Chapter 2
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___ Emily's POV ___
A knock on the door sent panic surging through my body, causing my legs to weaken. "I am so screwed. If my fiancé sees you here with me, I will get in trouble," I muttered under my breath.
Glancing at the attractive man in the room, who exuded an air of calmness and nobility, I knew Lucas would feel envious and fly into a fit of rage when he saw him. Lucas has always had a bit of a short temper.
With a pleading tone, I asked, "Sir, although we are strangers, could you do me a favor? Would you please get up from the bed and hide?"
He sneered at me, his eyes filled with disdain. "I have never hidden in my life before. Moreover, nothing happened between us. Why are you so afraid?"
Blinking, taken aback by his response, I blurted in a whisper-shout, "Of course, I am afraid! My fiancé will think you are an adulterer."
Upon hearing this, he coughed and then asked with a gloomy look in his eyes, "What did you say?"
Fear consumed me at his tone, and I quickly explained, "I... I mean, if my fiancé sees you here, he will think I'm having an affair with you. Any normal man would think so seeing a man that looks like you in such a situation." I gestured with my finger in a circular motion to emphasize the precarious situation. Pleading, I asked, "To avoid arousing suspicion, can you please consider my request to hide?"
I clasped my hands together, staring at him expectantly.
He maintained an impassive expression as if the situation had nothing to do with him.
After the sound of the key, there was another, much louder, knock on the door. I could hear Lucas' displeased voice, "Emily, are you inside?"
My heart raced, panic escalating within me. Gritting my teeth, I knelt on the ground in front of the man, begging, "Sir, please do me this favor. I have been dating my fiancé for eight years, and it hasn't been easy for us to get to this point. Despite a six-year long-distance relationship, we have finally gotten engaged a year ago. Our wedding is approaching, and I cannot let you destroy it. This marriage is one of the most important things in my life. Sir, please, you're so good-looking, so I believe you must be kind-hearted. You won't ruin my marriage, right?"
Took a breath and continued pleading with him, "Sir, Please have mercy on me and grant me this favor. I need this marriage to escape difficult circumstances in my life. I take care of my sickly grandmother's medical bills on my own. My stepmother bullies me, and in addition, I need to support my younger brother. Moreover, my half-sister constantly causes trouble for me. I need this..."
___ Nathaniel's POV ___
"Enough." Her incessant babbling increased the headache I had from the day's issues. Even seeing the distress in her eyes, I felt nothing towards her situation, but instead of saying that, I surprised even myself when I said coldly, "Where do you expect me to hide?"
Apparently, my words pleased her because she quickly got up from where she knelt in front of me, her ample breasts bouncing at the movement, drawing my eyes to them.
She reached out to take my hand. Instinctively, I dodged her touch, as if it were a plague.
Observing my actions, she huffed and I'm sure I saw her roll her eyes.
She must have assumed I had a cleanliness obsession. However, my reluctance to be touched, especially by women, ran much deeper.
She pointed to the wardrobe on the left and said, "Sir, please hide there. Hurry."
I furrowed my brow at the small wooden wardrobe and replied, "No, it's too small. I'll feel cramped inside."
Her gaze roamed over my body, and I felt her eyes on me as if she were physically touching me.
A slight blush tinted her cheeks when she locked eyes with me again. I am well-built, with broad shoulders, a muscular body, and long, strong legs.
With triumph, she suggested, "You can hide under the bed. It's spacious there, right?"
I narrowed my eyes at her suggestion and asked, "You're joking, right?"
With a mischievous smile, she retorted, "You're too picky. After all, you would only need to hide for a short while."
Suddenly, the man at the door raised his voice, "Emily, I know you're inside, I can hear voices! Are you watching TV, because you definitely won't be with someone else or else... Open the door right now!"
Fear flashed across her face. She tried to grab my hand and softly pleaded, "Sir, I beg you. As long as you help me now, I am willing to do anything to repay you."
Tears welled up in her eyes, while her small face flushed with a tinge of red. Despite her distressed and vulnerable appearance, her figure was curvy and voluptuous, accentuated by her revealing attire. This combination of innocence and tantalizing allure created a compelling contradiction.
It was an extremely tough decision, but I decided not to assist her. Experience had taught me that women like her often caused nothing but trouble.
To convey my decision, I said, "There are many people who want to do things for me. If you wish to be one of them, contact my secretary to sign up and wait in line. I'm leaving."
But what she did next was beyond my expectations. This girl, who appeared to be fearful, submissive, and obedient at one moment, suddenly showed a surprising level of defiance and strength. Without hesitation, she approached me and found her way onto my lap. She delicately entwined her captivating legs around me, creating an intimate connection. As she tightly gripped my arms, she uttered a firm and alarming statement, "I can't allow you to leave now. If you take one step toward the door, I will sue you for assault."
My face remained firm as I narrowed my eyes and leaned in closer, scrutinizing her expression. She blushed under my gaze and asked, "Why are you staring at me? I won't let you go, no matter what."
Her defiance was evident in her eyes.
I chuckled and replied, "I just want to assure you that, no matter how bad my taste becomes, I will never assault you."
___ Emily's POV ___
Suddenly, weakness consumed me like a knife to my self-confidence, causing me to stumble off his lap and lose my footing. I fell with a loud thud, feeling pain shoot through my body, bruising both my body and my pride.
Lucas continued knocking on the door, and the sound of keys clanging reached my ears.
I wasn't sure why he couldn't use his key, but I was grateful for the additional time. If Lucas had seen this man dressed only in a robe and me in this outfit, it would have been over between Lucas and me.
Scanning the room, my eyes landed on the long beige curtains. It seemed like a good hiding place. Standing up with determination, I realized time was of the essence, so I grabbed the man's hand and dragged him toward the curtain.
"Don't touch me. I don't like people touching me," he said in a cold voice, despite the fact that I had just been sitting on his lap.
Hearing his words, I sneered and replied, "I don't care."
If I let go of him now, he would go and open the door, and then...
He tried to shake me off, but my grip on him was too tight. I exerted more strength and unintentionally ended up pulling off the sleeve of his bathrobe, causing the bottom to touch the floor. In the process, I happened to step on it, causing both of us to fall to the ground with a heavy thud.
With a loud bang, the door was pushed open and Lucas walked in, followed by my half-sister, Olivia, and another man who stayed at the door. All of them gasped in shock at the unanticipated sight.
During the fall, he had unconsciously wrapped his arms around me to protect me. We landed chest to chest, my jacket ripped open and him completely naked due to his robe being pulled open completely and was now halfway down his arms. But the most shocking aspect was that with his arms still around my waist, our mouths were pressed against each other.
How could Lucas possibly believe that we aren't having an affair?
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