Chapter Fourteen

As soon as the engine fires up I had an adrenaline rush as I drove down the road. The smooth sound of the engine paired beautifully with the soft music playing from the radio. I hadn't driven a small car since my driving test but even that car was not as powerful as this one.

No wonder Nate loves this car. The ride was short-lived because I could just see a massive sign with the letters Tesco written on it.

Jackpot.

I quickly find a parking space and jump out of the car, not forgetting to lock it obviously. I don't want Nate's car to be stolen because that would mean the hole that I've been digging for myself all morning would have been enormous by now.

I decided to not waste too much time here because God knows Nate might come home early. He has the act for being unpredictable.

I speedily make my way through each aisle and pick out the necessary foods and put them into the trolley.

I want to make something that I grew up loving not only because it's literally the only thing I know how to cook but because of its a traditional family recipe that the men in the family seem to love. We are just waiting for Eaton to be old enough so that he could try it and hopefully love it too.

Nothing makes me more excited than watching Eaton growing up.

Chicken and Chorizo stew is probably one of the meals that I grew up loving, my grandma could make the best so I'm going to use her recipe to hopefully impress Nate tonight. She would be proud of me.

I can cook other stuff as well, but I wouldn't say that I'm an amazing cook. I stopped cooking classes when I was in school and moved straight onto business classes and sports clubs instead.

After I was sure that I had everything, I needed I headed straight for the cashier with my trolley in tow.

The woman was really nice and even though she knew exactly who I was she didn't make it that obvious, but after a while, she said that she didn't believe all the rumors about me online and in the media.

I was happy that someone believed me instead of what they read online.

As I made my way back to the car, I lifted my head to see but I really wished I didn't because I was faced with a surprised Tammy and a smirking George. They both looked from me to the car I'm currently loading the bags into.

I tried to find an excuse that I could tell them to why I'm driving such a beautiful car, but I reach no end because there isn't one that could actually be a valid reason as to why. No doubt George already knows that this is Nate's car. Which is probably why he's smirking right now.

"Loretta!" Tammy says surprised, she closes the door to their car and rounds the Audi with a predatory gaze.

My heart beat rapidly against my chest. Am I in shit or am I in shit shit? God knows I don't have a clue how I am going to get out of this.

My eyes move to George when I see him moving. Alarm bells ring inside my head when I see him advancing towards his phone. I try and reach out to him, but he quickly pulls away before I even got within a couple centimeters.

"Uh-uh Ratty, he has to know that his car has been stolen," he says grinning whilst he taps wildly on the screen.

"Stolen! he's my boyfriend you Idiot," I say glaring at him.

"So, he's asked you to be his girlfriend because if that's the case then this is fine,” Tammy smiles at me. I frowned at her.

"Oh, come on, he doesn't have to ask me. We aren't in school anymore," I say closing the boot of the car finally. I can see George shaking his head in the corner of my eye and also Tammy's surprised face as she registers my words.

But they're right. Technically we're not back together. He didn't ask me. Now that I think about it, this was a horrible idea.

"Unbelievable, I can't believe you took his Audi, Loretta. That’s his pride and joy," George casually popped his phone back in his pocket and leaned against his car. Thank God, I hope he hasn't dropped a message to Nate. Because I'm pretty sure Nate would be over in less than 5 minutes.

Or he could just take it as nothing because that's how much he cares for me. He wouldn't be angry at the fact I stole his keys and drove his car just to do groceries. I didn't even think about taking a bus or grabbing an uber.

But after that scary story about those fake uber I'm glad I didn't. To think that people are just pretending to be uber drivers scares the crap out of me. It's the kind of thing you try and make sure your mother never hears about. It's bound to make her come over and pack my bags.

I don't really want to go back to living with my parents.

"Pride and joy, he has a Lambo in the garage, don't tell me he loves this thing more,” the shocked look on both of their faces amuses me for a second.

"I'm not that close to Nate and I barely know him but I'm pretty sure he would be very angry that you referred to his pride and joy as THIS"

I'm not even exaggerating; she practically screamed the last word out. Just for that extra emphasis.

