Chapter 1115

Nathan cast a serious gaze on her face. “I don’t have condoms.”
Michelle paused. Why did he think of condoms at this moment? It wasn’t like he needed any, since she was trying to get pregnant!
She hugged him. “It’s fine.”
He gently pushed her away. “No. You might get pregnant.”
She looked up. “Don’t you love children?”
He lifted a brow. “I’m not huge on kids. And I’m not ready to be a father just yet.”
She questioned, “So, what happens if I get pregnant?”
“That’s why we need protection!”
He clearly had no intention of getting Michelle pregnant. She came to realize that if she ever did conceive, she would need to hide it from him. She didn’t mind, because all she wanted was the child. Once she became pregnant, Nathan would be out of the picture.
She lied, “That won’t happen. It’s my safe period.”
“You sure?” He sounded hesitant.
It was a blatant lie, but she met his eyes with sincerity. “Of course! Why would I want to get pregnant?”
She rose onto her toes, brushing a kiss against his Adam’s apple, then the corner of his mouth. “Take me, won’t you?”
He shoved her against the wall, yanked her nightdress down, and kissed her forcefully.
…
The next morning, Nathan and Michelle were still curled up in bed, hugging each other even at 8:00 am. It was getting late.
Soon, his other assistant, Leon Maynard, knocked on the door and woke them up. “Mr. Lynch?”
Michelle stirred in Nathan’s arms. He promptly woke up.
Looking groggy, she asked, “What’s the time now?”
Nathan reached for his phone on the bedside table. It was eight in the morning.
“It’s eight?” She immediately pulled away from him and shot up in bed.
Neither of them had ever slept in this late. They had slept past midnight because they had too much fun.
“Holy moly! I’m gonna be late! I’ll get up now!”
She hopped out of bed and made a
beeline for the bathroom. At the
same time, Nathan was
disappointed with his lack of
self-discipline. As an heir, he had never caved in to his desires dike last, night, not when there was a morning meeting today.
He crawled out of bed and was greeted by the sight of clothes strewn all over. Michelle’s champagne colored nightdress from last night had been torn apart.
He walked over to the bathroom.
Leaning against the doorframe, he
“You’re
watched Michelle wash up. “Ye
running late anyway. Why don’t you put aside your work and have breakfast with me?”
After brushing her teeth, she splashed cold water on her face. A blush bloomed across her cheek, a radiance breaking through her usual cool composure.
She said, “No! I need to hurry to work! There’s still time.”
But her expression soured the moment she noticed the hickies on her neck in the mirror she shot Nathan a look through the reflection. “Mr. Lynch, don’t kiss me on the neck next time.”
She had no choice but to wear a collared shirt to hide the evidence of last night.
Nathan stepped in behind her, bracing his hands on the countertop. They weren’t hugging, but their bodies were pressed together all the same.
He whispered, “But that’s not what you said last night. You were the one who asked me to kiss you.”
Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. So what if she had changed her mind?
Nathan watched as she turned red. He slipped an arm around her waist and started kissing her softly on the neck.