Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve

James was extremely pleased with the photos he got from today. Me and Nate ended up staying around and being a big part in the whole campaign. Brandon was more than happy with the results. When the other models left, I was rushed into a dressing room to get changed.

" Okay, Loretta just be natural with Nate" The photographer called out to me as I walked out to where Nate was. Nate grabbed my wrist and pulled me close.

I glared at him, but he simply shrugged. He really didn't care.

"Nate can you look over at the camera, I know she is beautiful, but this is work" Brandon laughed as he stared over at us. Nate kept touching me and looking at me. His eyes were looking deep into my eyes making me feel shy and want to look down.

Nate grumbled but did as he was told.

" Now Loretta, please walk up to Nate and grab the edges of his suit and pull him towards you" I stood at the other end of the room. Nate was leant up against the wall. A hairstylist redoing his hair from earlier when I was running my hands through it.

I don't know if anyone else could notice it but there was some extreme sexual tension in this room between me and Nate. I was only supposed to grab Nate's blazer, but I desperately wanted to pull him further and kiss him. Taste his lips that I craved.

" I couldn't have asked for more Loretta so beautiful, and Nate as always it has been a pleasure" me and Nate stood outside with Brandon. We had finished just in time for us to get back to London.

Nate needed to get back to work and so did I, but I had enjoyed the time we spent here and was happy that I had decided to come.

"You bought all this?" Nate exclaims carrying about 5 huge bags into the back of the car.

I roll my eyes at his effort to sound irritated at me. "In my defense Nate, I got all this for free it is basically like getting a goody bag." I peer at the extra 3 bags Nate's driver carries out from the building. "Okay maybe multiple goody bags."

He just shakes his head at me and climbs into the backseat followed by myself. A lot of the brands that were at the show yesterday sent me tons of their stuff to test out since I am a blogger, they had hoped that I would use them and promote them, therefore, benefiting them.

As we drive towards the station the car was suddenly filled with silence. Nate was busy on his phone probably dealing with business. And I was too busy stressing about what's next for myself and Nate.

They're things we still need to discuss and also, I just don't know what's next for us I mean Nate isn't getting any younger and I'm just scared that he wants to settle down where I'm just not ready for that yet. I know that it is too early to be thinking about that. But it still crossed my mind.

After a long 20 minutes, we arrive at the train station, we change vehicles so now I'm sitting in my car with Nate but not his driver because frankly who would want to be stuck in a small car with the serious tension hanging in the air.

The great thing about the Eurostar is that you can basically ride the train but still be able to sit in the comfort of your own car.

I got to the point that I was finally able to relax with Nate next to me only for my peace to be annihilated as Nate's driver popped his head to my side and placed a simple gold earring in my palm. "You left this yesterday, it looks very expensive so I thought you might want it back," he says like it's completely sane for him to be saying that right now with Nick next to me.

This could either go one way or the other. The first way is that Nate offers a promotion to his driver because he clearly saved my life by finding my lost earring which he was right it is very expensive and plus it was my mothers.

The other way is that Nate uses his brain and connects the dots when he realizes that he was the one to drive me to the studio where I decided to dress in nothing but my lingerie and a coat which barely covered me up.

Let's just say it was the latter.

"Thanks," I said gritting my teeth. The same time Nate thanks William, "see you in London" he dismisses him before closing the window to the car leaving me to take a big gulp of my own saliva at what's about to come.

I sank in my seat; I wanted the world to swallow me up.

"Look at me" Nate's voice raises as he takes a hold of my thigh squeezing on the skin. I glance at the slight red mark that appears from the pressure.

After numerous times of him telling me to look at him I finally turn my head to meet the angry eyes of Nate as he registers this new information.

" I should be the only one that gets to see you like that Loretta, but fuck you let my driver see you" his eyes burn into mine and I gulp with every time his voice becomes the angrier.

I fidget in my seat "he barely saw Nate" I try to reason with him although it doesn't help the situation anymore because he closes his eyes and rubs the slight stubble on his face.

"He's a man isn't he Of course he saw, you're fucking stunning and mine at that,” he bellows out loud, loud enough that I had to look around just in case anyone heard Nate's loud voice.

Media would have a field time with this but luckily, we were alone.

His words hit me hard and a sensation travels to my core causing me to tighten my legs together.

Nate notices this because he quickly slips his hand between my thighs and pulls them apart from each other.

"I am not anyone's Nate. If he wanted to see let him, nothing would have happened" I snapped. I meant what I said before, I wouldn't let him control me.

My seatbelt is suddenly snapped off and I'm being hauled over Nate's lap in an instant.

I knew it was a bad move to say that or even attempt to say it, but I just love teasing him, in a twisted way that makes me want to be punished by Nate because I didn't get what I came for earlier. Call me a tease I don't care, that's what I am.

Nate seemed to be punishing me by simply having me on his lap. My legs spread over his thighs. I could feel him under me, teasing me. Nate's annoying smirk was driving me crazy.

I was relieved when we arrived back in London. I jumped off his lap as quickly as I could. Nate's laughter had me turning on my heel before walking into the station towards a Starbucks. I raised my middle finger at him and quickly ran inside the Starbucks leaving him to just watch my back. Watch me walk away from him.

