Yes Daddy, I Do (R18)

10

Throughout the ride, Nate doesn't even take his eyes off me and seems to be literally devouring me. We both could hardly keep our hands off each other and that's the problem.

I want to touch him, want to feel him and feel him.

God he turns me on so much.

Just before we get out of the car, Nate puts his hand on my neck and kisses me with such passion and desire that I can feel the fluid in my crotch practically trickle down my leg.

Then the door opens and I'm already blind in the car because of the flashbulbs that greet us.

Nate helps me out, wraps his arm around my waist, and then pauses for pictures. He doesn't change anything about himself, neither his facial expression nor his posture and it looks like he's posing in front of the camera for a magazine. My mouth is watering just from his possessive grip on my waist and his unique looks.

I avert my gaze from him and shortly afterwards feel his green crystals staring at me. There is no better feeling than when he looks at me. I feel so beautiful and uniquely valuable when Nate looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

After standing in front of the cameras for about ten to fifteen minutes, we go into the huge hall and Nate is immediately approached by some friends. He blows a kiss on my temple and then disappears with his colleagues. I look after him longingly, enjoy his dominant departure and then go in search of my best friend and my brother.

I find her with the hosts a short time later and say hello to the Hilton family before the three of us get a glass of champagne.

"What do you think of Nate, Hollywood?" I ask, smiling, looking at him.

"He's okay, I'll have a few more talks with him and then we'll see." He replies and winks at me.

I breathe a sigh of relief, because I really don't need a tense mood this evening.

But, just as I am thanking my dear fate for that, a blonde taps me, whose uniquely beautiful face takes my breath away.

Her full lips are a matte red and her blue eyes sparkle through her thick lashes. Her body is wrapped in a red dress and yet she radiates pure sexiness.

"How can I help you?" I ask smiling and shortly afterwards I am blinded by her brilliant white teeth.

How beautiful can a person be?

"You can help me by keeping your hands off my husband," she hisses, but her smile won't tell anyone who isn't right next to us what she just said.

She is Nate's wife.

I never expected that here. Didn't Nate say she lives in Chicago?

"I-", "I don't like the way you look at him and I don't like the way he looks at you either. You will leave this event without him and you will do so immediately.", the world beauty hisses at me, brushing a blond strand out of her Face.

Discomfort fills my body, but suddenly I become brave. I flip my hair back and adjust myself so I'm a little taller than her.

"As far as I know you guys are in the process of getting divorced. And I'm not going because Nate invited me over here and it would be rude to leave without him. I'm not going to keep my hands off him either because he's his now me and I would advise you to skip it and give his last name because I don't like sharing at all dear." I snap at her under a fake grin, unable to explain how close I am to ripping her head off .

I see her step back in surprise and take a sip of my champagne. This point goes to me and triumph is written all over my face.

"Do you really think Nathan is going to keep you longer than two weeks? He'll get bored and then he'll come back to me, darling, it's been like that the last few times and it's going to be like this this time. Play it up now, yes after all, I am the one who bears his last name."

Happy too soon, because now it's officially one to one. I get sick and look away from her blue eyes, which are spitting fire.

How can you be so beautiful but so evil?

I feel a tight grip on my waist and then Nate's scent reaches my nostrils. Relief spreads through my body because another minute with that witch and I would have passed out.

"Claire, what are you doing here?" Nate asks, totally pissed off, staring at his wife.

"You're being honored and I'm not supposed to come, oh Nathan, you know me better," she replies, putting her hand on his chest.

As if by reflex, I tear myself away from Nate and turn around so she doesn't see how jealous I am. I'm about to just leave, but I won't begrudge her that triumph.

"Stop touching me and listen to me, you're going to leave after dinner or I swear to God I'm going to set my lawyers on your father and this time it won't be easy for him to buy his way out. I hope I made myself clear enough. Oh and I don't want to see you near Sophia anymore. That that's also mentioned.", he says and lets her feel the hatred he feels for her deep under the skin.

"You'll regret it, Nathan, and you'll come back to me. But we'll leave everything to time. Take your last name and take care of your little one, she could get hurt." Claire replies totally relaxed and her exit is just as elegant we her appearance.

I just stare at my nails, trying to ignore Nate, but his scent bewitches me.

"I didn't know she was coming, Sophia. Really not," he says close to my ear, kissing my neck gently. I sigh, becoming very willing through the physical contact.

"Can I get a kiss?" he asks, slowly turning me towards him. The sight of its green crystals completely eliminates my resistance and I nod.

When our lips meet, I sigh with pleasure and immediately slide my tongue into his mouth.

I've had to hold out for hours and now the few minutes seem so endless.

Nate moans softly and grips my waist tighter, seeming to lose himself in that kiss.

"We both have to be patient, kitten," he breathes in my ear.

"But I'm so wet daddy," I reply, biting his earlobe.

Something inside me is doing somersaults and I can't wait to get out of here. I've been waiting for my time with Nate for hours, and it's getting worse by the second.

"And I'm rock solid because of you. Oh kitten, you so deserve to be laid over your knee and I'm so excited to finally get to play with you," Nate murmurs before pulling away from me and takes a sip of his drink.

I watch with longing throughout my body as his Adam's apple moves with each sip and he licks the rest of his upper lip. His eyes burn with promise as his fingers stroke my arm in a steady rhythm.

How I would like to lick the pure alcohol from his full lips and then bury my tongue in his mouth, but I have to control myself. We are ultimately the talk of the entire evening.

"Are you still mad about Claire?" he asks as we sit down at our front row table. My brother is sitting next to me and Kate is by his side.

"How long have you been with her?" I reply, already feeling the jealousy warming in my blood.

"I've known her since college, but we only dated off and on until we got married almost two years ago," Nate replies, taking my hand and looking into my eyes.

"Have you slept with her often?" I ask, really trying to control myself but my ego takes over and I snatch my hand away from him.

"I was and still am married to her, so yes, we had s*x a lot. Because we didn't love each other, at least something in the relationship had to go well."

His voice sounds slightly irritated and I can tell from his facial expression how much the questioning annoys him.

"Would you f**k her while we're together? Is that what you need Nate? A change? She said you're going to run over to her in two weeks anyway. I told you from the start I didn't like a toy wants to be treated and now I'm hearing this. What would you do if my ex boyfriend approached you and told you that you're just passing the time?" I hiss at him angrily, almost blinded with jealousy.

Sometimes I just can't pull myself together and when it comes to defending my possessions, anyway.

"We both don't want to know how I would react, Sophia. I wouldn't sleep with her, my butterfly. You're the only one I want. You have to trust me, okay?", Replied and calmed me down again with his soft voice .

I nod as his name comes out of the speakers and loud applause and cheers fill the room. He gives me a kiss on the forehead and then goes to the front of the stage.

My gaze wanders around the room and my eyes catch on a beautiful woman in a red dress who, alas, is my boyfriend's almost ex-wife and probably hates me to the core.

Her gaze, however, seems totally in love, her features are made even more beautiful by the calm and gentleness, and the way she watches Nate speak makes me cringe.

She loves him.

Even though Nate said there wasn't any love involved, I kind of knew he meant only himself. Claire is in love with the man I've already lost my heart to and I'm not sure if I'm going to win this fight because she's stronger and while I still have my whole time with Nate ahead of me, they both already have a shared past that will forever stand in our way.