27

I arrive at my apartment totally exhausted and a little depressed, already hearing Kate's voice on the phone to her mother.

I left Nate's office without a word simply because I was too ashamed of what happened to Claire.

Of course, it goes without saying that I have sex with my boyfriend, but being caught doing it, and by his ex-wife, is not something I long for.

I was so uncomfortable and embarrassed. I can't even explain how much I would like to sink into the ground simply because it was so humiliating. Claire already thinks I'm a little tart. I don't even want to know what she thinks of me now.

That only happens to me.

For Nate, it's all kind of bogus and nowhere near a problem, but for me it's somewhere between catastrophe and disaster.

In a matter of minutes, I'm running a hot bath, adding some lather, and lying in while enjoying whatever classic piece suits my situation perfectly.

My head is so full and I just have no idea how to change it. On the one hand I want to solve all my problems somehow, but on the other hand I just want to be happy. It seems so damn hard for me to live carefree for more than two days. I've only been in New York for almost three months and yet I'm craving the beach in Miami and the atmosphere that goes with it. However, I don't want anyone with me. Neither my best friend nor Nate. In my head, however, I'm postponing this trip because I'm not going anywhere until I've cleared things up with Nate.

I lie in the bathtub until the water cools and my whole body seems to shrivel up.

Just as I'm about to finish creaming my body, the doorbell rings and I hurry into my nightgown, confident that Nate is at the door.

However, not feeling the familiar heat that hits my groin when Nate enters a room, I yank open the door in confusion, only to meet Coen's brown eyes.

His gaze slides down my side and as I notice his brown eyes devouring me, I swallow hard and feel uncomfortable.

"What are you doing here?" I ask confused and walk towards him.

"I was worried about you when I saw you walking out of the building so exhausted," replies Coen as we arrive in my room.

With a sigh, I offer the Brit the couch and sit down in front of him on the armchair.

"What happened then?", "We only had a small difference of opinion.", I answer and tenderness and longing flash in his brown eyes.

"I just care about you, Bambi. You are everything to me and that sight put a knife in my chest. This guy is not good for you, Sophia. You hardly smile anymore. He doesn't make you happy and you know it you just like me."

His deep voice makes something deep in my chest vibrate, but at the same time his words and attacking Nate bother me.

"I love him," I say defiantly; cross my arms over my chest like a little child and hardly notice how much my breasts are bared.

"Stop slapping me in the face, Sophia. I get it!", "Then why don't you just leave me alone, Coen?" I ask, sighing and totally exhausted by everything that's going on around me.

"Because I love you too. I've never stopped and you know that mafia boss will never love you like I do."

The brown that surrounds his irises is far too bright and my stomach churns at the thought of how badly he must be suffering.

"You shouldn't have come here, Coen..." I mumble, ruffling my hair.

His sudden rise makes me wince and a little overwhelmed I watch him pacing back and forth in anger.

"You know what? I actually hate you. Oh god and how I hate you. You turned my head with those brown eyes. You are the reason for my sleepless nights and every time I lay in bed I think of ours first night together. The way you begged me with tears in your eyes to continue and God, after that you were insatiable. Sophia", he kneels down in front of me and puts his hand on my cheek, "I remember exactly how how good you feel and how good you taste, how wonderful your moans sound and how you look when you cum. It's like every thought of it makes me relive it all and I love it," Coen whispers to me, looking down deep into my eyes and even if his words had an effect on me, I break away from his touch,before I get up and look at him regretfully.

"It's best you go now," I murmur, feeling totally uncomfortable.

"Bambi, please..." Coen says as the door opens.

"Sophia."

My head bangs up and I swallow hard as I look into the green crystals of Nate.

His eyes spit fire and just looking at his stance I can tell how hard he's pulling himself together.

It can only end in complete disaster.

"Nate, w-what are you d-doing here?" I ask, stuttering, about to just pass out.

"What is this son of a bitch doing here?" Nate asks without even looking at me.

"She's not accountable to you, Vance." Coen hisses, walking towards Nate.

I hold my breath as the two face each other because it's pretty clear they're going to fight, although on the one hand I still haven't given up hope that it might not come to that.

"Oh yes she is. Do you know why? Because she's my girlfriend," Nate hisses now, looking down at Coen.

My panther, which is ready to attack at any moment at this very moment, is now looking in my direction, but not in my eyes.

"What is he doing here?", "He just wanted to talk.", I answer as if at the push of a button.

My knees are shaking and I can't breathe properly and as long as Nate doesn't look at me my heart won't stop bleeding.

"Then why do you look like that?" he hisses at me, looking down my body and then closing his eyes.

