Angel (NSC Industries)

by Sidebottom, D H

  “Jesus, Yes” I breathed, closing my eyes and picturing his hard body. Pressing my thighs together and chewing my bottom lip, I declared it was time to go home.

  I had business to take care of.

  ***

  It was 2am and I was laid in bed; the house was empty as the kids were at my mother’s for the weekend and my mind was wandering to the times I had made love to Nate.

  I couldn’t shake this damn arousal. Everything was pulsing in me.

  My fingers skimmed under the duvet, stroking the inside of my thigh and picturing Nate’s sexy smile, they ventured further up, rubbing against my clit.

  My other hand caressed my breast as my breath hitched. Inserting 2 fingers, I was amazed how wet I was. I was dripping. Working at a frantic rhythm, I urged to get release.

  Getting frustrated, I reached over and opened my side drawer. Retrieving my vibrator, I switched it with my fingers.

  Nate’s image appeared in my mind, his body pumping away frantically at me as I mimicked the action with my vibrator.

  Just as I was nearing my orgasm, my phone trilled its text message alert. “Fuck me” I grunted, the moment now gone.

  I reached for my phone; sure it was Beth up for a late night texting session. I was surprised to see it was from Nate:

  NATE:

  You awake Liv?

  Well I would be now, even if I had been asleep.

  ME:

  Yh x

  NATE:

  What you up to? Xx

  What a stupid thing to ask at 2am on a Sunday morning.

  ME:

  In bed xxx

  NATE:

  Oh… What r u wearing? ;-) Xxx

  Now it was getting interesting, and I was still ultra horny so I decided to have some fun.

  ME:

  A smile!!! Xxx

  NATE:

  Oh Jesus xxx

  ME:

  ;-) Xxx

  NATE:

  Is BOB there? Xxx

  ME:

  He’s laid beside me Xxx

  NATE:

  (Gulping) what’s he doing?

  Xxx

  ME:

  Nothing ‘NOW’, he says he’s feeling ‘drained’

  Xxx

  NATE:

  Lucky sod, u should give him a rest, you’re wearing him out baby

  You need the real thing

  Xxx

  ME:

  Mmmm yes I do!!!!! BOB’s now saying that I only use him for sex

  And I don’t care about him

  Xxx

  NATE:

  (Groaning) he needs somebody to take the pressure off for him ;-)

  Xxx

  ME:

  (Groaning also) It’s my pressure I need taking care of

  Xxx

  NATE:

  (Panting) I’d ‘LOVE’ to take the pressure off for u baby

  Xxx

  ME:

  (Panting hard) the pressures getting pounding now Nate (moaning)

  Xxx

  NATE:

  (Panting harder) Pounding???

  Xxx

  ME:

  (Panting and pounding faster) Yes!!

  It’s really hammering now Nate

  Xxx

  NATE:

  (Panting and hammering faster)

  I’m really hammering my pressure too Liv

  You ready to release your pressure Baby?

  Xxx

  ME:

  (Gasping) GOD YES NATE!!!!!

  Xxx

  NATE:

  (Breathless) Better baby?

  Xxx

  ME:

  (I think I actually STOPPED breathing)

  Much better, thank u ;-)

  Xxx

  NATE:

  (Grinning like a Cheshire cat)

  Good, me too

  Xxx

  ME:

  (Very relaxed now)

  Goodnight Nate

  Xxx

  NATE:

  (Rolled over for a cuddle)

  Night Baby

  Xxx

  I rolled over and drifted off to sleep, wearing nothing but a huge grin.

  CHAPTER 6

  Monday morning had rolled round again, and as usual I was running late.

  Jumping from the shower, I wrapped a towel around me and ran across the landing to my room to get dressed. Rummaging around in my wardrobe for my favourite mint green, sheer blouse, that I needed to team with my black and green skirt, I realized it wasn’t in there “Erin!” I shouted.

  She was always ‘borrowing’ my clothes but she never returned them.