I had felt very proud with how I left Nate out there gawking at my back, but as I glanced at the door I saw Nate glaring at me. I started to regret my decision entirely.

I really thought I would be safe in a public cafe but boy was I wrong. Nate came into Starbucks with a pissed off look and once his eyes landed on mine, he made a straight line towards me and lifted me from my legs and hauled me over his shoulder.

"Your drink Loretta," one of the baristas called out to me. My latte would have to wait, especially when I have this brooding man carry me out with such determination.

Nate didn't stop, he continued to walk out and back to the car. The place was full so pretty much everyone was looking at us, staring. Some were looking in disgust whereas others they were just plain laughing at me, laughing at my misery. I decided the best thing for me to do was keep my mouth shut.

Otherwise, I'd be making a big scene with Nate, and it would definitely be on the news the following morning.

Nate walked back out to the station and didn't stop to talk or sign any autographs mainly because he had me over his shoulder. But that's beside the point.

As I finally was placed on my very own two feet, I made a move to sit in the back seat, but Nate just stands with the passenger side door open waiting for me to get in it and by the look on his face who am I to object.

"Good girl," he says in a hard tone before shutting the door behind me. The sound and vibration of the door slamming shut made me flinch.

Nate runs over to his side and climbs inside with such ease before starting up the engine and leaving the station in a rush, probably to get home and finally release his anger on me.

I'm either really sick or just plain freaky because excitement rushes through me at the thought of Nate releasing his anger that he has within him.

Fucking sick Loretta, that's what you are.

Nate drove through the city at high speed that was almost in sync with the way my heart was beating.

The silence made it almost impossible for me to be relaxed and judging by the hard look on Nate's face I knew he felt the same. His anger was only fueled by the obvious tension between us, we were running on fumes and at this point, Nate was going to be the first one to snap.

As we turn left into a quiet street, I start to notice the familiar buildings and signs that lead us to Nate's apartment. He finally pulls into the driveway and shuts the engine off so now there is a deadly silence rather than the calming sound of the engine accompanying us.

"You take one step into that door, and I promise you, you won't leave," he says this without looking at me. His voice has a roughness to it which makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

His fingers wrap around the steering wheel, and I can start to see them turning white.

I don't focus my eyes on his hands for much longer because without a second to waste I open the doors and start to make my way to the entrance of the building. Nate's heavy footsteps can be heard behind me, he punches in the code which releases the lock on the door.

I push my way through, trying to recognize the furniture. Since it's pitch black, I can't see a single thing. The lights suddenly come on and I can clearly see the interior design of the apartment that Nate is known for.

Before fully walking in I kick off my heels and let my feet actually breath. Those heels may look pretty, but goddamn it, they hurt.

Men are so lucky.

"Loretta, we need to talk,” Nate says as he walks into the kitchen. I had suddenly found the urge to eat, I made my way around the kitchen island and looked inside his fridge for a small snack. Nate has also deprived me of coffee so I put his high-tech coffee maker to good use.

"About what?" I said nonchalantly as I nibbled on a flapjack bar I found.

"Us,” he simply replies. I turn to and Nate stands directly behind me, he has this saddened look on his face. I don't really know how to react.

" Okay," With those words Nate was already pulling me into the adjoining sitting area where there was a large L shaped sofa. That was just begging for some attention.

When we reached the sofa, I was pulled into Nate's lap. He secured his arms around my waist and pulling me back further.

" I don't want to rush things Nate, yes I want to be with you but we're still young and I would like to take things slow" I blurt out without even realizing it. I had to refrain myself from slapping my hand directly on my mouth.

Nate's light chuckle makes me go red slightly. "All in good time baby, we will go as fast or slow as you want as long as we are both comfortable,” he adds making my insides turn to jelly at his new nickname for me.

In all honesty, he always just called me by my name.

But you can't blame me, Nate says my name in a way that has me wanting to give myself to him. The roll of his tongue as he says it.

"I know I hurt you, Loretta. I know that I have a long way to go before you truly trust me, but I want you to know that all I ever want is to keep you safe and I am sorry for pushing you away." He turned my head slightly, so I faced him, and I’m forced to look into his eyes.

"I'm prepared to do what it takes because I can’t, and I won't, move on. You are it for me, Loretta."

As cheesy as it sounds it's all I've ever wanted to hear from someone who holds a piece of my heart.

"Please Loretta, give me something,” he held my face in his big hands, forcing me to look at him.

I just stare blankly at him, not an emotion present yet. The more I look into Nate's eyes the more I become vulnerable to him, his big brown orbs have a weird way of changing my whole outlook.

I properly climb on his lap almost like a straddling position. After linking my hands around his neck. I do the thing that will definitely answer Nate with just the right amount of persuasion.

I leant in brushing my lips over his. He didn't react at first and I knew that he was waiting for me. I coaxed his lips to part for mine. The slight twitch of his lips had me smiling as I knew he was desperately wanting to kiss me. I admire his resistance.

I slid my hand up his back and gripped his neck. I continued to move my lips; I pushed my tongue to find his. A deep groan broke from Nate's throat which had me involuntarily grind against him.

Finally, Nate moved his lips with mine. He rested his forehead on mine. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he whispered before leaning back and pulling me in for a deeper, more sensual kiss.

"Greedy for you," I whispered back.