Thirty-four - I can't get enough of you - Liar, Liar, Billionaires

"Hurry up boys. I am dying from suspense," Markings ordered quite excitedly as the men trooped into the large room.

As the boxes were being ripped open, Chloe herself was beginning to die from suspense. Her neck craned from where she was in Nathaniel's arms as though she would be able to see whatever was inside before the men do.

"Well?" Marking asked one of the men who was staring in wonder at one of the opened boxes.

"All I can see here are clothes sir."

"Same here," another one said from a corner.

"What do you mean by clothes?" Markings rushed into the compartment and true to the man's discovery, as the angry man dug into the box, packaged clothes came flying out.

"That dude better not ruin those goods. He won't be able to pay for any damages done," Amir said as he watched the dramatic display Markings was giving.

"Well, at least we succeeded in making him look like a fool," Gabriel added and Amir gave an agreeing smile.

"Next time, he won't be in a haste to call dirt on us."

Sounds of nylon ripping accompained Nathaniel's voice. A much more calm Chloe trained her eyes ahead as did the trio with her.

"There has to be something!" Markings angrily said. "Check everything! Every box, every cloth! We have to find it!"

"This dude is crazy. Those are unreleased new clothes design he is tossing around," Amir complained, making for the ravaging man after.

"He had better stay away from my coats," Gabriel added and went after Amir.

Chloe then began to wonder if really the brothers had nothing illegal ongoing. Did the Agency get some false information? Or did they assume facts based on Amir's situation with the rape thing?

Though very relieved that it was looking like she was not going to be discovered, Chloe knew that it was high time she got the facts right. She couldn't possibly be looking for evidences against innocent people.

And if they happen not to be so innocent...

"You don't have to look so worried Chloe, it is all over."

Unrealizing that she was biting her lip hard, Chloe looked towards Nathaniel whose hold on her waist still persisted. Actually, his hold seemed like something she had gotten used to already, like it was a part of her.

"Uh... sure. That's great." Then she asked the one question on her mind. "Why do you guys have this many clothes in hiding?"

His brows lifted as he said, "Well Chloe, all those materials in there are of unreleased designs from Sanquire Clothings- do you know about it?"

"Sanquire...?" He nodded before she could complete the question. "No, not really."

He pulled her even closer. "Well, that clothing line is a comeback of what used to be a once great cloth making empire."

"So?"

"As you know, we are businessmen. All we did was invest greatly in this comeback company and as a huge gift for us and our friends inclusive, the owner gave us these rare designs."

Chloe's eyes darted to the left as she pieced it together. It explained everything. The stated money in the flash drive, the coded account number...

Maybe she was wasting her time on the mission. Or maybe not.

Whichever one it was, Chloe knew until some kind of finalizing event happens, she was going to be in that house. And that seemed to Chloe, a long stay.

"Why do you think this Wood guy believes you have something illegal?" she asked as she looked his way again. The room ahead had become an absolute mess.

Nathaniel shrugged. "We have our rivals in business. I guess this is one of the ways of getting rid of us. Thankfully," the side of his lips shifted. ", we don't have a traitor within that could have made this search a succesful one."

Chloe drew a sharp breath. Suddenly, his hold didn't seem like home anymore. Slowly, she reached for his hand and tried to peel it off her waist. That move seemed to be working until Nathaniel grabbed her hand and entwined it with his, his arms till around her waist.

In addition to the heat she was feeling momentarily, his palm against hers generously contributed.

As she turned to face him, he seemed to be closer, their noses almost touched.

"I told you I can't get enough of you." It was happening again.

"You- you did?" Her throat seemed suddenly dry.

His eyes narrowing in thought for a seconds, he said, "Maybe I didn't use those exact words, but now I am saying it."

Chloe's eyes darted all over his face. "You can't-"

A smile on his lips, he repeated, "I can't get enough of you. And..." His thumb made a slow, body warming slide against her hand. "I don't care if you are a maid. Though, I totally dig that uniform of yours."

God damn his smile. It was even more beautiful than in her dream. "You do?"

"Trust me Chloe," His head ducked closer, she stood still, her eyes dancing. ",one day, I will take that uniform off you in a way that you will never forget and trust me, what will come afterwards..." His smirk grew. "You won't be able to handle."

Chloe almost groaned as she felt like she had creamed her pant a bit.

And Nathaniel wasn't done.

Finally, his hold on her released. But soon, he took a finger or maybe two to the side of her waist. Snuckily, he went pass her top and that was when Chloe remembered she wasn't putting on a bra.

"Nathaniel, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked innocently but his fingers were already drawing a line from the base of her breasts down to her waist. A slow, igniting line.

"St-" she swallowed as she felt her center cream even more.

"What?"

Her eyes fluttered as he repeated his action. "They are watching Nathaniel."

His eyes were still amusedly on her as he replied, "No, they are not." Ducking his head even closer, he went to her ear and said, "Even if they are, let them watch. They should all know that you..." he blew onto her lobe, she gasped. "...are mine."

Chloe had no idea she was clutching the end of his shirt. The thing she just felt was so... good. No, it felt amazing.

She wondered if that was what she was missing by never being in a relationship. Or maybe she was just lucky to have someone who knew how to tease so good.

Whichever it was, she knew she liked what she just felt seconds ago.

"That Wood guy just tore that place apart," Gabriel approached them and Nathaniel drew his torturing fingers back.

Sighing, Nathaniel looked ahead, so did Chloe.

Torn boxes here, clothes there, some shoes too, Markings had succesfully turned the place to a dumpster relative.

Nathaniel was about to say something when Markings came out.

"You men got lucky today. But it won't be like this next time because we will have our eyes on you all."

"We could give you some clothes for your troubles," Amir mocked from behind.

"Do I look like a beggar? Boys! Let's get the hell out of here."

"Yeah, do that. And never come back," Nathaniel firmly said.

"Good riddance to bad shit."

"Amir, it is bad riddance not bad shit," Gabriel corrected.

"You think I don't know that? Please..." Gabriel threw up surrending arms.