  I ran to her bedroom, and after opening her wardrobe doors, I found it straight away. Rushing back across the landing I bumped into Nate coming out the bathroom.

  “What the hell?” I mumbled into his hard chest.

  “Morning, baby” his voice was low and husky as he looked over my body. “You ready for me?” he asked, his lips twitching.

  “What the hell are you doing here, Nate? You’re way too early” I sniped, pulling my towel higher.

  He didn’t answer me as he slowly gazed over my near-bare form, his eyes stopping at the scar I had running across my right collarbone.

  I flinched as he ran his finger, delicately across it. “I was up early and thinking of you, so I thought I’d have a coffee before work” he said softly, still tracing the scar with his finger and his troubled eyes.

  “How did you get this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and searching my face.

  Swallowing hard I stepped back. “Matt should be in the kitchen, he’ll make you a drink while I get dressed” I stuttered and pushed past him.

  Closing the bedroom door behind me I let out a breath when I heard Nate descend the stairs.

  I sat on my bed and desperately fought for some control. I knew that this part of my life was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever have to face. He was like a magnet, pulling me in every time with a hold so strong, I would have to rip myself in two to get away from him; a hold so deep it had endured twenty years.

  I had always wondered if I’d see him again but I didn’t expect the attraction to be so strong between us still. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, especially after the texting episode Saturday night, but I wondered if he’d still feel that attraction after he saw the real me.

  Quickly dressing, I hurried downstairs, apprehensive at leaving Matt alone with an inquisitive Nate.

  As I entered the kitchen they were both laughing and chatting about the superbike championship that had took place over the weekend.

  “Morning mum, Nate’s been telling me about his bike” he beamed, “he said he’d take me for a ride one day… if it’s okay with you?”

  Nodding, I turned to Nate “You still ride?”

  This was something I hadn’t expected now that he was a high-profiled businessman. “Course” he said, giving me a bewildered gaze. “I’ll never give up the thrill of the ride, Liv” he added, with a twitch of his lips.

  Goddam it! Everything he said had me heating up like a horny hormonal teenager.

  “You’re mum used to love riding with me” he told Matt, his eyes bright and clear “The buzz she gave off was electrifying, the excitement in her as we tore through the streets was mesmerising.”

  His eyes held mine as he pulled us both into those memories. The images of us speeding through the countryside, laughing as I held on to him, the wind in our face and not a care in our lives.

  “Right, I’d better leave for school” Matt interrupted, clearing his throat. Sensing his embarrassment I chuckled softly.

  “You seeing Dr Greene tonight?” he blurted.

  Closing my eyes on a sigh I hoped Nate hadn’t heard him, once again I was disappointed. “Are you ill, Liv?” Nate questioned “We can miss work if you’re not feeling good.”

  Matt laughed. “Noooo, it’s her ‘head doctor’” he enlightened.

  Pressing my fingertips on my temples, I was starting to get a headache. Turning my ba
ck on Nate I glared at Matt. “YES” I hissed at him “I’m meeting Dr Greene tonight and you’re at grandmas for tea, I’ll tell her to poison that loose mouth of yours.”

  Cringing and mouthing sorry, he swiftly picked up his bag and rushed out of the door.

  Plastering a huge smile on my face I turned to Nate. “Ready?” I asked brightly.

  He was stood scrutinizing me, a deep look on his face “You see a psychologist, Liv?”

  Laughing nervously, I looked away. “Who doesn’t nowadays?” I asked awkwardly. “Come on, we’ll be late” I said, ending the discussion abruptly.

  Gathering my things, I gestured to the door without looking at him. He walked over to me slowly still analysing my face, and placed his finger gently on my nose. “I think me and you need to talk soon, baby” he whispered strictly, his breathing hard and slow.

  Chewing my lip, I dropped my gaze away from his and walked to the door, my heart slamming in my chest. “Come on” I said simply.

