One Good Reason, page 8
“Oh, no, that’s not happening.” I huffed at how brazen he was. “You were just fucking that skank, do you think I want that inside of me after her?” I pointed at his crotch.
He grabbed my neck and breathed his words into my ear. “Natalie. I didn’t fuck her nor will I fuck you. You are drunk. Now, come.”
“I’m just a little drunk.” I defended myself.
“That’s your perception. I lost count after five martinis. That’s a lot of alcohol for a girl your size and someone that gets a little tipsy after one glass of white wine.”
I knew I couldn’t drive and as sick as it was I wanted to be near him. I wanted him to fuck me. Once in the room, I knew he could not control himself. I wanted to always be near Noah Westlake. He had a hold on me I couldn’t explain. I knew he felt something similar. He was here. He left the skank and came to me.
I stood, and Noah stepped aside for me to lead the way. I walked towards the hallway keeping a three-foot pace ahead of him. He did not bother to quicken his step to be by my side, and I realized he was most enjoying the view of my behind in this little black dress. I stood in front of the elevator doors but did not press the button. He came alongside me and reached in front of me to press the button. I stared straight ahead though I inhaled his scent as the breeze off his skin passed in front of me.
When the elevator doors opened, Noah gestured with his hand for me to enter. I stepped in and turned continuing to keep my stare straight ahead. Noah followed in after me, pressed the button for the top floor and stood to eye me up but said nothing. I broke eye contact and looked up over his head. I wanted to fidget, but I didn’t want him to know how uncomfortable I felt.
The elevator doors opened on the top floor, Noah turned and exited before me. Four doors were surrounding a glass table adorned with a large flower arrangement in the center of a large foyer. He pointed to the door to our right. The gold plate on the door read Suite 2. I waited as he keyed in a number on the soft padded lock. He stepped aside, and I walked past him.
Decorated with shades of green and white the suite looked serene. A living room with two couches and a coffee table were the first pieces of furniture I noticed upon entering. To the right, there was a dining room table with six chairs and an all-white flower arrangement of Cala Lilies, Roses, Freesia and Lilacs in the center. To the left, French double doors opened to a king size bed covered with white fluffy bedding and way too many fern colored pillows. At the foot of the bed, a white upholstered bench stood with a dark leather overnight bag on top.
I turned back to look at Noah.
“I packed your clothes to change into tomorrow.” Noah nodded towards the bag. “And some toiletries.”
“Any pajamas,” I asked.
“No.” His answer clipped.
Noah walked toward the bathroom while I opened the leather bag. The first thing I grabbed was a smaller leather bag. When I walked into the bathroom, Noah stood to face the toilet. I dropped the toiletry bag on the marble countertop. Noah looked over at me but said nothing. I searched through the bag. He packed all the necessities: A hair tie to hold my hair back while I washed my face, my face wash, my toothbrush and his, toothpaste, facial moisturizer, deodorant, shampoo and conditioner, and a comb and brush.
“Did I forget anything?” He asked as he shook off the few remaining drops of piss from the tip of his cock.
I nodded. “Thank you for this.”
Noah moved to the sink and flipped on the water. “It’s more for me than you.” He said as he worked the soap between his hands.
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer me, dried his hands and walked out of the bathroom.
I followed behind him. “Noah, what does that mean?”
He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. He draped it over the chair in the corner of the room. He turned to face me. His broad chest was too much of a distraction. I wanted to run into his arms and feel his warm skin against mine. “Natalie, did you think I would sit at home once you left the house?”
“Noah, I’m allowed to go out, and you had naked Shelley to keep you busy.”
“I don’t want Shelley.”
“Do you flaunt your whores in my face to make me jealous?” The thought was like a punch to my stomach.
“You may not believe this, but those whores have nothing to do with you.” He slipped his trousers off. I kept my eyes focused on the upper portion of his body. “I owe you no explanation. You wanted me as much as I wanted you and that didn’t mean I would change anything about my life.”
“Maybe you are right you do not owe me an explanation. But kindness, maybe you owe me that.”
Now he looked like someone who got punched in the gut. There was silence and a long, painful stare until he spoke again. “Let’s get ready for bed.”
I let out a frustrated sigh, slipped off my stilettos and walked back into the bathroom. Just as I finished washing my face and brushing my teeth, Noah walked in wearing nothing but his gray boxer briefs, his bulge unavoidable. Using my face wash, he washed his face then brushed his teeth. I stood next to him working moisturizer into my skin. When he finished, he came behind me and released my hair from the hair tie. He grabbed my loose hair and placed it over my shoulder. I stared at him in the mirror while he leaned in and sucked on the exposed skin of my neck. Tilting to one side, I offered him more of my skin.
His hands moved over the material that still covered my body. When his fingers found the hem of my dress, he wrapped them under and pulled my little black dress over my head. The sound of the material moving over my skin and the brush of his knuckles all the way up sent chills throughout my body. I ached for him to bend me forward and fill me.
His warm breath still lingered on my skin, and his fingers trailed down my spine until they reached the clasp of my bra. With one quick movement, my bra was loose. I dropped my arms to my side, and the bra slipped onto the floor.
