His Curvy Obsession

Eight

Chapter 8

Angelina stood frozen at the doorstep shockingly, with her mouth agape at what Nathaniel did, pecking her cheeks. She could believe the man who left her today at the altar kissed her cheek even though it was a thing to him, but it meant a lot to her.

She rushed inside, closing the door behind her with a loud bang as her face was beet red. She ran to the open bathroom and stared at her red face in the mirror, looking at the girl with an oval-shaped face and well-kept wavy hair while her grey eyes stood out from her brown skin. Her nose ring shone on her pointed nose. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips on her cheek. She opened the tap quickly, splashing the cold water rushing out on her face to stop her thudding heart from thinking of another meaning to the simple act.

It's just a simple act! she scolded herself. She was palming her cheeks embarrassedly.

She stared at herself again, removing her bangles and leg chains and putting them on the washing basin. She stretched her hands to her back to unzip her gown, but it was impossible because, before the zip could be opened, the entangled thin rope must be loosened. Oh my! she smacked herself internally, cursing the triplet with harmless curses for putting her in this position. What did those troubled triplets think would happen between two strangers? She could mentally feel the mischief and devilish smirk of Ricky. She groaned loudly, huffing her shoulders, going to the room to ring one of the maids for help.

They could help me, couldn't they? She thought, walking to where the intercom was placed.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the mansion, Nathaniel couldn't shake off the smile that latched on his lips since he left her frozen with a flustered face and widened eyes on his head. The simple reaction made his heart leap a bit, and he never got that reaction from his ex Clara. Angelina was the exact opposite of her. Clara was skinny and bold with everything she wanted or did, but his sweet wife was shy, meek, and everything. A perfect example of an innocent wife for his darkened soul!

He rubbed his face tiredly and unbuttoned the two first buttons of his shirt before sitting on the sofa with his whiskey and taking a sip.

The file that has information about his wife, which he left at the wedding reception, was sent to him by his assistant earlier. He looked at the brown file, contemplating whether to check it now or not. As he stretched his hand to take it, the intercom in his room rang. He furrowed his brows in surprise, "Who could ring this at the time of the day?" he muttered to himself. Today has been long and eventful; he stood up and walked lazily to the intercom before picking it up and waiting patiently for the person on the other side to talk.

"emm—" he heard the angelic voice of his Angel at the other side; he didn't say anything; he paused, wanting more of her voice.

"Can you please come to my room," she released a shaky breath, "I need help zipping this gown," she murmured, "I'm sorry for disturbing your night," she added and hung up. He still held the phone to his ear, closing his eyes while he breathed softly to calm himself down. Her soft voice was like soothing music to his ears.

"My—" She breathed out in relief; that was hard, she thought. She didn't know how to address the maid, and she had never had someone to serve her, so she quickly said what she wanted without waiting for the other person's response.

She went to where her bags were and took her handbag, bringing out her phone, passport, and Atm card and placed it on the table. She touched the screen of her phone to see that she had a call from her beloved father, which was thirty minutes ago. She had forgotten to change it from silent since when she left her apartment earlier. She made a mental note to call him after she had taken her bath. She brought out her diary to fill in today's event when the door was knocked.

"Enter, please," she said, not turning her back to check who entered because she called a maid and she was shy and didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, and it is just that—this gown," she trailed off when she felt his ragged breath on the crooked of her neck, which made her heart skip for two seconds. She raised her head and looked at him in the mirror, and their eyes met, and she felt herself getting lightheaded under the intensity of his gaze.

"You are intentionally driving me crazy?" he stated in a question in deep husky voice, which made her shiver and shake her head because her voice was gone from that moment.

She tried to move away from him, but he held her with his strong hand, making him rest her head on her shoulder as he skillfully untied the rope without noticing. He bit her ear softly, which elicited a shocking gasp from her, before kissing where he had bitten her to ease the pain. She couldn't move her body, and it was like her body had a mind of its own. She never reacted to any male touches, yet Nathaniel's touch woke up something in her that she didn't know.

She closed her eyes, relishing the moment as she gave him more space to her neck. She knew she was going to get a bruise there, but she didn't care before she knew it, a gush of air passed her with a loud bang on the door.

Nathaniel couldn't hold himself; he ran out of the room, which reeked of her heavenly scent; her willingness and shyness drove him crazy. Addictive like a moth to fire.