⚠Warning: Smut alert, lol xD the following part has a sex scene and if you're uncomfortable reading mature scenes, feel free to skip the first half. From the part where you reach this sign ❦ ♥︎ ❦ and onwards is clean.

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I wear the baby pink mini dress I know Nathan likes as I wait for him to arrive. We decided to meet at my place. As I pace up and down the living room, the heels of my slippers clunking loudly against the marble floor, my nerves wreak havoc inside of me.

I have zero ideas about how I'll be breaking this news to him. My lawyer pointed out if the contract becomes public knowledge, whoever is responsible has to pay a shit ton of money, and I'm not ready to lose that amount.

Nathan will be furious, to say the least, so I really can't tell him the real reason. He might go around and spread the actual deal and cause trouble for me.

The doorbell rings, halting me in my track and breaking me free from my spiraling thoughts.

I hurry to the door and fling it open.

Nathan has opted for a casual dark blue shirt and jeans instead of his formal wear earlier today, his hair is a little tousled but he looks handsome as ever. His gaze rakes over my body and his electric blue eyes darken with lust, his pupils dilating to the fullest.

"Gracie," he greets, encircling his arms around my waist and pulling me to himself.

I giggle and kiss him, letting my fingers find their way to his hair as we stumble a few steps backward, into my apartment.

"You're going to drive me crazy," he mumbles against my lips and I softly peck him.

Guilt squeezes my chest but I ignore it and shut the door. "I know you like this dress."

He drops his keys on the coffee table and I trail after him. Once he spins and faces me, Nathan flashes me a wide grin.

I lay my palm on his shoulder, keeping my eyes locked with his as he leans down to me.

"I missed you so much," he gruffly admits, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I know," I murmur, brushing my thumb over his cheek.

His lips trap mine in a heated kiss, his arms pulling me to him as he deepens it, his tongue invading my mouth. We kiss, and bite and pull each other's lips, our hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies.

His hand slips under the hem of my dress that barely reaches my mid-thigh and gives my ass a firm squeeze. I suck his bottom lip and grind myself against his growing bulge, making him groan.

With his help, I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to my bedroom, as we kiss each other ravenously.

Nathan lays me on my soft satin bedsheet and climbs over me, trapping me beneath himself. I pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the side, keeping my legs fixed on his hips, pressing him down to myself.

My body grows hot and needy, my core aching for the promise of the coming pleasure.

His lips attack my neck and collarbone, sliding the flimsy straps of my dress off of my shoulders.

Between the hot open-mouthed kisses and occasional gentle sucking along the length of my neck, he pants, "I missed you so much." His mouth molds over mine, kissing me with a desperation he has been reflecting on recently.

I run my palms over his back, feeling the muscles of his shoulders as they flex with each movement of his arms.

Nathan helps me remove my dress, groaning appreciatively once his eyes land on my bare chest. He unbuckles his jeans and strips naked, before latching his mouth over one of my hardened nipples. His tongue expertly laps around it as his fingers toy with the other nub, making me moan. I reach for his cock, already alert and begging for attention.

I lightly curl my fingers around his shaft and in a feather-light touch, pump my fist up and down, earning a guttural groan.

He moves on to my other nipple and his free hand hooks around my panties, roughly pulling it down and throwing it aside.

"Next time you don't let me fuck you for three weeks, I'll come straight to your office and bend you over your desk and fuck you to oblivion and back, Rae," he gruffly whispers next to my ear. His warm breath sends pleasant shivers down my body as he lightly grazes my earlobe with his teeth.

I moan and situate his throbbing member at my slick wet entrance.

His thumb rubs over my wet folds, my eyes flutter shut and I draw my nails down his back. Soon his finger finds my clit and he begins drawing idle circles, making my toes curl and the sweet pressure build inside of me.

"Nathan please." I buckle my hips.

He chuckles. "Please what, Rae?" He bites my bottom lip and pulls his hand away.

I groan in frustration and glare at him. He flashes me a cheeky grin and I roll my eyes.

I wrap my fingers around his neck and pull him down closer to me and mumble against his lips, "Fuck me to oblivion and back."

My words are all the encouragement he needs. Planting his knees on either side of me, he places himself between my legs, the tip of his shaft brushes against my aching core.

His lips find mine and in one hard stroke, he thrusts into me. I whimper in his mouth, my nails dig into his skin as he stretches and fills me, moving deep within me.

For a long moment, he stays still even though I'm wet enough that I don't need much time to adjust to him. He shifts on the bed and grabs my hips, readjusting my position so he can go deeper.

Once satisfied with our position, he pulls out and rams back into me, hitting a spot deep inside, making me moan and clutch the pillow beside my head.

From there, he picks a steady rhythm, first thrusting slowly, allowing me to match his movements, and meet them with my hips. As the tension in my body begins to build up and I grow more desperate, he picks up his pace, ramming harder and faster into me.

