Twenty One
Chapter 21
There's no feeling that matches the feeling of being in love and being loved back.
Nathaniel smiled to their fullest, as his lips spread with unfathomable happiness, staring at his wife whose height hardly reached his upper chest and feeling the same tug again in his body.
The feeling of wanting to protect, love, and care for this lady in front of him. The feeling was surging through his veins like blood.
No⦠the feeling of needing to protect her, love, and care for her.
He couldn't help but raise her head to have her eyes on him. He unconsciously caressed her cheeks to which she leaned in automatically as a moth to fire. The pad of his thumbs was hard yet soft for a big man like him as he trailed his hand over her soft chubby cheeks. Loving the feeling of her soft skin on his.
He leaned forward, making her eyes widen with parted lips, bringing his lips to the side of her ears slowly as his breath tickled her ear making her gulp hard, her emotions were over the places, "I'm coming, angel," he whispered, biting her earlobe then disappeared to God knows, leaving her by herself beside the car.
Oh my, she released a shuddered breath as her heart pounded heretical in her ribcage. She patted her chest softly, calming her beating heart then touching her warm cheeks.
Angelina hadn't recovered from her husband's teasing which was transparent earlier when her hand was grabbed from behind which startled her, making her gasp. She turned around and met a man in his late thirties, smiling at her, showing his brown set of teeth with darkened lips- signs of a smoker while she tried to remove her hand from his grip yet he didn't yield. Grinning haughtily at her. He took a step closer to her invading her personal space as his pungent cheap perfume made her stomach churn in disgust, nearly gagging from the awful smell. She took a step back with him following her trail while staring at her chest lustfully. She felt disgusted!.
She recoiled with the past situation like this and shrunk from the man's towering form. No one was looking at them, every one with his own business. Why can't a female just stay put in a place and have no man to disturb her or trouble her.
She dressed to impress herself not to call guys toward her!.
He tightened his grip on her hand, knowing it would bruise later if he didn't release her, "don't come any closer!" she tried to sound brave, pointing her index finger but came out in whimper as the man pulled her closer to have their chest met and snaked his arm around her tiny waist, "How much?" he asked, licking his lips while he raised his brow tauntingly.
"What?!" her voice trembled, she didn't understand, her face showed confusion. How much was what?!. How much was her cloth or car? or what?.
"Oh.." the man chuckled darkly, looking from her lips to her chest lustfully as her stomach knotted in distress, "don't give me that look puta*, how much did heβ¦." the man wasn't able to finish his sentence before he received a punch on his jaw as a creaking sound of bone was heard. The man was unaware of the other person who just arrived and turned his head only to meet with another punch.
"How dare you!" Nathaniel growled, his voice slightly deeper and rougher than before, he pounced on the man and continued to descend punches all over his face as the man hauled and wailed in pain. He didn't expect what he saw.
Nathaniel had gone to buy some chocolate bars for her at the junk store earlier when he left because his friend - Nicholas had advised him this morning to buy some bars for her. That a lady like Angelina would prefer candies to a diamond, so he wanted to make her happy and make the new bond stronger. He happily obliged to the advice, he couldn't wait to see the happiness shown in her eyes when he came back. He thought to himself when going only to see the panic and fear in her grey eyes when he arrived which made him see red yet the filthy words the man was insinuating made him lose the remaining calmness and punched the man without missing a bit.
How dare he touch what was his?!.
How dare he speak to what was his?!.
How dare he have a forbidden thought about what was his?!.
His angel was for him alone!.
His curvy angel!.
He never felt possessive of someone before but her was his very possession.
His addiction, he was addicted to everything about her.
His only obsession!.
He never knew he had the possessiveness and jealousy in him until he set his eyes on her picture.
His curvaceous angel.
His curvy obsession!.
He was obsessed with everything about her.
He growled as anger continued to pursue in his vein and artery.
Angelina stood still with tear-stained cheeks as she tried to muffle her sob, watching the scene in front of her. One minute the man was asking her about the price of something that she didn't understand, the next minute, the man was down with Nathaniel on top of him. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the man's face was bloodied, couldn't recognize him again, she looked around so maybe anyone could interfere but none. She walked slowly to Nathaniel in a small step, afraid yet there's this small voice in her head encouraging her that he couldn't harm her and touched his back to gain his attention which she immediately had his attention. There was no need to try because his attention was always on her whether she knew it or not.
She was scared for the man, was he going to kill the man!.
Nathaniel raised his final fist to punch the man, readying to finish the man off when he felt the light of his angel, lit his darkened soul, whispering and clearing the darkness that clouded him which had been yelling to him to kill the man who touched what was his. His fist was still on air then he whipped his head to look at his angel whose face was stained with tears and her grey beautiful eyes glistened. It pained him to see the look in her eyes and he felt the urge to comfort her. He lifted his hand to touch her cheek to soothe her but she took a step back away from him.
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