Chapter 41
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“That’s the last one,” Nate said as he pushed the paper towards me.
Clutching the pen, I scribbled my ugly signature at the bottom of the page. The moment the tip lifted from the page, a wash of relief came over me. It was finally done. The money would be in my bank account at the end of the first month and I would be staying the next weekend.
At first, they had wanted me to move it, but I wasn’t ready for that. This was just for a couple months, maybe a year, but this wasn’t going to be forever. Once I was done with college and I got a real job that put my degree into use, I wasn’t ever going to come back to this city.
I pushed back from the coffee table, rubbing my swore wrist from writing so much. “What now?”
Nate gave me an unimpressed look.
I gave him a nervous smile. “What now, sir?”
That seemed to lesson the blow, but he still looked at me like a little kid that had done something wrong. I hoped for now that he would give me a slap on the wrist and then get to the harder stuff later once I was a little more settled in.
Amelia jumped into the conversation. I was surprised that she’d lasted this long without putting her nose between us. She was an attention w***e. It was starting to really show now that she was no longer just my boss. Or maybe it was because Nate was in the same room as us.
I had a feeling that once Nate was gone and we were left alone, she was going to rip me apart. I wasn’t looking forward to that. Not at all.
“I think a house tour is in store. Right, babe?” She pressed against him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
I bit my tongue to keep from saying that I would definitely regret later. I don’t know when we became so hostile toward each other. Though I didn’t like it, I didn’t know how to change it. Even if I didn’t know how to feel about the other nights—when she kissed me or when she made me do that—I knew that I would rather have her all over me than trying to piss me off.
But I was the one on the bottom.
Nate smiled at her. “Good idea.”
I furrowed my brow as I watched them. There was a secret exchange between glances. They were saying something to each other without words and I wasn’t too sure that t was going to be something that I liked. My gut twisted as they led the way out of the living room. They showed me to first few floors that I’d already seen and then took me upstairs.
There were four guest bedrooms and three bathrooms. They all looked the same layout wise with one large window and a decent sized closet. The only thing different about them were the bedsheets and curtains and sometimes the dresser pushed up against the wall. Then we came to the end of the second story. Their bedroom.
It was beautiful to say the least. Gorgeous was more the word for it. The wide open space was made bigger by the mirrors on each left and right walls and the tall windows that faced outward, framing the four poster canopy bed. My jaw dropped as the shimmering chandler was hit by a ray of sunlight. It lit up and reflected across the white room. The gold drapes around each window added to how regal and royal everything was. The dresser was a dark wood that stood out, but seemed to go with the rest of the room. The gold statue on top was that of a woman dressed in greek clothing being caressed by a man who towered over her. The statue seemed to mimic Nate and Amelia’s relationship, but I could also see how the statue woman also had the man leaning toward her, like she had power over him as well.
This tiny detail just pulled the entire room together. It was the interlocking piece that brought what I could only say was their vision of their room to life. I, for one, thought it was the best looking bedroom I’d ever seen. Perhaps I’d ever see in real life and not on tv or in a magazine.
I turned around in the large space, taking in the room as a whole. There was something about the space that felt like it had been untouched. I knew that was not at all true. I couldn’t imagine that Amelia and Nate’s s*x life was on the rocks anymore that their financial life was. Again, it was hard to think that any part of them wasn’t perfect. They felt too much like the perfect couple. If it wasn’t for my name printed on a sheet of papers, I wouldn’t know the real truth.
They watched me as I took my time looking around. This was going to be a place I was going to be familiar with soon enough, but it felt like I had to connect with it before it would truly start to sink in for me. It would be weird to show up one day and just do it when I didn’t know this place like the back of my hand. But I was starting to realize that a lot of things that I found weird were never going to change. I was the one that was going to have to get used to all of this.
When I’d made a complete circle around the room, I made my way back to the statue. There was just something about it that pulled me toward it. I couldn’t stop looking at it.
I stopped in front of it.
Footsteps, soft against the hardwood floor, came up behind me. I felt the warmth of his chest ghosting against my back. His deep voice rumbled through me.
“Do you want to see the other one?”
I tilted my head back. He leaned forward to the invitation, slipping his arms around my waist. His crotch pressed against my ass, a perfect fit, and I fought the urge to wiggle back against his d**k.
I nodded, words stolen from me.
He lowered his head, pressed his lips against my neck, and smiled. His lips curled up against my skin.
“Good.”
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