35

1 year later

"Emilia! Stop making that face and smile at that damn camera! Don't make me claw out your blue eyes! I want to go home, drink wine with my husband and enjoy my life, not argue with you for ten hours why the hell are you wearing that dress you have one more try ma'am or you're not the face of my collection anymore and believe me there's ten thousand girls who would kill to be where you are I have made myself clear enough?" I snarl at the beautiful girl in front of me, with whom I've been working for hours and still haven't gotten anything done.

A little time has passed and I can finally, with full honesty, say that I am happy.

Just before Harry was born, Nate and I had a huge argument because Coen found out I was pregnant and decided to visit me. Nathaniel didn't like that at all and who was to blame again? Of course me. We almost banged our heads and decided not to live together for a while, until three weeks later, Harrison R. Vance-Hamilton saw the light of day.

I have fallen madly in love with my perfect son and every time I see him I thank God for this little creature who shows me the beauty of life just by the sparkle in his eyes.

His charisma is breathtaking and I cannot put my love for him into words.

The first months were hard and yet so beautiful. Nathaniel proposed to me when Harry was four months old. I said yes, of course, and Nate and I have been married for almost nine months now.

Of course Nate and I didn't stop fighting all of a sudden, but we learned to talk like adults and discuss things instead of yelling at each other until I cry and he gets drunk. We're doing better than ever now and I pray to God it never changes.

After much deliberation, my father finally decided to move to New York and I have no complaints. He takes care of Harry in a uniquely beautiful way, and every time the two meet, the air is brimming with positive energy. Roven has been in Berlin for two months, taking care of the business there and even though I miss him more than anything else, I don't begrudge him the attention he gets from Dad through his work and of course the recognition from other business partners. Flora has moved in with Noah after the two have spoken out and are now looking to start over. My sister is the best aunt one could ask for; showers Harry with presents every time she stops by.

When Harrison was three months old, Lia decided to do her own TV show and for almost seven months she has been living her dream. Lily is totally in the wedding stress and Aurora has her hands full.

I now have my own model agency and today I have the unique opportunity to present my works, which makes me excited.

"Mrs Hamilton, your husband is on the phone.", comes the voice of my assistant and with a sigh I reach for the phone.

"My heart," Nate begins the call and my chest immediately fills with butterflies and I suddenly become totally calm.

"Hello, Panther," I reply, ruffling my hair before running to my office and sending my son's nanny out.

I take the little prince on my lap and bury my nose in the hollow of his great-smelling neck while he giggles and plays with my bracelets.

"I miss you," I murmur as I notice my husband just enjoying the sound of our son's laughter.

"And I, you first. Phone sex and lewd texting doesn't even nearly satisfy my hunger. I can't wait to lose myself in you again," he sighs and I giggle, stroking my son's cheek and then kissing his fat little fingers .

"When does your plane land?" I ask, trying to get the image of Nate's naked body out of my mind.

"Nine o'clock tomorrow morning," Nate replies, and I hear his brother's voice in the background.

"Was that already?" I ask disappointed and get up with my son.

"No, we can talk on the phone but we shouldn't say anything, you know - inappropriate.", Nathaniel replies and I hear his crooked grin.

Armed for the challenge, I place Harry in his play area of my office before sitting in my chair and slowly rubbing my neck.

"I masturbated yesterday Nate," I whisper, almost moaning, as the thought of my orgasm from the previous day makes me super horny.

"Sophia," he warns sternly and I hear him sit up.

"The whole time I was thinking about that one time when we were on our way to a business dinner and I got to ride your hard cock. I love that you are so big and my pussy is so tight and small. I wish I would stick your fingers in my vulva again and torment you with my moans, but there are too many people watching."

I know I'm playing with fire and even if I'm punished for my little games, I don't give a damn; it only makes me hornier.

"I want to ram my fingers into your pussy." My husband's voice sounds in a harsh, lust-drenched tone.

"Are you alone?" I ask, unobtrusively massaging my chest, which is aching with excitement.

"You think I say dirty things like that next to my brother and my business associates? Would it turn you on?" "A little maybe." I moan, tightening my thighs.