Noah and I were now on the same level playing field; He in his boxer briefs, I, in my black lace panties. He stopped and stared at me in the mirror. His hands rested on my hips, his eyes hanging heavy, the color made deeper from lust, my breasts full and heavy from that same lust.
“Bed,” was all he said right before he walked out of the bathroom.
I followed behind him. He walked to the far side of the bed and pulled back the comforter and the blankets. He climbed out of his underwear and slid into bed, covering himself with just the blankets. He then held up the covers on my side of the bed, and I joined him sans panties.
Noah leaned over, kissed my mouth, pulled me close to him and then… nothing.
He wasn’t kidding. He would not have sex with me because I had too much to drink.
But…
I needed him to fuck me especially because I was drunk. I was horny. I snuggled in closer to him, my behind pushing into his hard as a rock erection but he stayed. His one arm wrapped around my stomach and his other tucked under my pillow, his chin rested on the top of my head. I pushed back into his rock hard erection a little more…
“Natalie, go to sleep.” He spoke sternly.
Damn, what freaking willpower!
The morning was a different story. I slept off my drunk and Noah fucked me three times before we left the hotel room. The first time started when I felt his hands moving over my body. I was awake enough to take Noah. We hadn’t even changed position. We stayed spooning, and I separated my legs just enough for him to slip in from behind. His hand that rested on my belly moved a few inches down between my legs. He found me soaking wet and responded with a moan. It took all of a few minutes to send me over the edge.
When I finished, he moved his hand and grabbed my breast while pounding faster and deeper into me to find his release. Within minutes we both fell back to sleep, Noah’s cock remained soft inside of me.
The second time, we woke from our early morning nap, I turned to him, and he pinned me down and covered me. The next thing I felt was his cock inside of me. Then back to sleep.
The third time was in the shower. Noah pinned my back against the wall, and finger fucked me then dropped to his knees adding in a little tongue-lashing until my knees trembled and I could no longer stand. He finished by whirling me around and fucking me from behind.
Then he fed me breakfast.
A kind and benevolent man!
I dreaded going home. I had my car, so I called Noah who was following behind me.
“Noah, I have errands to run. I’ll be home later.”
There was a long pause.
“Noah, did you hear me?” I asked.
“She won’t be there.”
Another long pause, “On second thought I’ll do them later.” I was about to disconnect but stopped when Noah spoke.
“Natalie, I’m sorry.”
That was all he said. As a woman, I wanted to hear more. I wanted to know what specifically he was apologizing. He was changing, and I, determined to see this through because this man had my heart in a way no other human being ever had.
Chapter 6
Natalie, can you come into my office? Noah came from upstairs and stood just outside the kitchen.
I leaned on the counter finishing my glass of water. I sized him up. “I can and I will.”
He eyed me suspiciously. “Good. Thank you.”
I wondered why he acted so serious. What was he up to? I placed the empty glass in the sink and walked out of the kitchen and into his office.
Mrs. Ross sat on the couch bent over, looking through papers scattered on the coffee table. She looked up at me when I entered the room. Noah sat behind his desk studying me as I walked towards him.
“Have a seat Natalie.” He gestured to the chair closest to where I stood.
I sat down, crossed my legs, and folded my hands on my knee.
He spoke. “Natalie, I’m hosting an important dinner party next week here at the house. It will be a catered event downstairs in the wine cellar. The guest of honor is Senator Garrity. There will be high profile people attending this party…”
“No problem, I’ll stay in my room.” I interrupted him.
“That's not where I'm going with this. I’d like it…”
“I can leave for the night, no problem.” I interrupted him again.
“Natalie, can you please let me finish?” Irritation laced his words.
Mrs. Ross cleared her throat as she sat on the couch behind us. Both Noah and I glanced over at her. She continued scrutinizing the pile of papers in front of her.
Noah continued. “Natalie, I’d like you to attend. I don’t want you hiding out in the house or forced to find something to do outside of the home.”
“Mr. Westlake I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m more of an introvert…”
“You’ll attend, and it’s not up for discussion.” Noah paused. “And you’ll need a cocktail dress. I’ll pay for it. When you decide which dress have Mrs. Ross order it for you.”
I had nothing more to say and neither did Noah. I stood, walked out of the room and upstairs to my bedroom. I opened my laptop and searched for a dress.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. “Natalie, Can I come in?”
Thank goodness it was Mrs. Ross. “Come in,” I called out from the couch.
She walked in and sat down beside me. She leaned over and looked at my computer screen. “Don’t worry Natalie; you’ll be fine. All we have to do is find you a stunning dress.”
“Why does he want me there?”
“He may enjoy torturing you. He knows you’ll be uncomfortable. Maybe, he wants to push you out of your comfort zone.”
“I think he relishes in torturing me.” I skimmed through the dresses on the screen in front of me.
“Natalie, did you not hear Noah? He’s paying for the dress.” Mrs. Ross took the computer away from me and browsed dresses on Saks Fifth Avenue site. She clicked on preferences, which included all dresses two thousand dollars, and above, and we began our search.
From the first page, I saw the dress I wanted to wear. “That one Mrs. Ross.”