  We arrived at work a short while later and Bert was stood on duty. “Morning, Olivia” he beamed at me, his eyes flitting between me and Nate. “Mr Carter” he said with a nod of his head and Nate nodded back to him.

  “Hi Beef, a little bird told me that you and a certain lady hit the town this weekend” I grinned, raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips. “The little birdie was correct, sugar” he winked, chuckling.

  Laughing with him I patted his arm “Well done you, it took you long enough.”

  “We can’t rush true love, Olivia” he smirked.

  Taking my hand and pulling on it Nate grumbled giving Bert a suspicious look “Come on, Liv.”

  Biting my lip, I said goodbye to Bert and entered the foyer behind Nate.

  “I just need to retrieve my messages from Samantha and then we’ll ride up together” he commanded. Pulling my hand out of his he gave me a questioning look “Something wrong Liv?”

  Tilting my head at him, stumped by his attitude, I glared at him. “Did you have to be so rude to Bert? He’s my friend” I snapped.

  “You shouldn’t make friends with the staff, Liv” he stated.

  “WHAT?” I scoffed, astonished.

  “I said you shouldn’t make friends with the staff” he repeated slowly, as though I was dumb.

  “How dare you!” I stammered “You don’t have the right to pick my bloody friends, Nate.”

  “He’s just a fucking doorman, Liv” he countered, amazed at my outburst. “Just… a… fuckin’… doorman?” I repeated gobsmacked. “Listen to his highness. Too far up his own arse to talk to the minions” I mocked acidly, “Well, I’m one of those fuckin’ minions, Nate and I’m sorry if I’m not up to your fuckin’ standards” I raged and stormed to the elevator, noticing Miss Wet Kippers stunned face.

  “Liv!” Nate shouted to me as I hurled myself into the lift and rapidly banged the ‘close door’ button.

  I needed to calm down before I reached my floor and Nate joining me in the lift was not going to help me achieve that. I was livid. How fucking dare he dictate to me who I could friends with. We weren’t even in a relationship and even then I wouldn’t put up with that shit again.

  Departing the elevator on my floor, I made my way to the bathroom, taking huge gulps of air and mentally prepping myself for work.

  Banging the door back against the wall as I entered I heard a gasp from one of the cubicles. “Sorry” I muttered to whomever.

  “Olivia? That you?” Leah’s voice came from behind the closed door.

  “Yeah, it’s me. Late and flustered again” I laughed ironically.

  “You okay, Honey?” I mumbled a confirmation, repairing my make-up in the mirror as the toilet flushed and Leah emerged from the cubicle.

  “Men Trouble?” she asked, scrutinising her own make-up in the same mirror, her eyes fixed on mine as she washed her hands.

  “Humph” I grumbled without elaborating further. “How did the date with Bert go?” I asked, changing the topic to her.

  “Oh God, he’s wonderful Olivia” she gushed with a dreamy look, “sweet, attentive and such a gentleman. He opened every door for me, refused to let me pay half and even made me breakfast” she added with a sly grin.

  “You didn’t?” I spluttered my eyes wide.

  She shrugged shyly “I couldn’t not.”

  “Hey, I’m not judging. Good on you girl! Why not, you’re both adults” I appeased, rubbing her arm “At least someone’s getting it” I added with a smile.

  “Talking of ‘getting it’, is it true about you and Carter?” she asked, sheepishly.

  “We’re just friends” I told her “we used to go out at uni.”

  “Oh right” she nodded as we exited the bathroom and made our way to our desks “Is it true what they say?” she asked. Puzzled, I turned to her “That he’s fucking hot in the sack” she giggled.

  “I couldn’t possibly comment on that, Miss Ward” I smirked.

  An hour later I was at my computer, working furiously when my phone alerted me to a text.

  NATE:

  I’m sorry, baby.

  Lunch in my office? 12.30?

  Xxxx

  Well that was something I suppose, at least he had the decency to apologise. I texted back a confirmation.