"Ladies, ladies as much as I'd love to keep chatting Nate gets off at 8:00 and it's already half 6 so now would be the good time to be "

My eyes widen at his words. I'm used to Nate's hot temper by now, so I don't even bother saying goodbye to them. I rush into the driver's seat and drive out of the car park.

I beeped at them as I passed them. I was leaving but they were just heading in. They probably needed to shop since they just arrived from their beautiful honeymoon that still has me jealous with envy.

A girl can dream right.

I had to take a moment to thank my father upstairs for making sure I didn't crash Nate's car, that would be one hell of a story for the media to delve into.

Jesus really took the wheel.

I couldn't waste time. I practically ran into the apartment and started to cook the meal that hopefully, Nate will enjoy. I nearly had a heart attack when I couldn't find the chicken. For a moment I thought that I forgot to buy the chicken but luckily, I didn't. The stress was really eating at me.

The preparations for the meal were done in surprisingly good time. I was beyond impressed with the time and the quality of the food because I really didn't have a lot of time to get ready before Nate was bound to arrive.

I rushed upstairs finding something to wear, I decided to wear a simple black dress that accentuated my curves. I even put on some sexy lingerie just in case Nate barges through his apartment and calls me every name under the sun for taking his car.

Maybe I could distract him a little bit. Hopefully he never finds out, I'm hoping that George hasn't spilled any information about seeing me with Nate's car.

I can hope all I want but I bet he already fucking knows, and I am probably in some deep shit as we speak.

I managed to have myself ready with a few minutes spare before I saw Nate's car entering the driveway.

Nate steps out looking exhausted from work. His suit jack no longer looked sharp, no doubt it had been removed and put back on several times. I noticed the mark I had left this morning was showing, even clearer now that he had loosened his tie.

I waited at the door for him.

"Loretta, going somewhere?", he asks, removing his suit jacket from his broad shoulders.

"Nope,” I answer him. I take a step to the side so Nate can finally walk into his apartment. He slowly walks in with his bag in tow.

As I watch him make his way further into his apartment, I really start to notice how tired he really is. It takes a while before I even think logically.

"Here let me", I say and take the bag from his hands and toss it somewhere on the sofa. Nate watches the movement carefully before turning and walking into the kitchen.

"You cooked, then", he says more like a statement than a question. Nate advances towards the cooker and takes the wooden spoon and tastes the sauce by bringing it up to his lips.

I try to not stare at the action too much. so, I busy myself with grabbing a bottle of wine from the wine rack that hangs above the kitchen island.

"How is it?" I ask, attempting to unscrew the cork. Nate obviously sees my struggle because he's suddenly standing behind me. He takes the bottle from my hands and successfully opens up the bottle with no added effort.

"Why don't you try it," he says, placing the bottle down on the table. I turn to go and do exactly that, taste it but Nate's hand stops me by wrapping his finger round my wrist, the sharp action causes me to stumble and fall more into his chest.

"No, here" at first, I was confused but when his lips were suddenly on mine, all questions flew out of my head, and all I can think of is his lips moving against mine.

"Delicious right?" he takes a step back smiling at me through those tired eyes. Maybe tonight isn't the night for what I originally had planned because Nate looks exhausted and I'm pretty sure once Nate hits the bed he will be knocked out.

"Come on let's go eat ''. I reach for his hand and pull him along with me as I make my way into the next room where I had just previously decorated making sure it's simple yet romantic, because I wanted to create that kind of feel for us tonight.

"Why do I feel like I’m being forced tonight, is there something you want Loretta?" Nate successfully managed to turn me round so I was facing him, and I couldn't help but smile at the genuine tone of his voice.

He knows exactly what I want but we both know that's not going to happen tonight.

"Just sit, Mr. Tesoro '' Nate's eyes shoot up to meet mine when I say his formal name like that. I send him a wink before turning and heading back into the kitchen where I can grab the food for the meal, I planned for us.

When I arrived back at the dining room Nate had his phone in his hand and he was casually sipping from his glass of wine.

I didn't take much notice of what he was doing because I was too busy dishing out the food onto the plates but when I sat down and looked at Nate's face, I suddenly became very nervous and clearly struggled to breath because the look he was giving me said it all.

