Thiry Seven

Chapter 37

“Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.

-William Shakespeare ’

Chapter 37

Nathaniel stared at Angelina's fists, clenched tightly as her body shook, her nose was red as she sniffed. She was being closed off again when he'd successfully made her get comfortable with him but what's happened.

"I enjoyed the meal," she said shakily, taking her purse and walking out without looking back. He didn't wait to be told twice before he abruptly locked Paul by his neck, pushing him against the wall roughly imparting his back to the wall as he glared at him.

"What the fuck did you do?" he asked venomously as his body shook with rage, hatred brimming in his darkened orbs.

"Yo bro, I didn't do anything" Paul chuckled nervously but later coughed toward the ending when Nathaniel tightened his grip on his neck. Others were too shocked to say anything.

He took a menacing step closer to him, bringing his mouth closer to his ear, "If I later found out that you guys did something" he tsked darkly, "It won't end well for all of you" he muttered enough for others to hear, passing out the threat as Paul gulped in fear.

They should be fearful of him and know the controller. Just because they saved him, did give them the right to abuse it.

He threw him on the ground, picking his car keys on the table before throwing a disgusting glance at them, then walked out to meet Angelina who stood by the car with her hands rubbing her folded arms.

"I'm sorry" he didn't know what he was sorry for but he thought he needed to say it. Whatever had happened inside when he went to pick his call was something nasty.

Angelina looked at him when he opened the door for her, she slipped in silently without muttering anything.

He closed the door, using his seat belt, igniting the car to life. He hated the silence, it was dreadful… Angelina didn't look at him, she was lost in her thoughts as she stared out the window.

I should have punched him to get it out of him, he thought, gripping the steering hard angrily as he ground his teeth together. But that would warrant his Angel to be alone outside, the rational part of him peeped in.

Occasionally, he would glance at Angelina but there wasn't a response from her and that made him feel like a failure.

"Look at her," The female began, staring at Angelina, "her face looks hideous" she giggled.

"Black people with black brains and hearts" a man threw her disgusted look, "But imma says her big ass will be good in bed. Her squirting would fill a river and a very loud voice also" Paul added, staring at her with lust-filled eyes.

"Did you think Nathaniel married or was it to show off?. Alex, the first man asked, looking at his friend.

" Nathaniel can't marry someone like her, look at her….she's too plain to take interest in… too dumb also, look at how confused she is sitting down there alone".

"Look at that pendant" the lady pointed at Angelina's neck. Who had her head down... "It is too cheap, fake bronze… a real gold digger" she scowled, feeling jealousy, running through her veins. She had been pining Nathaniel for a while but backed off when Clara staked her claim on him but she could give up again for a stranger- a foreigner, a black person.

"God knows how much Nathaniel gave her to have her come up with him or wrap her legs around him" Paul chirped, drinking the champagne.

"So… how much does that necklace worth?" she smirked, watching Angelina who'd stopped eating and was fiddling with her fingers.

"It was given to me by my dad" she answered in a small voice, squirming under their gaze.

"So cheap," the woman rolled her.

"What did Nathan see in her?" the lady pouted, "She's too ugly, I can't even look at her without puking…. She disgusts me" The woman made a gagging sound before all of them erupted in a fit of laughter.

Angelina ducked her hair to her ear, trying to digest what she was eating but was impossible with them speaking another language. It made her uncomfortable, speaking another language when others do not understand it.

"I won't lie, her mouth looks small that can wrap itself around my cock" Paul grunted, smiling slyly at her, "Just say you are jealous of her look" Alex teased, watching at the woman's face morphed into scowled.

The woman quickly touched her face, then shook her head, "I'll be jealous of a black girl?" the lady gaped, "I'm gorgeous" the woman raised her head.

"But you won't say acknowledge that you get that beauty by surgery" Alex sneakered to have the lady hiss loudly… "hers are natural"...

"But upon all her eyes making her look creep, I never see a black with grey eyes" Alex shuddered, before shooting a smile at Angelina.

Prick.

"Shut up all of you," the silent man who wore glass said all of the sudden, "you don't know her, you started to bad-mouth her, just by her color" the man shook his head, "It's not polite for a person to shame anyone. She's perfect as she is then bad-mouthing her in a language she didn't understand. Putting her in the middle" the man stood up, "I'm very disappointed in you guys," the man said in English, doing the frame of his glasses very well.