I arch my back, moaning and whimpering, screaming incoherent things as I near my climax, my walls squeezing around him. His breathing becomes heavier but his movements don't slow down.

Each thrust hits the sweet pleasurable spot that has my legs shaking. His fingers dig into the soft skin of my hips as he tightens his hold on me and rams harder and faster into me.

My muscles tense, locking me in place as the pressure grows too much to bear and my body jumps down the cliff, headfirst into my orgasm. I scream his name, pulsating around him, my eyes squeezed shut and seeing stars as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.

I feel him throbbing and twitching in me. His thrusts becoming erratic, panting and cursing in a deep low voice, he finds his peak while in me, as I slowly find my way out of the haze of my climax.

It takes us a few long moments to catch our breaths and as we do so, Nathan crawls on top of me, his blue eyes locking with mine.

"I'm not done with you," he says thickly, kissing me just below my jawline.

I grin and capture his lips with mine.

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I tighten my robe around my body before picking up the plates from the counter and heading out towards the dining table.

A lazy smile is sprawled across Nathan's face as he gazes at the glass wall, overlooking the New York horizon, with skyscrapers, highways, and twinkling lights of the city visible through this vantage point.

I place the plates on the table, one in front of him and one across from him, for me. As I plant myself on the comfortable chair, his eyes zoom in on my chest. I glance down, only to realize my robe has slipped slightly, showcasing a wider range of my cleavage.

I roll my eyes playfully and mumble, "Pervert."

He laughs and grabs my hand. "But you like it when I perve on you." He wiggles his eyebrows and I giggle, shaking my head.

"How was work?" I ask and dig into my food.

Nathan talks about his day before asking about mine. I make sure to avoid mentioning William and the contract as I tell him about mine.

The discussion moves smoothly, our chat never takes an unpleasant turn during our late dinner.

Once we're done and huddled on my beige-colored sofa on the other side of the living room, he drinks his beer while I sip my red wine, enveloped by comfortable silence.

I gaze at him, pondering over how to break this god-awful news to him. Just thinking about it has my heart pounding.

He turns to me, a faint smile dancing on the corners of his mouth. "What?"

I shake my head and drop my gaze to the glass in my hand. "Nothing," I mumble, chickening out of telling him the truth.

He puts his beer on the coffee table and shifts on his seat to face me directly. His fingers reach for my hand and intertwine our fingers. "Come on, don't lie to me."

With a sigh, I lean over and set my wine glass aside, and inhale sharply, sitting straighter. For a moment I study our joined hands. Guilt and shame gnaw my insides, tightening my chest as a thickness settles on the back of my throat.

"Gracie?" he softly calls out, leaning closer to me.

Gingerly, I meet his eyes. "William and Kristian Wright came over to my office today."

"Oh?" He backs away slightly, his posture tensing.

"Kristian proposed to me."

His eyes widen and his mouth hangs open. "What?"

I bite my lip and lift a shoulder, averting my gaze away from him.

He pulls his hand free from me and shifts on his spot. "You rejected him, right?"

The words don't make it to my mouth, they die on my tongue, refusing to come out into the open no matter how hard I push them.

"No," his voice is barely above a whisper.

Hesitantly, I look up.

"You didn't."

"His dad was there... and you know what kind of people they are. Pissing off a Wright is like signing under your own doom."

He jumps to his feet. "You fucking agreed to get married to Kristian Wright?" he thunders.

I rub my temple and nod. Even though I hate lying to him, this is the closest I can go to telling him the truth.

I raise to my feet and he retreats a few steps, putting distance between us.

"How could you? What about me? What about us?" he shouts.

I grimace and clasp my wrist. "I'm sorry."

"You can't be serious." He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair.

"Nathan," I start and take a step to him but he jumps back a stride and I halt.

"We- this," he pauses and waves his hand between us. "Whatever we have... I thought it meant more to you than just-"

"It does," I interrupt him quickly. "Believe me, it does. You know how much I care for you."

He looks at me with incredulity. "Then why did you agree to marry him?" he yells.

"I had no other choice," I weakly say.

Hurt flashes across his features and my heart breaks. I feel myself crumbling under his scrutiny.

"This is what I get?" Nathan stumbles a step backward.

For a heartbeat, Spencer's face on the day I saw him for the last time, in front of the building of that university where we had our presentation, streaks past my vision.

Instant tears spring up to my eyes and burn them.

"I love you," Nathan's voice breaks.

A sharp pang shoots across my heart and a lump forms in my throat. "Nathan."

He shakes his head and takes another step back. "I can't right now." He spins and grabs his keys from the coffee table and hurries out of my apartment.

Silently, I watch him leave. My heart aching and breaking for the guy I've known for my entire life. The person who I know has had a crush on me for the longest, who stood by my side whenever I needed him and was with me during these rough five years.

I just broke his heart.

I flump down on my couch and hold my head between my palms.

He doesn't even know what's the truth. It'll break him and make him hate me.

Why do I always have to be the bad guy in every single person's life I care about?

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