"I thought you were here. I'm sorry Nate. I was about to send him away anyway," I say nervously, walking towards him, but stop abruptly when he raises his hand.

"Why do you let him treat you like that, Sophia?!" Coen hisses and looks at me in bewilderment.

"Send that mutt away, Sophia, or I'll lose my temper," snaps Nate, seeming really close to freaking out completely.

"Go now, Coen. Please. I beg you, just go. I have to calm him down, but your presence doesn't make it easy.", I say and look at Coen pleadingly.

"What if he hurts you?!" he hisses, resisting my touch. "He won't.", "How do you know that?! Look out, you sick bastard. If you hurt her hair, I'll kill her! I swear to God!" doesn't seem to be himself anymore.

"Coen please..." I sigh and even if he hesitates, he leaves the apartment.

I get back to my room, close the door and with the slam, Nate grabs my neck, not tight of course, so I can still breathe normally. My heart is pounding against my chest and my pulse is racing. Arousal and incredible hunger fills my body, and as Nate presses his hard erection against my genitals, I groan and chew.

"It makes you horny to see me at the limit of my patience, doesn't it?" he hisses, looking into my eyes.

"No..." I lie, gulping, rubbing against his hard cock to saturate my throbbing clit.

Within seconds my nightgown is on the floor and I'm standing completely naked in front of Nate. His large hand slips between my legs and I gasp harder as he slowly moves his fingers.

"Then why are you so wet already?" he snarls, licking his fingers and pressing my head against the door.

"Don't ever lie to me again, kitten, or I'll get even more angry than I am right now."

He lets go of me and turns around before sitting on my bed.

"Don't let me make it up to me...", I say swallowing and before he can defend himself in any way, I kneel down in front of him; already fumbling with his belt buckle.

"Stop it," he hisses, grabbing one of my hands, but I forestall him.

In a flash, I grab his erection, massaging him from root to tip, enjoying the sound of his erotic moans filling the room.

As I bow my head, taking in his length more and more and moaning loudly, I feel him finally stop struggling and from that moment on he's mine for the whole evening.

Waking up the next morning in my rumpled sheets, still smelling so wonderfully of Nate and sex, I sigh loudly because he himself is no longer there.

Even though we had a great night, I know how pissed he is still about the Coen thing.

Nate hates not being in control of anything or anyone, and sadly for Coen, that's true. In addition, there is also the jealousy with the extreme possessiveness in connection with the Brit, which is why Nate quickly loses his composure with him. No matter how many times I tell him I only love him, it won't change anything.

He believes me and he trusts me too, but he doesn't trust other people and especially not Coen.

I can't even imagine the agony it was for him when we first spoke about my first boyfriend and he found out that he took my virginity away from me.

Long story short, Nate has every reason to react like this when Coen comes near me.

On the one hand I like it when he's jealous, but on the other hand I remember how painful it is for him.

Sighing, I bury my face into Nate's pillow to inhale his scent, hoping never to forget him.

I wonder where he had to go so early.

It's Saturday morning and even though Nate is a busy businessman, he also has Saturday off.

From everyone, my hand slides to the bedside table where I grab my cell phone and immediately dial his number.

"What can I do for you, Sophia?" Stefanie's lovely voice sounds and I see her sweet grin right in front of me.

"I'd like to speak to Nate," I reply, sitting up.

"Sophia, uhm-", "Is he in a meeting? Or is he not in the office at all? Do you know where he is?" I ask angrily at the sound of her voice.

"He's just here - he said explicitly that he doesn't want to speak to you. He also said that you don't have to come to the office because he wouldn't see you. I'm sorry, Sophia," the assistant mumbles my friend and with every word my heart seems to break a little more.

"Was he angry?" I ask desperately, standing up with gulps. "Rather disappointed, but anger is also quite good.", Stefanie answers me and after a bye I hang up.

"Fuck!" I yell, throwing my phone against the door, still trying to stay as calm as possible.

"What's happening??"

Kate's blue eyes pop up and I just shake my head apologetically.

"It's okay, Katy. I'm just a little, well, frustrated." I mumble annoyed, reaching for my underwear.

"After a night like this with your Mr. Sexgod, you shouldn't be at all frustrated." Kate replies, totally amused, while I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown again.

"I'll leave you alone, don't worry. If you need anything, you know where to find me.", my best friend says with a sigh and gives me a kiss on the cheek before she also leaves the apartment.

I would love to drive to the office and confront him. Asking him what the hell this shit is about, but then I remember that it's probably going to end in disaster.

Again, if it's not his ex, Coen will do something to break us up. Oh god, why can't I just be happy with Nate without being disturbed?