Angelina couldn't take it anymore and pushed her plate forward, standing up while the booth scraped the tiles floor in the process, making it screech.

She looked at everyone in the eyes and the man who defended, licked her dried lips, keeping the tears at bay as she struggled to get the words out of her vocal cord. She cleaned her running nose, swallowed hard as she tried to gather her thoughts.

"Thank you for your comments" she muttered slowly which elicited a shocked gasp from them as Nathaniel.

She heard all that they had been saying about her but descended to keep mute.

A lone tear fell from her face as she quickly wiped it, she won't cry, she thought like a mantra.

What's wrong with me?, am I too big?. Yeah I know I'm curvy but I have a slim waist and a petite body, she thought harshly, curling her lips.

Is my color that hideous that made them talk about me?. But she didn't do anything wrong… but that was how she was created… She hated her eyes but now she despised them. It made her look wrong…. What did someone like Nathaniel want with her...if not to get to her pants… did he like her?... Or was it one-sided and he was pretending?... Or were all those moments lies and the smiles were fake… the kisses also were it a show? she shook her head vigorously at where her thoughts were going. Her insecurities were catching up with her and doubt has been placed in her mind.

Would she be enough, she didn't have anything to offer, she sneaked a glance at Nathaniel who was driving beside her and sighed dejectedly. The man was too handsome to be real... What did he see in her?... Had it been in her country, a wealthy-looking good man like Nathaniel married her, people who have accused her of using witchcraft to capture him in the web of love.

Nathaniel watched Angelina who quickly wiped the tear on her face, he tried to touch her but she flinched away from him. He sighed, continued, driving, and couldn't wait till they got home.

As soon as Nathaniel parked his car, Angelina jumped out of her seat, quickly dashing inside. He sighed again, walking to the kitchen to bring out some ingredients. He noticed earlier that her food was untouched, so he started cooking.

Angelina entered the bathroom and avoided the mirror as she splashed some water on her red face, she was feeling down. All the happiness she was feeling since morning vanished. She was just a walking doll, waiting for the perfect moment to drown.

Her eyes involuntarily went to the scraper and glanced at it again before raising her head to the mirror, staring at her eyes… a rare case... Gray eyes… She has never seen a black person with grey eyes except her. An abomination. She shuddered, taking the scraper, as her thoughts were going wild... Should I just end it by removing them? it would be good, so no one could look at them… well… they weren't brown like her father's but her mother's pair of eyes… She hated them.

She brought the scraper closer, 'Do it' a voice that she had been avoiding said, 'Everything will be easy if they get removed', the voice urging her as the door was knocked pulling her out of her trance. She quickly dropped the scraper and breathed heavily...

Oh my God, she exclaimed internally, what was I thinking?" she quickly washed her hands and walked out not after hearing the voice whispered, 'weak'.

Nathaniel set the table, pulled out a chair, and seat. To make her happy, he had searched for some Nigerian food online and quickly prepared it for maybe it could elevate her mood.

He served her Moi Moi and pap, silently praying it tasted good in her mouth. Her expression looked surprised, smiling a little at him as she took in what was on the table. She mixed sugar and milk before pouring it on the pap then glanced at him again, smiling. But her smile was wide like those but he was still happy to see one on her lips.

After eating, he took her outside to stare at the moon and stars because he knew she loved watching them. Her face always looked surreal wherever she looked up to the moon.

They sat down in perfect silence before Nathaniel hugged her from behind, "Angel, please talk to me" he spoke softly, "Your silence is killing me.. Just let me hear your melodious voice" he pleaded, staring at her eyes. "Please don't shut me out, talk to me… I'll listen to everything or anything at any time in every way" he murmured.

Angelina turned away, "Don't look at my eyes like that?" she whispered, downcasting her eyes.

"Why" he turned her face to his. He loved her eyes on him.

"Because they look hideous" she stated with her lips down.

"What?" he was too stunned to talk. Did she know how her eyes glow whenever she's happy or how they got brighter when she thought of something hilarious or how they twinkled whenever she was mischievous?

"I don't have anything to offer you" she exhaled shakily, "I not that smart or intelligent, I'm just me… a black girl with abomination eyes" tears pricked in her eyes while Nathaniel hugged her, he didn't know where all the speakers were coming from but he was already to make her believe otherwise. She pulled herself away from Nathaniel gently, "... I'm too plain and chubb....".

