and continue. “Nate, I have nothing to do all day long. I’m bored, I need something to do, anything to pass the time, so I thought that I could take over the cooking and cleaning of this place.”
“You want to do the cleaning and cooking?” he asks, as if it’s odd that I’m suggesting this in the first place.
“Well, yeah. I have no job, no purpose, no daily ritual, so at least a bit of cooking and cleaning would make me feel like I’m doing something,” I say, biting my tongue so I don’t sarcastically add on that it was my life-long dream to become someone’s fucking skivvy.
Nate leans back in his chair, his hands in front of him, entwined together like he’s the head fucking honcho… which technically, he is, but not here. Here I need to make my mark before I totally lose myself, and if that starts with cooking and cleaning, then so be it.
“Okay,” he says simply before sitting forward and continuing with his meal.
“Okay?” I say after a few seconds, wondering why he made that so easy.
“Yes, Kat. O-kay,” he says, repeating the word slowly.
“Well… okay then.” I look back to my food with nothing further to say on the matter. I mean, I expected to have a discussion about it, a debate almost as I expected him to say no, so I have nothing to add to the conversation.
A few seconds pass and then I hear him mutter quietly, “I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to get into this wifey role.”
And there it is, the asshole is coming out to play… I kind of missed him there for a minute.
“I’m just bored as fuck, Nate, nothing more,” I say with a smirk because I know he’s about to get all pissy about my use of the word ‘fuck.’
