Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(51)

“God you’re such a good kisser,” I mumble against his lips.

“Glad you think so. I didn’t want to ask you once again what was on your mind so I figured a kiss would bring you back down to earth.” He chuckles.

“That did the trick.” I smile and kiss him softly.

“I’m glad it did although I’d like to know what is consuming your thoughts.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I can’t wait to get you naked in bed and have my wicked way with you?” I smirk.

“Yes, but I know that’s not what you were thinking about. You’re a shit liar,” he scoffs.

“I know I am but enlighten me, how did you know?”

“You didn’t have a perverted grin on your face or a boner. You looked sad and annoyed.”

“Damnit,” I mutter.

“Lindsey?”

“Yeah.” I sigh, and he nods.

“It’s been on my mind too. I don’t want to let her ruin our time here or my life anymore.” He smiles at me, and I want to jump up and fist bump the air, but I’ve done that way too much lately.

“So you’re going to stop thinking and start living?”

“I’ll try to stop overthinking things, but I’ll for sure start living. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun and did something that was outside of my comfort zone.”

“I’m proud of you for getting on that jet ski.” I kiss his neck wrapping my arms around him.

“I’m proud of myself. Thanks for driving it. Don’t think it would have ended well with just me.” He chuckles.

“Not sure either. First few times I drove one I ended up in the water.”

“I can see that happening. I can also imagine you fixing your hair straightaway after.” He tries not to laugh but quickly fails.

“Go on, make fun of my majestic hair. You’re just jealous.” I feign being offended.

“If I had anything to be jealous of it would be your confidence and your ass. Man, it’s peachy. Just ripe enough to grab.” He smirks and squeezes my ass.

“Well, well, well, Mister Collins. Someone is getting a lot braver by the day.” I smirk and kiss him deeply as the elevator dings, signaling that we’re at our level.

Just as we’re about to step off, someone walks in.

“You!” Lindsey shrieks, looking like she’s going to explode.

“What the f*ck are you doing here?” Nate bellows.

“I’m here to get you back and away from that sleazy man,” she sneers at me.

“Who the f*ck are you calling sleazy?” I glare at her.

“You! You couldn’t keep away from him huh? You had to go after him and ruin what I had!” she yells at me.

“What the hell are you going on about?” Nate asks, confused. I’m as confused as he is at this point.

“I just wanted us to have a happy family, to have babies together, to get married and to get a house together but no! Sleazebag here had to turn you on to men so I wouldn’t get what I wanted out of you!” She literally looks like she’s going to explode.

“None of that would have ever happened! I. Do. Not. Want. Kids! Or to get married. Or anything with you!” Nate says in a chilling voice.

“Oh it’ll happen. I always get my way.” She smirks at him. I have to give it to her, she’s tenacious.

“It won’t! I had the snip years ago. I cannot physically have kids,” he enunciates at her, hoping the coin will drop this time.

“What?” she asks in a soft, barely audible voice.

“Man you’re a piece of work. How did you stay with her for so long?” I can’t help but ask.

“Great head.” He smirks looking at me. “But not as good as you.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Good to know. That’s reassuring. See, babe, you never stood a chance, so whatever it is that you have planned, you can shove it up your stuck-up ass. It’s not going to happen. Deal with it.” I smirk at her.

“If you aren’t there next month in the Bahamas for Frank’s and our wedding, your father will make you pay for it. I’m willing to give you one last chance to man up and do what you’re supposed to do. You have one month to make up your mind. Past that, I’m sure your father will know just the right way on how to take care of things,” she says in a very controlled voice and with a creepy smile. She has Nate and she knows it, and I f*cking hate her for it.

“Come on, she’s not worth your time.” I walk Nate out of the elevator and walk to our room, making sure she doesn’t follow us, although she probably knows which room he’s staying in.

Watching them argue was like watching a car crash happening. You see it happen, you want to stop it, but there’s nothing you can do but brace for what’s to come. And that’s exactly what I’ll have to do. Brace for whatever decision Nate is going to make about the threat that is hanging over his head. He doesn’t have that many options. Go through with it and end it with me, forbidding us from living a happy life together or pick me and hope for the best regarding what kind of repercussion would ensue from his father’s wrath.

I slip the key in the slot and let us in. Nate walks in, and I close the door behind me. I’m usually good with words and advice, but this is the one time where I have no idea of what to say. I don’t know what could make it better for Nate. He looks defeated.