His Temptation

Stranger? Stalker? BFF?

Chapter 20

Stranger? Stalker? BFF?

I feel sad but mainly hurt by what I witnessed in Dominic's office. I'm sitting in the restroom, looking at my phone. I got a text after Dominic left the ladies' room. I am perplexed. I am lost; I don't know if I should open the text and read it. The contact in my phone says this text came from ©BFF Amanda©.

Why would she text me? What does she have to say to me?

I haven't talked with her since she sneeringly sent me packing from her and Brain's life.

It was clear as crystal; it was never my life. If it was, she took it from me. I don't know if I should be grateful it played out as it did. I think it was for the best; I can say life hasn't been dull since I started to work here. There are too many thoughts, but one thing is for sure:

Curiosity killed the cat, they say. Oh yes, I can't help it; I want to know.

'Don't think you can get away with coming on to my husband! I will mess up your life more than I already have. @manda ©’

I sit there in shock. I would never even consider touching Brian again. He disgusts me.

I wonder if I should reply to this text or not. I don't know what is worse, ignoring or responding. I decided to reply to her text.

'Hello, my dear backstabbing BFF, I wouldn't touch you vile husband even if you paid me.

Men are falling at my feet, so I don't need sloppy seconds!'

I didn't even think before pressing send. s**t, maybe I shouldn't have. Oh dear, what will she do now? I'm kind of worried about what will happen. Maybe it was empty threats on can hope, but you never know.

I leave the restroom and go to find Kyle. I am met by an employee by his desk that I don't know by name who tells me Mr. Dominic Matthews sent him out to buy something and will do some overtime. I don't want to risk seeing Dominic today, so I texted Kyle that I had a tough day and am going home.

I walk towards my desk to get my bag. When I get there, Nathan sits in my chair smiling; he is too confident for his own good. That smile melts my core, and I am sure he knows it.

His smile tells me, 'he's the cat that got the cream and beaten all the alleycats to it.'

"Heaven called me to ask if I have seen their missing Angel."

"I hope you told them you've seen no angels or anyone with wings around here."

I laugh at his silly sweetness.

"That's going to be hard when I am mesmerized by the Angel infront of me."

He takes my hand and holds it gently as he kisses it. His manly moan sends shivers down my core and abruptly breaks the enthrall by softly saying,

"I know Dom sent Kyle out on errands and it gives me the perfect excuse to take the most beautiful woman home. Will you let me drive you home?"

"Thank you, Mr. CEO, Of course, I will let you. How can I say no to you?"

I smile as we start to walk towards the entrance of the building.

I am worried with each impulsive action my brain wants me to do. I'm holding his hand and kissing it with my soft lips. He looked surprised, but his grin says it all.

Nathan recovered quickly and whispered,

"Sincerely, you are an Angel."

This man makes me blissful just thinking about him, and his smile makes me feel the warmth of the sun and its rays in a way I have never had before. It's contagious.

He opens the door to the passenger side to take a seat; he's a true gentleman.

Nathan sits beside me on the driver's side and has that look. I know he wants to say or do something with the look and smile he has. But he doesn't. He starts the car and drives away from the company parking lot.

There is a red light Five minutes from the apartment where I am staying with Kyle. I haven't paid much attention; I've had so many thoughts in my head. When the car stopped, I glanced at Nathan and then down at my leg and his face again. He had a naughty look and a smile to match. As soon as he stopped at the red light, his hand started to caress my bare knee and went up to the line of my skirt. His hand caressed my thigh so softly and slowly, almost like he was unsure if he should. I could feel his doubts in his warm and soft hand. I am sure he can't help himself. I let him continue; I don't have any wish for him to stop. I lean over to him and kiss his cheek, which makes him relax. I saw the brilliance of his smile like I hadn't done before. The light turned green, and he started to drive again, but his hand didn't leave my thigh. The warmth of his hand makes me feel peaceful, and the softness of his hand gives me comfort.

Nathan pulls over next to the apartment building, looking sad as he looks at his hand and then takes it away from my leg. He clears his throat.

"Angel, let me follow you up to the door. I want you safe."

"Thank you, Nathan. I love that you want to do that."

Nathan opens the car door on my side and holds his hand out for me to take. I take his hand and exit the car. We walk hand in hand as we enter the building. I don't want this moment to end, and from the looks of it, nor does Nathan. We take the stairs instead of the elevator, so we hold each other some moments longer. We get to the floor where Kyle's apartment is and look at each other with shock.

This is a good neighborhood, yet we are standing looking at the apartment door with an axe in. The axe is on a note.

You are mine!

My w***e to f**k until you can't take it anymore and passes out.

When you pass out, I will f**k you more!

MINE!

Remember that, w***e!

Don't think you can go slutting with the Matthews without punishment!

Silent tears run down my face. I look down at the floor in embarrassment.

I wish I could sink through the floor. It's so embarrassing that Nathan read the note and even saw this.

Who is this appalling person doing this?

'Slutting with the Matthews'?

I guess it's my bad choice to have s*x with Dominic.

It can't be a woman, right? It said I am the person's w***e to f**k. It must be a man, but who?

Nathan must recover faster than I do. He takes me in his arms and holds me tight. It feels like he is vibrating with fury and the need to have me firmly to his chest. I feel safe in his strong embrace. The only man who held me this firm yet gentle was my father. Why do I think of him now? I feel nothing can hurt me when I am in Nathan's arms.

In my ear, he whispered,

"Don't mind the offensive words; it drips of jealousy. I got you, sweetheart. I will always keep you safe."

He yanked the axe loose, took the note, and put it in his pocket. He took my hand and led me to the elevator. He looks at me with concern.

"Angelica, I hope you don't mind me taking you to my house. I can't let you stay in that apartment. I want to know you are safe. Believe me, I will make it appoint that you are safe."