"How was your day?" I ask him hopefully a normal conversation would ease the tension away from the elephant in the room.

"How was your day? you're really going to make small talk right now" he casts his eyes down grinning slightly.

It was worth a try. I don't say anything though I just shrug my shoulders before picking up my knife and fork.

"You want to tell me why there are pictures online of you driving my car around the streets of London, Loretta?" he says locking his phone and placing it down on the table.

I hope that's a rhetorical question because I really don't feel like answering it.

I didn't know what else to do in this situation, so I took my fork and jab into the middle of a piece of chicken, and because I'm so ladylike, I shoved it in my mouth.

The smirk is evident on his face. Does that mean he's angry or amused? Nate's not giving me any clues here and it's fucking frustrating.

After a few seconds I cracked. Blurting out that I took his car without his consent and drove it.

Let's be honest here how in the hell am I supposed to keep a straight face with that handsome man staring at me like that I mean I don't have that much self-restraint.

"You didn't have to keep it a secret and if you asked, I would have said yes," Nate says getting up from his seat. I find that impossible to believe.

"Really you would have let me" I query him, I notice his lips curving up into a smile. Don't get me wrong I can be stupid but I'm not ignorant I know bullshit when I hear it.

"No Nate you would have sent your driver round to pick me up and be treated like a fucking princess" I didn't mean it to come out that strongly, but it just happened. I think I was too anxious about how he would honestly react and the pressure I was on that I just caved in and snapped.

Nate's eyes snapped up to mine with our plates in his hands, gone with the silly attitude and the smiles he was angry at me.

Fucking hell why do I always make him angry. I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut. This morning I was praising how we hadn't gotten in an argument in the last few days.

"A princess, is that what you think, I'm sorry if I'd prefer to have a driver safely take you to where you want to go." With those words said he turns sharply and walks into the kitchen space and dumps the contents in the sink before spraying water all over them. The sickening sound of the plates hitting the sink made my wince.

From my seat, I can see the back of Nate, he stands behind the sink with his hands holding onto the rims of the table. I knew he was tired, yet I had to go and open my big mouth and make him even more stressed.

He rolls his head back and even from this distance I can hear the cracks that he's making with just the simple movement.

Sighing I get up from my seat and shove my heels off my feet because they're practically useless if I'm just staying inside and I want to be comfortable.

Slowly I tread my way over to him. He turns his head to the right slightly so I'm guessing he knows I'm coming but he doesn't move, he doesn't even turn around. Just stays there not moving.

"I'm sorry," I said to him. I slipped my hands through his arms and wrapped them around his body. My face was placed on his back, and we just stood there, feeling each other’s touch.

Nate suddenly turns around so now I'm facing his chest and I notice the rapid movements as he breathes deeply, in and out.

"I'm sorry for taking the car, for lying and for lashing out just then, I just wanted to treat you Nate" I finally looking up into his eyes as I said the last part. It doesn't take him long before I'm lifted in the air.

Nate has my waist secured in his strong hands and he turns back around and sits me on the counter in the kitchen. My heart picks up speed as his eyes connect with mine and he drops his gaze to my lips which are still red from all the wine.

"Stop apologizing, Loretta. I don't care about my car. You were the only thing I was busting my ass over here for. Seeing you waiting for me in this fucking dress," he said, pinching the material with his fingers, "has been driving me crazy."

He takes his thumb and places it just below my chin before pushing it up, his lips are immediately kissing my throat. I swallow hard which mixed with Nate's tongue sends my eyes rolling back. His hands are already pushing me further onto the counter and he bunches up the material and pushes it further up my chest.

I thought he was tired but right now he looks anything but tired. I grab a hold of his hair and pull it away from my throat. A throaty moan escapes his mouth and I smile before kissing him on the lips.

I'm hungry for his lips on mine on my body sending me sparks right to my core where I need him the most.

Nate eagerly kisses me back and I busy my hands with ripping his shirt off his shoulders. The buttons fly across the room, and I let out a giggle when he breaks apart and stares at me shocked.

"Fucking drunk with your kisses Loretta I'm going to need to feel you tonight, all of you" he says leaning on the table slightly. I move my hips against his practically forcing him on my core. I want to feel every ounce of him.

