KATE
We were back at his house. I took a long, hot shower and thanked him for not forcing a conversation, at least not yet. I put on one of his shirts and poured myself a glass of wine from his cellar. I sat in front of the huge windows that I loved, watching a light rain begin to fall. It was a beautiful Saturday. Maybe I should go home, read a book, or watch TV until I fall asleep.
Was he working on a Saturday? What else could he be doing in that office?
"Are you drinking wine this early in the morning?" he asked.
He was standing by the wall next to the office door, shirtless. I looked away to avoid temptation.
"Is it forbidden?" I replied.
"Maryan will prepare our breakfast soon. I'm going to take a shower, but first, I want to talk."
"I don't want to," I said.
I dropped the glass on the floor.
"But we need to. You're upset," he insisted.
"There's nothing you can do about it. It's my problem
KATEI woke up around two o'clock, I was very tired lately, it must have been because of the stress of everything I was going through. Getting back together with Nathan, discovering about his past, saying "I love you" alone, his family, and the work trip I was going to take. It was a lot to handle.He didn't want to talk about the past, and we hadn't touched the subject of 'I love you' yet. Just thinking about it made me feel embarrassed. Why did I say that? My face frowned just remembering it.I loved him. I could admit it to myself now without feeling bad; it was even liberating. I just didn't need to have it come out of my mouth. Damn it. We had just gotten back together and I had already burdened him.Maybe he didn't love me. He said he was in love; maybe it was too soon to love me. That's all right, Kate. Forget about it, Kate.At least he agreed to my trip to Vancouver. But there was still this thing about the trip with his family. It w
KATE"Wow..." I said as the host led us to the private area in the rooftop-style restaurant with a nighttime view of Manhattan."Thank you," Nathan said to the man, dismissing him. I approached the balcony, feeling the cool breeze on my face. A reservation at this place must have cost a fortune."Do you like it?" He asked, pressing his body against my back.I closed my eyes, feeling his scent as he placed his hands on either side of my hips."The view is beautiful.""If I could stop thinking that you're not wearing anything under that dress, I think I would too," he whispered in my ear. "I wish I had a mirror in my shoe right now," he said, making me look down.I laughed when I understood."Pervert.""Come on. Let's sit down." He guided me to one of the sofas, and we both sat down."What are you in the mood to eat?" I asked, picking up a menu.He didn't answer, causing me to lift my face to look at him. His
KATEHe did it again. He used sex to distract me. We needed to talk. We have a lot to talk about. And why did I feel like he was hiding something from me? What could be so bad about his past that he didn't want to tell me?*More talk and less sex, Kate. *When I came back, he had left the couch and was sitting at the table, waiting for me. Giving me an orgasm wouldn't change the fact that he was keeping things from me. It would only make me forget momentarily. I sat down with a stern face."What happened to that smile?" he asked, raising an eyebrow."I know what you did. But you're smart enough to know that you're only delaying the inevitable.""No 'thank you'?""Do you really want to provoke me right now?""No. I want to fuck you."Hearing him say those words was enough to make my body react. Staring at him became almost impossible, forcing me to look at my fingers.
KATE"Nathan...""Did you hear?" He slowly circled his middle finger over my clitoris. "I love being the owner of this pussy..."Holy shit. He was going to make me come just with his words. I moaned his name in response."And I'm the only one who can do whatever I want with her." He slid two fingers inside, thrusting forcefully.My legs weakened, and he lifted me, spinning us around and pressing me against the wall. I screamed as he continued fucking me hard with his fingers before stopping. I opened my eyes.He removed his soaked fingers from me and brought them to his mouth, sucking. He groaned in approval with his eyes closed and an expression of agony."You drive me crazy. I need to taste you," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.I nodded."Please.""Ah, baby... you don't need to beg," he said before lifting me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was already dizzy.I watched as he picked up the box and then carried me to his room.Placing me on the bed, he left th
KATE He returned to the room about ten minutes later. I took the opportunity to search for my phone, check my messages, and also send a threatening message to Lisa and Mary. I wouldn't let them know yet how wonderful the gift had been, in a way. "Ready?" He looked at me, standing in the doorway. "Yes." I left my phone on the nightstand and crawled to the edge of the bed. "Do you need help?" he asked. I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. "Well, I think my legs still work. Thanks." "You think?" "Don't be so presumptuous." "I won't argue, Collins. It's just necessary to look at you," he said before entering the bathroom. "You know how to compliment a woman." I followed him. He turned off the water in the hot tub, which was already full. "What I did to you was much better than complimenting, don't you think?" "You managed to exhaust me enough to not want to argue, so you must be right." He got into the tub and then reached out to help me. The water felt divine. I wait
KATEI felt a tightness in my chest while watching his expression; whatever he was remembering seemed to hurt."You already know about my diagnosis. It was hell in the first few years. My family helped me as much as they could, and it worked to some extent. I learned to control my emotions, most of the time." He avoided looking directly into my eyes, gazing at some corner instead. "I searched for many ways to channel my anger. Sex ended up being one of them, as you already know. Being in control was addictive; it was all I thought I needed. I didn't want to go back to that hell. Not being able to control my emotions and actions. It haunted me and still does; I can't deny it. I'm sorry if I became a controlling asshole. But I need it, even now. The last time I lost control...""It's okay." I touched his face. "I understand.""No, Kate, you don't understand. It could have been worse. It could have been... fatal.""What? What are you talking about?""I hurt someone.""Who?""A submissive
KATE I was about to board the flight to Vancouver, waiting in the lounge next to my boss. Five days. Five days had passed with no message or call from Nathan. My heart was in pieces. He didn't want me anymore. That was the conclusion I reached after all these days. It wasn't just a burst of anger, as I wished; I had really hurt him. What's worse is that it was all my fault. I would never have gotten close to Niels if I had known. I had no idea they were so close; I was just living my life and trying to forget him back then. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, everyone found out about us right after he told me to disappear. On Monday, they published a photo of us on the cover of a gossip magazine, holding hands as we left the restaurant. I wondered why Nathan didn't avoid that. Did he know about it before they published it? If he did, he didn't do anything to stop it. Why? I tried to bury myself in work to try to forget everything that was happening, but I couldn't.
Trigger Warning: Sexual violence.KATEIt's a good idea to drink before an important meeting, Kate. My head was still throbbing even after taking medicine. I could hardly remember anything except for the crying and calling Nathan. At least he didn't answer.The Russian director we were going to discuss the Vancouver Media deal with was named Victor Pavlovich. He was in his forties, and had a strong accent, but seemed amiable.I assisted Harry whenever possible during the long morning meeting. After the events of Saturday, I had even more time to study everything being discussed.Later, we ended up having lunch at a fancy restaurant with Victor and two other Vancouver Media executives. At least business was managing to distract me, even if only a little. We had a pleasant conversation."We should celebrate," Victor said. The man had a prominent nose, slightly large, and blue eye