"You're so dirty and yet so pure. When I get back to New York I'll fuck you in the car and then we'll drive home and I'll fuck you on the floor, in the bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the In the living room, in the pool and everywhere else I can think of. I didn't even masturbate and it was just so you have more." dress seems to be soaking.

"Do you love me?" Nate asks sternly and I know he's going to ask me this over and over while he fucks me over and over again.

"More than my life," I reply with a groan, getting a growl of approval in return.

"I love you Sophia. Take care and think of me when you fuck yourself," he says before hanging up and I stare out the window in my chair, heart racing.

Our strong sexual bond hasn't changed in all that time and I'm beyond happy about it.

While I've become a mom and some might find it too much that Nate and I are still so committed to our sex life, without that sexual bond we would have met, but the elevator thing never would have happened and he would have been closest to me Not fingered in his car for the day. It's incredibly important to me to be able to offer Nate that intense bond because when I'm upsetting him, one of my ways of calming him down is through sex. Of course, I'm aware that this isn't the best solution, but I don't care.

"John, please put Harry on your shoulders, I don't have the strength to carry him right now. He's getting heavier." I sigh as I get out of the van with Flora

"Of course, Sophia. Come here, little soldier.", the blue-eyed man laughs and helps my son out of his car seat.

Harrison will be a year in a month and I can't believe how quickly time has passed. Just yesterday Nate and I took him home from the hospital, and yet today I'm watching him giggle and laugh with John.

Flora and I skilfully ignore the paparazzi, who ask the most ridiculous questions again. I'm watching my sister seem to be losing her patience as things aren't going well for her and Noh at the moment and it's somehow leaked to the press.

She wanted to go on this business trip, but Noah just said he couldn't use her there, which I thought was a bit harsh, too.

One of the reasons I don't work with Nate is because we love each other but at the same time we bang our heads if we disagree. We are both stubborn and want to get our way, which often doesn't work when there are two different opinions. Sometimes one of us gives in, but that has also become a rarity. We recently had a house built and we immediately agreed on the external appearance; I'm just waiting for the bombshell when it comes to interior design.

But now I'm just looking forward to wrapping my arms around my husband and surrendering to him until I can't breathe anymore.

Just as we are walking to the private landing field, a young man stands in front of us, with a microphone in his hand and next to him his colleague with the camera.

"Flora, is it true that you and Noah aren't together anymore??" he asks and annoyed, John pushes him away, politely asking him to distance himself.

"Get that mic off my face. If I wasn't with him anymore, I wouldn't have taken the time to walk all the way here to pick him up, would I?!" she hisses, annoyed, and demands her own Bodyguard to take the men away.

"They're just supposed to keep their noses out of my shit, is that so hard?" my sister sighs, hooking her arm in mine.

"They're like cockroaches, darling, there's nothing you can do about that," I reply, kissing her forehead.

"At times like this, I hate fame," she murmurs, running her fingers through her brown hair.

We arrive at the huge landing pad and I watch with pride as my husband steps out of the black private jet, defiant with grace and dominance. His hair is a little shorter again and yet so long that he has tied it in a bun and I missed this sight so much. He buttons his jacket and shakes hands with the stewardess. Noah appears behind him and while Nate approaches us with a smile, he's wearing the cold mask for a change.

My husband's green crystals shine with joie de vivre and I grin broadly while Harry happily claps.

"You can put him down John," I say and he nods before lowering the little one from his shoulders to the floor.

Just before Nate flew two weeks ago, Harry started walking and in the meantime he's perfected his gait in his own way.

The proud smile that graces Nate's lips as Harry walks towards him is like nothing in the world. There is nothing more precious than that smile.

My husband runs up to our son and hugs him while he tucks his nose in the hollow of his throat just like I always do and inhales the smell.

Because of Nate's size, my little son is even tinier and I remember the first few weeks he was no bigger than a teddy bear in his father's arms.

"Hey, Noah." I smile as he walks towards me and I actually get a grin as a gift.

"Are you okay?" he asks as we hug. "Of course. With you?" I reply and break away from him.

"Only a little jet-lagged, but everything else is fine.", he laughs and turns to Flora.