Mrs. Ross regarded me with a smile. “You have excellent taste, Ms. Natalie Hill. Order it!”
I giggled. “But it’s a five thousand dollar cocktail dress.”
“It is, and it is perfection, and it will look stunning on you. Now order it! And don’t forget the shoes.”
I clicked on my size, added the shoes and filled out the information. Mrs. Ross typed in the billing information, clicked on express shipping, we reviewed the order and hit send.
“Will you be at the party, Mrs. Ross?”
“No, I no longer attend events since my husband can not escort me.”
“I’m sorry about your husband.” Mrs. Ross shared little personal information, but she made me aware of her husband’s heart condition weeks ago.
“Natalie, I’m just so thankful that he’s still with me.” She patted my knee. “Now, back to the dinner party. I think you should wear your hair straight and back in a tight ponytail off your face. The mock collar on that dress will set the look.”
“I agree. Mrs. Ross, I’m nervous.”
“Natalie, with your education you’ll be able to hold your own.”
“That’s not what worries me.” I looked down at my hands folded in my lap.
“Ah, I see, Noah, I mean Mr. Westlake worries you.”
“I never know what his mood will be.”
“He’ll be on his best behavior that night, and anyway, he’ll have his date to occupy his attention.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. I never considered that Noah was inviting a date to the party. After the night he promised he’d try to be better, I assumed that meant for me. “Do you know who his date is?”
“Some Russian model. I heard him talking to her this morning.”
“A model.” I wanted to vomit.
“Not a famous model but she models.” Mrs. Ross stood up from the couch. “I need to get back to work and don’t worry; you’ll be fine.”
As soon as Mrs. Ross exited my room, I panicked. Noah’s intention for wanting me to attend this party was so he could rub his Russian model in my face. That shit!
I will show him. I’ll make sure I look irresistible that night and flirt with every available man there. He’ll wish he never asked his Russian model to come as his date.
I picked up my cell and made all the appropriate appointments: Hair, skin, and nails. Then I must find some sexy lingerie because according to that picture my new silk dress is see-through.
The day of the party I worked out then read by the pool until four o’clock. The staff hired to cater the party was busy working most of the day. I passed Noah only a few times early in the day. By the third time, he stopped to talk with me.
“Natalie, do you think you should parade around in that postage stamp you call a bikini?” He asked.
“No one is paying attention.” I insisted.
“Yes, they are. You are distracting all the men setting up for my party with your sweet little ass cheeks hanging out of that four by four piece of material.” Noah continue
“You imagine they are.” I knew they were but feigned innocence.
“No, I’m not and either way, I find it distracting.” He admitted. Something Noah Westlake, rarely, if ever, did.
“Don’t worry your girlfriend will be here to reel you in.”
“I see Mrs. Ross told you I have a date for this evening.”
“She did.” I kept things simple and friendly, but I knew he saw right through me. I wondered when his little Russian girlfriend would show up. Knowing Noah, he’d send his driver to get her in time for the party. No sooner, no later.
“Natalie, it would be inappropriate to have my daughter’s nanny as my date.”
“But not inappropriate to fuck me.”
I watched his face recede at my blatant honesty. “Natalie.”
“No. Noah I don’t want to hear it anymore. You don’t owe me an explanation but what I don’t understand is why I need to be there?”
“Because I want you there.” He paused then changed the subject. “Did you get a dress?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He replied then walked away.
Once again, a cold, cruel man replaced the Noah I thought I knew. I recognized my time here was coming to an end. I could no longer ride this roller coaster with Noah Westlake. And seeing him here tonight with his date might be the end of whatever he and I have.
At five o’clock I showered. My primping crew would arrive at six, and I wanted to be ready for them. I bought a few bottles of champagne up to my room for myself and to share with the girls helping beautify me.
At six o’clock the caterer sent them up to my room. I heard a knock on the door and welcomed them in. I showed them my dress and left my look to the professionals. The stylist suggested the same look Mrs. Ross mentioned for my hair and the make-up artist decided on a smokey eye and kept everything else nude including the nail polish.
The party started at eight. I stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe the person looking back was me. I looked like someone else. Someone glamorous. My stylist spent most of the time flat ironing my hair to perfection leaving the last small detail of pulling it back to the end and my make-up added to the sleek, sexy look.
My dress was eloquent and simple: a black sleeveless silk dress with a mock ruffled collar with sequin details around the hem. Underneath I wore a La Perla one-piece body suit. The pleated details of the dress disguised my most private areas, but the black silk did little to hide my legs right up to the lines of my La Perla lingerie.
I glanced over at the clock on the desk. It was too early to go down. I’d wait, sip my champagne hoping to calm my nerves until eight fifteen then I’d join the other guests.
I heard the doorbell ring multiple times, and I wondered if Noah expected me to greet the other guests. I emptied the last bit of champagne in my glass and looked at myself one last time. I took in a deep breath and exited my room.
My insides quivered as I walked down the stairs. From the bottom step I stared at the backs of many of the guests, I scanned the room for Noah, and though I couldn’t see him, I could hear his voice. I circled the one column and stepped into the room.
