Loving Billionaire Nate

Episode4

A PETERSON AFFAIR

Everyone but Georgia was getting along at the dining table. She felt like an outcast. This wasn't her circle. Her opportunity to feel like a right member of such a circle was torn down by Jordan Williams after he betrayed her.

Georgia couldn't stop looking at the celebrity who Jordan married. She was comparing her features and saw every reason why Jordan abandoned her for the celebrity.

The lady also seemed to be the talk of the table as every attention was drawn to her. Georgia had met Peter and made a brief introduction. Peter referred to her as the “shy little girl,” a name he called her in high school.

He didn't seem like he remembered anything from the night they spent together, and she couldn't stop thanking God. The energy around the table was one-sided, and that drained Georgia.

“Another glass, please,” she requested another glass of champagne, which was served to her immediately. She was about to gulp it when Nate grabbed her hand.

“That's your fourth glass of champagne in one night. What do you take this house for? A clubhouse?” He asked as they made a stiff struggle with the glass cup. “That's enough for the night,” he added.

“I thought we were being nice to each other, girl, for an hour. If that hour hasn't elapsed then I think you should let me drink as much as I want to,” Georgia returned. She tried pulling the glass her way, but Nate's grasp was tight and the drink spilled on her.

She gasped, clenching her fist, and attempted to stand when a feminine voice interrupted her.

“Georgia Holmes,” she called. Georgia tried to recall the name of the lady. She had introduced herself at the beginning of the dinner. But since her name couldn't click, her relationship with Peter did. She was Peter's mother.

“Mrs. Marilyn,” Georgia answered with a tone lower than a whisper and a fake smile. She adjusted back into her seat and placed a napkin on the stained area of her dress.

“So tell us…is your marriage with Nate, my stepson, a coincidence? Or was it all a plan devised by your poor parents?” She broke. Everyone's attention was fixed on Georgia.

The stares weighed every bit of confidence she had in herself. Instead of answering, Georgia found herself sinking into regret of having joined them at the table.

“Perhaps Nate found you as the perfect liability to acquire and exercise his claim on an empire which he doesn't have a right over,” She added.

“Hold your mother's tongue Peter…or…”

“Or what?” Peter interrupted Nate, who defended himself immediately after he was mentioned. She asked your wife a question…why involve me?” Peter questioned as they exchanged wicked glances.

“Who else finds it weird that Georgia here…was Jordan's fiancee?” Peter's mother added. This brought a rise of murmurings around the table and Georgia knew this was her call to leave.

“Excuse me I need to get cleaned up,” Georgia excused herself. She asked one of the waiters for the way to the bathroom and she was given a direction. She got in and began washing her face in the sink.

The water mixed with the tears from her eyes, and she tasted its salty nature when it slipped into her mouth. She continued washing her face like she had some sort of it. Meanwhile, she was washing away the shame and embarrassment.

“Stupid!... stupid!... stupid Jordan,” she cursed, aggressively throwing the water on her face. She grabbed the face towel, wiped her face, and looked into the mirror. She shuddered in fright upon seeing Jordan standing at the entrance.

“I understand why you should be angry at me,” Jordan said.

There was nothing she could say to him. She would rather pretend not to see him than have a conversation with him. She dropped the towel, grabbed her purse, and made her way to the door, but Jordan stood in her way.

“I tried to tell you a went before the marriage. I also tried telling you a day to our marriage. Georgy, please let me explain what's going on…”

“Get out of my way, Jordan, or I'll scream,” Georgia said calmly. Her face was directed else way. Somewhere that wasn't going to make her look into his eyes. Even with that, she could feel his eyes piercing her heart.

“You've never called me Jordan before. Georgy please…” Jordan pleaded. He inched closer and took her hand. Georgia slipped her hand out of his, took out the pen knife in her bag, and aimed it at his eye.

“You remember this yeah?” She said. “You gave it to me for my defense against men whom I perceived to be a threat to my peace. Trust me, I see you in that light right now, and one step closer will only make me do things you never imagined,” she fired.

In a swift motion, Jordan hit the knife away from her hand and grabbed her. The force he used made them land on one of the toilet sinks. Georgia struggled with him but she felt her strength betray her.

The effects of the champagne were kicking in and making her feel like she was floating. While Jordan tried getting her to stay calm, the door to the toilet flung open and Nate flung himself on Jordan.

He landed a punch on his face and found the knife which he placed on Jordan's neck.

“She no longer belongs to you, cousin. You got what you wanted, now let her be!” Nate yelled.

He tossed the knife and returned to Georgia who was whimpering on the floor.

“You're hurt,” he muttered as he reached for the back of her head. There was a tiny cut as a result of her head hitting the wall mirror. “I'll get the medical team,” he said and let go of her hand, but she staggered and fell on him.

As much as he hated to be that caring… soft-hearted…whatever. He just had to. He scooped her off her feet and carried her bridal style past the rest of the guests at the table.

“My wife needs some rest,” he said as he walked past them.

Georgia’s eyes played with her. They made her world twirl in circles and made her feel like they were floating in the air. She tightened her grip on his neck, staring at his perfectly curved jawline.

Nate placed her on the bed and reached for a chest and kit. He placed her head on his shoulder and began cleaning the blood on her head.

“Your wife,” Georgia mumbled.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Nate returned immediately. It was like he had a reply for everything. Georgia pulled away from his shoulder and stared into his eyes. She knew she was high. It was glaring.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have found herself drawn to her high school bully, who was her first crush ever before his brother came into the picture. His gray eyes must be the charm.

Those same gray eyes made her escape her room at night to attend every event where he would be and where she was restricted from going by her parents. She found herself reaching for his buttons and asking why he wasn't stopping her.

Their faces got so close that they could feel their breath on each other. He smelled like wine too. Maybe he was drunk. They must have pushed him to his limits at the table after she left which made him drink more wine.

Their lips grazed each other, and Georgia confirmed her thoughts. He was high as well.

What's that popular saying about opportunities?

She pulled his shirt forward, causing him to land on her. Their lips made better contact. One that didn't separate until they were lying naked, wasted and drained of energy

*****

Morning came, and Georgia woke up in the absence of Nate. He left a letter on the table for her.

“The driver will be waiting downstairs,” it read.

With her head banging like there was a party going on in there, she gathered her things and headed downstairs. Luckily for her, no one whom she saw at the table the previous night was in sight.

She went into the Rolls Royce and was driven back to Nate's mansion.

“Where's Nate?” She asked the driver as they came to a halt.

“Business call,” the driver answered. She got down from the car, ignored the red carpet and the greetings from the servants, and made her way to the entrance. She just needed water and more rest.

“Welcome Mrs. Peterson…you have a visitor,” the servant greeted after the doors were opened to her.

“A visitor? Who?” She asked, but the lady shook her head, showing she had no idea. Georgia ma

de her way to the kitchen first, requested a glass of water which she gulped in a hurry.

“More,” she requested.

“Georgia,” the familiar feminine voice called from behind.

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