Totally fixated on listening to the two of them talk, I don't even realize that Nate is already standing in front of me, smiling at my appearance.

"My heart," he sighs, and the sound of his voice makes my heart swell.

My hand immediately slides to his cheek and I grin at him like a teenager in love.

"Hi." I giggle and after Nate has passed our son to John, he pulls me by his arm and hugs me. His scent fills my nostrils and intoxicates me within seconds as I slip my arms under his jacket and absorb the warmth of his body.

"God, I missed you," he whispers and kisses my neck, letting his left hand wander to my bottom and pinches me so that I press against his erection, moaning softly.

"I missed you too," I reply, immediately uniting our lips.

Without much hesitation, he rams his tongue into my mouth and shamelessly rubs himself against me.

The fire slowly builds to a conflagration and the erection of my nipples warns me of the next few seconds.

Smiling, I pull away from my husband and stroke his cheek before he kisses my nose and then hugs our son again.

"Let's go home," he sighs and I can see the joy in his eyes, even though he's totally tired.

Hand in hand, Nate and I walk back to the car, followed by Noah and Flora, who don't seem to be speaking to each other but are still holding hands.

Completely ignoring the paparazzi, we get into the van, Nate strapping Harry in before we can get in too.

I press my body as close as possible to my husband's and inhale his masculine scent, fogging every cell in my body.

"I need alcohol." Flora mumbles after watching us and the next moment she's reaching for the handle of the mini fridge.

"You've been drinking a lot lately.", Noah only remarks and watches my sister with a stern expression on her face.

"How would you know that when you're hardly with me," she hisses and downs the whiskey.

"Don't start that again, Flora." Noah hisses, running his fingers through his long, brown locks.

"You're definitely not sleeping at home today.", "And the reason for this decision, Mrs. Hamilton?!", "Hmm, I think it's just because you're a bloody asshole.", my sister hisses at her boyfriend.

I instantly make eye contact with Nate and he just shakes his head with a sigh.

"If you would only act your age for once, then I wouldn't be a bloody asshole.", Noah replies tensely and sourly reaches for the bottle in Flora's hand.

"Give them back!" Flora calls and slaps Noah on the arm.

The two engage in a brief gaze duel and before I can even realize what is happening, they attack each other.

Noah's hand is instantly in Flora's hair and she herself claws at his waist as they passionately exchange spit.

"Nobody fucks near my son.", Nathaniel hisses and immediately the two separate.

"You guys are even more fucked up than we are, but still there is no shagging around Harry," says my husband, looking at his brother sternly.

The two just nod and I watch with a grin as my sister shifts restlessly in her seat.

A few minutes later we arrive in front of the couple's apartment and without really saying goodbye, they get out and almost run into the building.

"I'd like to smash Noah's skull in. He's been torturing me with his bad mood for the whole two weeks and now he was about to fuck his girlfriend in front of me," Nate murmurs, playing with one of my strands.

"Wouldn't be the first time I've caught these two having sex. When I was nine months pregnant with Harry, they did it in our toilet," I say, grimacing in disgust.

"That's why you had it sanitized," Nate replies, breaking out in laughter.

"I ran into Claire." I straighten to face my husband. Meeting his ex-wife was oddly good and totally unexpected, but I still hate seeing her.

"Did she bother you or insult you?" he asks, studying my face.

"Neither. She congratulated me on my wedding and made fun of Harry. I couldn't believe it, but she also apologized to me, Nate," I say while my fingers trace the line of his lips.

"Her new boyfriend is good for her." He replies and I look at him in surprise.

"How do you know she has a new boyfriend?" I ask excitedly, completely breaking away from my husband.

"There are people like that who not only annoy us by taking pictures of us, darling, they also take pictures of people like Claire and then put them on the so-called tabloids," Nate explains, barely holding back to burst out laughing.

Playfully angry, but also just before laughing, I hit his arm.

Quickly and deftly, Nate grabs my wrists and brings one of my hands to his erection while he holds the other in his. He brings his lips very close to mine and bites into it, grinning.

"I love you," he murmurs, moaning softly as I squeeze his sex in my hand.

"I love you," I whisper before connecting our lips and kissing him with all I'm entitled to.