  ME:

  Sure

  Xxxx

  Lunch in his office. This should be fun. I was starting to get uncomfortable in his presence, in more ways than one. Even though I craved him there was also a part of me that was nervous around his cross-examining, not sure how much would slip out when he was being intimate and my brain shut down.

  Continuing with my work to take my mind of it, the morning flew by and glancing at the clock, I found that it was already 12:20.

  Standing from my desk, I shouted over to Grace “I’m off for lunch now, Grace.”

  “Okay sweetie. You couldn’t fetch me a sandwich form the deli could you?” she asked. “Well… I’m not going to the deli. I’m having lunch with Nate in his office” I mumbled embarrassed. Her eyes widened as she looked over at me.

  “Oh okay sweetie, no problem” she smiled “have fun.”

  Exiting the elevator on the 50th floor I was amazed at the difference between our floors. This one was still hexagonal but only had 2 small corridors and 1 large corridor branching from the main reception area.

  I approached the desk, where a young, happy faced man was sat. “Hi” I smiled “I have an appointment with Mr Carter.” Looking up, he smiled widely, showing glorious white teeth and I was quite jealous of him.

  “Miss Adams?” he asked politely. I nodded my confirmation “He’s expecting you. Just down that corridor” he said, pointing in the direction of the largest hallway.

  Thanking him I headed down the barren corridor, reaching another large reception desk. “Hi. Miss Adams to see Mr Carter” I repeated to the prim, forty-something woman. She was very striking, sporting a close cropped pixie cut while her angular features emphasised her stunning face. She was wearing a severe, expensive black trouser suit that was as tight as her face.

  She peered at me, her eyes sliding up and down me and her lip curled in disgust. Pressing a button on her desk, she spoke into a microphone “Miss Adams in reception, Mr Carter.”

  “Send her in please, Rachel” Nate’s voice came through a speaker. “Please go in” she barked, signalling towards a door.

  Scurrying away trying to escape her glare, I stumbled through Nate’s door and ended up on my knees in his office. Laughing he came over, settled his hand on the top of my head and smirked “You don’t have to kneel, Liv. A simple ‘hi’ will do.”

  Mortified I raised to my feet. “Sorry Sir” I bowed, sarcastically “I wanted to kiss your feet.”

  Smiling his unique sexy smile he sighed “There’s more than my feet you can kiss while you’re on your knees, baby.”

  My breathing accelerated and my heart pumped violently. “Do you ever stop?” I chastised him. “Never” he returned with a wry sm
ile and a wink.

  Taking my hand he led me over to a glass coffee table and I took a quick glance around his office. It was huge. Again, the furniture was white leather but with severe black fixtures. The simple white walls were adorned with bright abstracts, the splash of colour warming the coldness of the room.

  His desk stood against a colossal window, overlooking London. On one wall was another door, presumably Nate’s private bathroom and to the side of this was a huge, wall mounted flat screen television above a mini bar.

  On the opposite wall to his desk were a large couch and the coffee table Nate had steered me towards.

  “Sit” he ordered. Placing myself down on the sofa, Nate sat next to me and reached towards the table, where there was a selection of breads, meats and fruits.

  Placing a selection onto a plate, he handed it me along with a napkin and then proceeded to pour me a glass of wine. He raised his own glass to mine in a toast. “To being on your knees, baby” he winked.

  Shaking my head at him, I took a bite of the fresh, crusty bread. “Mmmm” I chewed, closing my eyes. It was delicious, crusty on the outside and soft and airy on the inside.

  Nate growled low in his chest. “That good, Angel?” he whispered huskily.

  My eyes flew open as I stared at him. It had been twenty years since I’d heard him call me ‘Angel’ and it stunned me back to the time he had first said it me.

  We had been snuggled together after making love, both lost in our own thoughts. “I love you, Liv” he had said softly gently stroking my back. Nestling deeper into his chest I had murmured my own loving declaration. “You own me. You’re the other half of me Liv, the angel of my soul” he had breathed. Ever since then he had adopted the ‘Angel’ pet name every time he told me he loved me.