He frightened me, more than he knew, this changing and altering behavior. I studied him his movement of when he pulled me close to him or when he grabbed my arm and yanked me into that room.
The car was going at a steady pace in the middle of the city, we were heading back to the penthouse and I just wanted him to hug me, to grab me and let me melt in his grasp. He had me in his palm, he was demanding and arrogant but for some reason it just made me want him more."Can we talk about this?", words flew out of my mouth as I looked at him sincerely hoping for some sort of reaction. I wasn't used to this side of his compassionate voice. He looked deeply back at me as he was searching for the words to say in a vast sky."What's there to talk about?" he startled me with his arrogance. so sweet one second but bitter the next."Everything", the fold of the car slowly went up as the driver thankfully couldn't hear us. I looked back at him for him to see my heated head.She was covered in flour, looking like a baking mishap. She looked embarrassed as I picked up the pans, keeping my distance as she cleaned herself up and she brushed her hair back in embarrassment. Cutest thing I've ever seen. She smiled lightly at me as I began to forget why she would destroy me."I can c-clean up it's fine", she stuttered as I looked back at her, giving her the look of a lifetime. She shyly took the rag and gently pushed me away."No really it's okay", I insisted as I grabbed another rag and cleaned the floor. I thought of making conversation with her, but what was the point her and i could never be.Natalies POVHe was helping. After leaving me stranded after a single question and waking me up with a slam that made me jump, he was helping. I swear one moment he was sweet and the next he didn't want a single thing to do with me.He took a new rag and wiped the floor and I washed up the dishes quickly putting them away. I just wanted him to
Natalie's POV Love was the first thing I felt as I leaned down to feel that hard gravestone, thought it wasn't there. I lightly opened my eyes to see sitting next to me soaked was Nolan. He was bundled up next to me at that moment I didn't feel violated, I felt safe and protected as his large hands draped over me. I was upset that he didn't answer my questions, I was upset at his crude behavior, but I knew I needed someone. He felt me move as he peeked at my head and I pretended I was fast asleep, he stared for a bit and then continued doing whatever he was doing. I squinted my eyes and I finally saw him signing files on his computer, he was working and taking care of me in a graveyard. I moved my finger a bit as he sensed I was awake as I got up and glanced at the cemetery, my cake was destroyed from the pattering rain coming down like cats and dogs. "Thank you", I looked sincerely at him as he matched my eyes and we connected for seconds at a time. He averted his eyes back to th
He slipped on the other shoe, as he enhanced me with his ocean blue stud of an eye. He was knelt down in front of me as he got up and adjusted his pants. My eyes scaled his open and luscious body,he reached out his hand for me. His hand was soft and his grip was tight,my hand felt like a fumble of bones in his huge hand. As I fell behind, Nolan looked at the gap between us and scooped me up as he took me down the stairs bridal style. He kissed my forehead, and took me down the stairs softly. He put me down as we walked to the car, he opened the door for me as I stepped in. Except this time there was no driver, it was just us, in this tiny sports car. We sat in silence as I slowly turned on the radio, hoping to find something to break the ice with. He had definitely changed, not only had he taken care of me, but he made me feel comforted. All I could wonder was that I was being played, like a little fool. I came across a station playing my favorite type of music soft ballads. I love
"NATALIE", a warm presence gave me a tight hug, as I got a sympathetic look from Nolan. "Mom, don't suffocate my wife", I beamed at the words that came out of his mouth. He had called me his wife, instead of "that girl" or just my name. "I can tell you two are getting along well", she exclaimed, as I blushed and glanced at Nolan who was looking right back at me. "It is", he said as my stomach churned with butterflies, and sprinkles. I was definitely on Cloud 9 and I wasn't ever coming down. His hands slipped to my hands as he squeezed my hand once. His mom invited us in as I looked around and saw familiar faces from the wedding. Until I felt a little figure hugging my legs. "Your here", a loud, but sweet voice squealed as I looked down at my feet to see the little girl from the wedding Leah. She looked up at me as she kept hugging my tight legs. "We can play with my action figures and go to the park and so much more", Leah squealed as I heard Mrs. Clemente chuckle at Leah's lov
His eyes showed a strong blue, his lips a light pink, and his eyes oh I just always came back to them. His blue pearl eyes traced mine as I admired each one of his features. His shaggy hair, along with each bristle of brown hair. He was hot and our moments where he tested and challenged me were even hotter. He slowly leaned his head in. My moment was coming, it was my moment and to believe I actually wanted it. I lifted my head just a bit, I wanted the whole deal. Fireworks and butterflies filling my stomach. "ooo", a tiny voice echoed as Nolan raised his head and quickly got off me. There go my fireworks, bye-bye. I peeked at the door and saw Leah, standing there with a smile and teddy close to her chest. "Leah", Nolan looked disappointed, the feeling was mutual, buddy. His head went straight into his hands as he brushed his luscious brown locks. "What, mommy told me to call you for dessert", she said not making the situation any better. I wanted the experience of a first kiss, w
Dessert, my favorite food group, the brownies, cakes, all the funky ways you can introduce chocolate. Platters after platters, filled with cookie assortments, brownie stacks, and cakes that go as high as the diamond chandelier. This wasn't just your average stop at the bakery, this was the whole frickin bakery. My eyes dazed as I felt overwhelmed by all the new colors and sweets that were ready to dive into my stomach. "You look dazed", I didn't even notice Nolan standing there, watching me fantasize about sweets. I nervously laughed, waiting for him to either stop staring or for me to step on his expensive shoes. "I could make you feel that way, every night", he whispered into my ear leaving me crippling inside. He didn't have a right to say that to mess with my love for cake, not everything's about him. We may be married by law, but never for love. I couldn't stand him. "That's why I have my desserts, not everything's about you Clementé", it was true, he seemed like the world re
I wished I didn't have baggage.I wished I didn't have to worry about being publicly shamed. I wished I didn't have to worry about whether my sister was going to have a meal, while I ate plenty. I wished I didn't have rules, I wished that I ran a long time ago. I wished I could tell someone, every little issue bugging me.And as I watched Nolan play on the field with the little boys, I wished he could be that person, I wanted him to be.But at the end of the day I couldn't be that person that he wanted me to be, he had introduced me to his whole world, his family, his friends and I had no one and nothing that I was proud of.I frantically paced the small garden surrounded by grape bushes, my fingers curled in my hand feeling almost numb. I ran my hands along the soft white stone that outlined statues of Greek gods and goddesses."Hey you okay?", a male, older voice said from the vineyards as I looked out at Alison and Clay talking a walk through the vines of grapes."Yes, just n
"A date, HE ASKED YOU ON A DATE", Avery squealed as I told her to hush down because her voice echoed throughout the building."It's better than him ignoring me", she didn't hear my ecstatic voice and took a seat next to me."Isn't that weird, him and I dating while we're married?", I asked her, sharing a constant fear in my mind. I wasn't worried about what others would say, but how would I talk to him about it, like we're married but dating, how does that happen, we're already "commuted until death do us part" so how does this make a difference."My mom and dad go on dates all the time, just think of it like you are dating with rings, or just remember you can break up with him any second, just your break up includes more papers", she tried calming me down, which only made me freak out that maybe this was the last straw before he divorced me."You're not making me feel better", I chuckled at her attempt to soothe my bothered mind."I mean he likes you, so don't worry ", she tried