My feet hit the treadmill as I run to try and relieve some of the frustration that I feel, but it’s not working. I’ve been at it for the last twenty minutes, and although I can feel the burn in my lungs, it’s doing nothing to ease the tension in my body. Usually, a good workout session helps wonders, clears the mind, allows me to think a little more clearly, but today it’s not happening, and it’s all because of Nate fucking Knowles.
The guy won’t leave my mind, and all I keep doing is picturing him on top of me, his lips pleasuring me, his body moulding with mine. I was hoping that a fuck would help to alleviate my emotions, help to just get over the fact that I hate Nate but wanted to fuck him at the same time… but all it has done is make it worse. I don’t just want one night with him; I want another and another, because damn, I have never felt what I did with him. He knew how to trigger my body, how to pull every single ounce of pleasure from me, and he did it all without really knowing me.
I may be married to him now, but I’ve never let him in. I’ve never shown him the real me because I had no desire to before… but I feel different now. I feel like we could be something special, and I despise that I feel this way. I’m struggling. I’m drowning. I don’t know what to fucking do.
I have no one to speak to, no one to confide in, no one to unload my problems on. All I have is a house full of expensive shit that I don’t really need, and my mind at constant war with my heart.
I want him. I don’t want him.
I hate him. I don’t hate him.
I could fall for him. I really don’t want to fall for him.
Argh. It’s killing me slowly, one day at a time, but I’ve always been stubborn, and I need more than the beauty of his lips and cock to make me see that this could be something.
The gym door opens, and there he is, standing in the doorway looking fucking edible. See? I have no rational thoughts around him. It goes from cold to red fucking hot within seconds, and I can already feel my pussy tingling in anticipation.
I know he is a dangerous man, but maybe that’s what I want? Danger. A little uncertainty. A life where I’m always living on the edge but with a man who will never let me down.
I continue to run even as he makes his way into the room, our eyes locked on one another, the music blaring out around us because when you have a private gym, there’s no need for headphones.
He comes to stand in front of the treadmill, his hands in his trouser pockets. “We need to talk,” he says loudly, so I can hear him over the beat of the music.
“I’ll be done in twenty minutes,” I tell him.
“Now, Kat,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.
I roll my eyes as he reaches over the front of the treadmill and decreases my speed until I come to a stop. Trying to regain my breath, I put my hands on my hips because I am pissed off he thinks he can come in here and just end my session because he wants to fucking talk to me.
“I told you that I would be done in twenty minutes,” I grit out.
“And I told you that I need to talk right fucking now,” he retorts.
“Argh,” I say as I throw my hands in the air and get off of the treadmill, grabbing my towel and wiping my face down. “And what is so important that it couldn’t wait until I was done? Because I’ve been pretty fucking irrelevant up until now, Nate, so what’s changed?” I shout, my chest heaving as I try to control myself.
“Fucking mouth,” he mutters. “Something happened and I need to talk to you about it.”
“Why?”
“Meet me upstairs and I’ll tell you.”
He goes to walk out of the gym, but I step into his path, stopping him.
“No. Tell me now,” I say, determination coursing through me, my body coming alive at his close proximity.
“Christ’s sake, do you always have to be so fucking stubborn?” he says, and I smirk because I seem to enjoy pissing him off.
“Do you?” I say, throwing his question back at him. I see the fire blaze in his eyes, and he steps forward, his hands moving out of his pockets and coming to rest on my hips as he walks us backwards until I hit the wall. My heart races as he looks at me, and then he moves forwards, resting his forehead against mine.
“Kat, I need you to listen to me, and I need you to trust me,” he says, and the urgency in his voice has my attention. “I need you to know that you are safe with me. I will protect you and I will fucking gut anyone that tries to come near you.”
I gulp at his words, suddenly feeling like this took a turn that I wasn’t expecting.
“Do you believe me?” he asks, and I see the desperation for me to say yes. I see it inside of him, his eyes giving away what he is feeling in this moment. I see the want, the need, the way in which he goes from cold-as-fuck to panty-melting in a heartbeat.
“Yes,” I whisper, and I swear to God that he can hear my heart thumping.
“Okay,” he says before delivering news that absolutely has me fucking scared. “Someone is following you, Kat. Pictures were left at my headquarters of you doing normal errands, in the garden, walking down the street, going to functions with me…” His voice trails off and I stare at him in shock.
