“What?” I whisper as my hand comes up to cover my mouth.
“Someone managed to get into my headquarters with these pictures, and I promise you that I will find out how and why,” he continues, but I’m still stuck on someone following me.
“Someone’s following me?” I whisper as my eyes fill with unshed tears and I start to shake.
“Hey,” he says quietly as his hands cup either side of my face so I am looking at him. He bends down slightly, so that we’re eye level. “I promise that no one will hurt you.”
“Is this real? Are you trying to fuck with me right now?”
“No,” he answers with no hesitation. “I would never fuck with your safety, Kat.”
“Do you know who it is?” I ask, my voice still a whisper because I’m struggling to make myself louder.
“Not yet,” he grits out, seemingly pissed off that he can’t answer me.
“Is it because I married you?” I ask, almost afraid of what the answer to that is because I know damn well that I wasn’t being followed before. I mean, how does he know that I haven’t been followed for the whole of the last six months? And how has no one noticed? How have I not noticed? Probably because you’ve been too busy fantasising about fucking your husband, Kat.
“I don’t know,” he replies, and I push his hands off of me and move away because if I don’t then he’s just going to get into my head more––and probably my knickers too because I’m becoming weaker and weaker when it comes to resisting him. Damn my pussy for making me give in to temptation last night.
“You don’t fucking know?” I say when I’m a few feet away from him. Distance is good. I need distance. “You mean the great powerful Nate Knowles doesn’t know who has been following his wife?”
“Kat––”
“No,” I shout. “Don’t fucking ‘Kat’ me.” My rage starts to return at the ridiculousness of my life. “I guess it would be different if this were a real marriage, huh? I guess you would already know who stalks your wife, and they would already be serving their punishment. But because this is as fake as the fucking smile on my face, I guess I shouldn’t expect anything else.
“And don’t you dare come at me with some bullshit about how you’re working on it and about how I am totally safe with you, Nate. You took my fucking life and turned it upside down. You made me give up everything that I knew to come and be your goddamn sidepiece. I’m totally fucking losing myself being here, and now I get the added stress of watching my back because someone clearly wants to take a shot at me.” I heave as I rant, feeling better for expelling some of the anger from my body.
“A bit dramatic, Kat,” he says and that pisses me off further. “No one has taken a shot at you––”
“Yet,” I interrupt.
He glares at me and I cross my arms over my chest and straighten my back in defiance.
“And no one will fucking shoot you, so there’s really no need to panic,” he continues, and I scoff. “Now, tell me, what exactly did you leave behind in your old life other than a failed fucking business and an ex-boyfriend who ran at the first sign of trouble?” he questions, and before I can think about it, I’m stood in front of him, my hand slapping his cheek, the sound echoing around the room.
Seconds tick past. Time seems to slow.
And just when I think that I’ve crossed an unforgivable line by hitting him, his lips connect with mine, and he lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Nate carries me out of the gym and along the hallway, not stopping until we reach the ensuite in his room. Without missing a fucking beat, he reaches out and turns the shower on before we’re frantically ripping each other’s clothes off. Once naked, his lips come back to mine as he walks me into the giant walk-in shower, pushing my back against the tile as the hot water cascades over us.
He nudges at my opening, and I slide down on him, crying out as he enters me fully. Dear God, this man’s cock is a thing of phenomenal pleasure as he pulls out and enters me over and over again.
“No matter what happens between us, Kat,” Nate says, his lips by my ear, his forehead resting against the tiles. “I will always look after you, even when you’re hating me, even when you want to run from me. I. Will. Always. Be. There,” he promises as he thrusts into me, making me moan out loud, his words pushing me higher.
“One day you’ll learn to love me, Kat,” he whispers as his thumb pushes against my clit, moving in circles as he pounds into me a little slower, slowing down the pace. The way he speaks with so much emotion has me desperate for everything. I want the relationship of my dreams, I want the guy that will love me more than life itself, I want the kids and the dog running around the garden… I want it all, but is Nate really it? Is he really the one for me? Our circumstances are far from fucking normal, but did this happen for a reason? Was he meant to come into my life?
Can I really have it all with him?
“Nate…” I whisper his name as he moves his thumb a little bit faster, pushing against my clit harder.
“What do you want, Kat?” he says as the pleasure threatens to consume my body completely. “Tell me,” he urges, his cock plunging into me a little harder again.
“Oh God,” I say on a breath, so close to the release that I need.
“Tell me,” he says again as he brings everything to a halt, shocking the hell out of me as every single bit of pleasure is abruptly stopped. I stare at him, and he’s there with one eyebrow raised as he waits for my answer.
My heart beats wildly in my chest. Shit. Do or die time, Kat.
“I want you,” I whisper, my eyes connected with his. “Even when I hate you, I want you,” I admit. “Even when you make me want to run, I feel like I can’t go because there’s something between us.”