"I've been waiting for you, but this can wait, you must be tire..." I couldn't even finish my sentence because he grabs my throat roughly making me stare at him through his brown lust filled eyes.

"You better shut the fuck up before I bury deep inside that mouth Loretta" I moan out at his words and his rough actions.

I'm a fucking freak when it comes to Nate it's something about his aroma and his rough hands on me that drive me crazy and make me crave him.

"I'm mentally tired but physically I could go on all night" he whispers before kissing my lips roughly and then proceeding to run his lips down the valley of my breasts. "Fuck, you know what this sexy shit does to me" he grabs my nipple through the thin lace material.

"Why do you think I have it on Nate, the food wasn't your treat," I say seductively in his ear before nibbling on it slightly.

That did it for Nate, he grabbed my ass in his hands and carried me off the table and through the apartment. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist as we continued to kiss each other with urgency and love.

I can never get enough of his kisses. His tongue, his occasional bites and licks. It's all like a drug that I'm addicted to.

We make it to his bedroom, and he throws me on the bed. I bounce slightly but he wraps his hands around my thighs slamming me down back onto the bed.

He gets in between my legs and kisses my lips for a few moments before trailing his lips down my body and stopping just above my sexy thong that I picked out to show off my curves.

My body moves on its own accord when I feel the wetness of my tongue licking at the skin just above my core. He takes his fingers and reaches the straps and successfully unclips it so now I'm naked all for him to see.

When I thought I would finally feel his lips and tongue on my core. I feel nothing. He's completely stopped and now he's got his head leaning on the bed next to my hips.

I jerk up and look at him wondering what's happened.

"How could you forgive me after what I did,” he surprises me by completely getting off the bed.

"I fucking did that and you're here dressing fucking sexy for me and letting me touch you,” he lowers his voice. But he doesn't touch me.

But I want him too. 

"Nate, we talked about this we both know that you didn't mean to hurt me. I know the real you I know that you would never intentionally hurt me,” I say in a Soft voice as I cradle his jaw "Now if you don't get back here and finish what you started, I'm going to walk out of this place naked,” A dark glint flashed in his eyes and I'm guessing he didn't like that at all.

"The fuck you are,” he growls. Yes growls.

"You want this huh?" he says moving his lips across my core no tongue just his lips. I couldn't take it any longer I got so fucking hot I pushed his head down onto my lips. And made him kiss me there where I felt the most pleasure.

He had no other choice but to start kissing me down there with tongue this time. The moans that were coming out of my mouth were so foreign I couldn't believe it.

After a few minutes of pleasure, he lifts his head and crawls back up to me and gives me a taste of myself. It's probably the hottest thing and dirtiest thing I've ever done.

He starts to kiss me deep and fast. I can feel his lips tugging at my tongue before sucking on it.

Am I French kissing? I've never done this before, but fuck, it's hot.

I didn't even realize it but suddenly I could feel his hard member at my core. He was stroking me down there and God I forgot how big he was.

"You want this right, you want me deep inside of you,” he groans, reaching down and rubbing me slightly with his long fingers.

"Yes, fuck Nate,” I moan.

"I like it when you moan my name. No nicknames that mean shit all just my name."

All this talking got me so frustrated.

"Are you just going to keep talking or what?" Even without looking I know he's got that goddamn smirk on his lips.

"As requested," he grinds down on me before I feel him at my entrance.

"I fucking love you my sweet feisty Loretta" and then he was plunging deep inside of me. I could hear his grunts of pleasure. The pain mixed with pleasure was clear as day. And I loved it.

"Move for me,” he says in the mix of our bodies joining as one. His member stretched me "As requested,” I manage to say a hint of humor in my voice. My left breast suddenly stings from the slap he sent my way.

"I dare you baby, joke with me again," he says, his voice much darker as he paused at his thrusts. It gave me a chance to breathe deeply and enjoy him filling me, letting me feel every inch of him. But that didn't last long as Nate's hand reached my neck, gently choking me as he pushed in me again.

With every thrust I wondered why I waited so long to have him again. I must be delusional.