Nathan climbed on top of me, increasing the pressure he was putting on my mouth. I could feel the warmth of his soul from how hard our mouths were pressed together. His tongue was so deep and active in my mouth that I couldn’t complain about not feeling it all at once. I had requested to learn something else, but the one I received was adequate.
His passion grew with every passing second. He rubbed his lower body, especially his prominent erect member, which pulsated with excitement against my body. Even though I enjoyed every bit of it, I refrained from touching him. Only a few moments ago, he had expressed his gloominess, and now he was kissing me. Without a doubt, it had more to do with finding a distraction from his current problems than feeling a close connection with me because I had volunteered to listen to his problems.
“I can’t do this,” said Nathan, breaking the kiss as expected. He fell to the other and sighed exasperatedly. “My body seems prepared for it, but my brain keeps drifting elsewhere. Gosh, I am such a pathetic loser for allowing meaningless emotions to affect my well-being.”
“No. You’re not.” I rubbed his arm gently to help him process his feelings. “It’s okay to feel other low emotions. Do you feel awful about being angry? No, right? It’s a valid response for you in those situations. Similarly, feeling sad is your mind’s appropriate response in this situation. You must listen to yourself and act accordingly.”
Nathan rubbed his eyes. “Amelia, you’re making it sound like I have never felt sadness before. I have been upset over many things, but this is different. You wouldn’t understand how my father made me feel. He said some nasty things that no one expects to hear from a parent. He has been mad at me many times, but this time he crossed a limit.”
“What did he say?” I inquired. I feared it had something to do with Mary Sinclair’s unfaithfulness. No person wanted their father to accuse their mother of being a whore.
“Only the worst thing possible.” Nathan stared at the ceiling, laying as still as an emotionless corpse. “He said I was selfish and had no regard for my parent’s wishes. He also said if I can’t help him in the family business, the least I can do is give them the joy of a new heir.”
“Oh.” I tightly closed my lips. It was not as bad as Nathan had made it seem to be. Also, it astonished me how Mr. Sinclair had waited so many years before calling his spoiled son selfish. A regular person hears similar insults from their parents at least a million times in their lifetime.
“Was there more?” I confirmed before judging him too harshly or declaring him the most spoilt person on Earth.
Nathan seemed disappointed by my relaxed response. “Did you not hear what I said? What kind of father says that to his son? I suppose only the ones who have found a mistress and wish to abandon their family. He can leave me and my mother and have many more children. I am not his last option.” I stifled a giggle with all I had. Even though I didn’t want to come off as rude, my body was betraying me. In the end, I had to put my hands over my mouth to suppress my rude yet understandable amusement. “You find my misery amusing?” Nathan snapped.
“No.” I shook my head aggressively with my hand still over my mouth. I had to remind myself of the saddest things to stop my laughter. After successfully controlling it, I spoke again. “I promise I wasn’t laughing at you. It flashed some grim memories from the past. These are very common insults for me. When I told my father about wanting to be with my ex, he said a lot more than that. He called me a whore and him a pimp. He also said he wished I had never been born and that I was a disgrace to the family. It doesn’t end there as he also cursed me and wished me death and misery.” I looked away, knowing it was only a portion of what he had said. I was too ashamed to share more.
The sheer shock on Nathan’s face was quite apparent. “And what did you do about that? Because I have told my father that I would never see his face again after what he had said.”
“Nathan.” I pressed my thumb on his wrist. “I left silently during the night and married that guy anyway. My father was right about him. Sometimes, our parents can get harsh, but they only want the best for us. It’s okay to listen to them sometimes. They raise us with so many expectations. We need to give them at least something in return. It wouldn’t kill us if we listened to them once. Your father is a great man. His face was beaming with happiness to hear about your engagement. He treated me kindly, and I think you should do as he says.”
“In my case, it’s not possible. He should make a reasonable request the next time before expecting me to say yes straight away,” said Nathan, standing firm on his decision to do as he wished.
“Come on. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if you say yes,” I pushed him, forgetting his father’s demand.
Nathan narrowed his eyes at me. “Amelia, do you realize that what he wants also affects you? He wants us to give him a grandchild. Are you ready to become the mother of the child of a man you have just met? Are you willing to sacrifice your plan for someone else? Do you realize that having a child will forever connect us? Even if we choose not to go through the wedding or get a divorce later on, you shall be forced to see me for the rest of your life.”
He had brought my attention to my excellent points, but as I was in my problem-solving mode, I paid no attention. “Yes, if that’s what it takes to make your parents happy, I am ready to get pregnant by you.”