Angelina didn't get to finish herself belittle before she was yanked up by a very upset Nathaniel who had a determined scowl on his face.

"Where are we going?" she asked shakily but he didn't understand. He needed to teach her a lesson for thinking so low of herself. He didn't get why she thought so small of herself when she was beautiful... Fuck.. She was gorgeous, even the Goddess was jealous of her beauty that glowed brighter than the moon and fairer than the sun yet glimmer than the stars.

He abruptly opened their room door and took her to the standing mirror. Without giving her a head up, he tore her white gown.

"What are you doing?" she panicked, turning her head to look at him, she didn't understand the change in him all of the sudden.

He didn't answer, he only turned her head and made her look at the mirror as their eyes bore to one another. He removed the remaining garment, leaving her in her see-through white chemise, "I'm gonna show you what you are missing," he promised in a husky voice as his calloused hands reached for her chemise. He looked at her in the mirror asking for permission and she nodded in approval. He grinned, slowly inclined his head to her neck as he traced wet kisses from her neck to her jaw," eyes on the mirror and watch me" he whispered as his breath tickled her ear making her shiver.

"you are beautiful" kisses her back as his hand explores her body. Her body was hot, tingles with desire, she never knew. Her breathing was coming in short pants. "Your eyes are my favorite and they are unique which lures me into the oblivion of your heart" kisses her back to her navel as he paused to see her eyes close in pleasure. He smiled but wasn't through, he bit her belly button softly as a moan escaped from her lips, "eyes on the mirror" he growled, trailing the kisses to lower breast. His slack was feeling uncomfortable, he was hard but this wasn't the time for that. Soft moans were released for her parted lips. He kissed around her boobs before taking a bud in his mouth as his other hand kneaded the second one - giving her bosoms the same attention. He fiddled his tongue around the bud, sucking and biting his softly then twirled it to ease the pain. Angelina arched her back, her body was in the fire. His torturous tongue and hand were making her stomach knot in anticipation and her lady parts were moist ready for intrusion.

"Oh my God" she moaned out loud when Nathaniel tugged his teeth round her bud, her thighs rubbing together wanting friction between them.

Nathaniel's hand left the other boob, trailing and dancing along her lower region, stopped at her front then looked at her again for approval and she moaned again.

Nathaniel's hand covered her private area and groaned, oh fuck, so fucking drenched, he thought. Flickering his finger to her clitoris to stimulate her, he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it.

Tasty, scrumptious, delicious, and sweet.

Angelina's legs trembling, no one ever touched her down there before, the sizzling pleasure she felt when he touched her made her toes curl even when standing. She needed a supporter as if Nathaniel was reading her mind, he lifted her before throwing her on the bed.

Nathaniel's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Angelina squirm under his intense gaze.

Only his.

His gaze was like a fire and he was ready to burn her.

"Now for the dessert", he growled, descending his head in between her legs. He lapped and slurped on her juice like a starving man as he used his hand to knead her bosoms softly. Angelina's rock her body to the fervor Nathaniel was eating her out. His rough tongue, plugging forward to her tiny hole, scissoring his fingers on her vulva.

"Fuck" her body trembled, sweat dripping down from her body. Her body shuddered in bliss.

"Shit" Nathaniel growled, pulling her closer to his mouth. He slowly put his finger inside her to get accustomed to the size of his finger before moving and she continued to rock her hips then added another one to hear a long scream from her.

It was heaven.

"Faster" she moaned, moving her hips to meet his finger.

He continued pistoling his fingers in her while playing with her clitoris, hitting her g-spot even now and then. Her legs trembling tremendously as her wall clenched around his fingers, he could feel her orgasm coming but that he didn't relent, fingerling her.

Angelina tried to pull away when the pleasure was too much to handle but Nathaniel held down, something was building on her like a volcano to be released. She squirmed, her toes curling, stomach knotting in anticipation. She was moaning his name like a favorite song as Nathaniel hit home, she squirts her juice, Nathaniel didn't wait a bit before sucking all of it dry and prolonging her release.

"Delicious" he muttered, standing up, looking at a tired Angelina.

He wore her out, he bent and kissed her forehead, "Sleep my sweet Angel" he said and she smiled drifting to the dreamland while Nathaniel stared at his pants.

He needed a cold shower.

~**~

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