16. Intens on The Window
1100 Words
Emma POV
Nathan touched his cheek that I had just slapped so hard. He then smiled and grinned.
"Why are you always so rude to me, Mrs. Wilson? I'm always trying to be nice to you."
"Bullshit! You're always bothering me, Nathan. I am your lecturer. You should keep your distance from me. You're acting as if I'm an easy woman to seduce!"
The look in Nathan's eyes was horrifying. This is so embarrassing. All this time he's been flirting with me. When I started to fall for his teasing, Nathan suddenly wanted to be polite.
"Yes you are," Nathan said. "You are so easy to tempt, Mrs. Wilson. That's why I backed off. I thought I could have fun with you, but my dad wanted to tease you, too. I don't want to share a woman with my dad."
"What?" This is crazier than I imagined. "Mr. Smith isn't flirting with me at all. He just wants me to be your personal tutor..."
I didn't finish my sentence. Nathan laughed at me like I was lying.
"All the women my dad has approached say that," Nathan said. "I thought you were different, Mrs. Wilson, but you're just the same. You'll do anything for money. You disappoint me.
Nathan sat down on the wooden chair in my room. He showed his disappointment. Did he think I had an affair with his dad?
"Believe me. I don't have any relationship with your dad. I just got divorced, and it was quite painful for me. I don't want to meet any man or be in a relationship with anyone. I need money. Robert asked me for money. So, I have no choice but to accept your dad's job offer." I tried to explain better. I hoped Nathan wouldn't misunderstand.
"Your ex-husband asked you for money?" Nathan narrowed his eyes at me. "Why?"
I sighed for a moment. Do I have to explain?
"That's my problem. You don't need to know the details."
"Then why are you telling me?"
I rushed over to Nathan, grabbing his hand. I intended to force him out of my room, but he pulled me up instead, until I was sitting on his lap.
"Are you not interested in my dad?" Nathan asked so seriously.
I furrowed my brow. Why did Nathan have to ask? I'd already explained everything.
"What else do I have to tell you? I told you I don't want anything to do with men anymore. I'm tired of relationships."
"How about me?" Nathan brought his lips to mine.
"What?"
"Haven't you thought about getting into a relationship with a younger man?"
"No," I replied. "I have morals, Nathan."
"Oh, come on, Woman. It's not about morals. It's about desire."
For a man of Nathan's age, I could understand why he was so volatile. He was young. There were so many things he wanted to know, but unfortunately, I wasn't passionate. I was in so much pain that I could only sigh at Nathan's attitude.
"I don't have desire," I said.
Nathan gaped. It was like my words hadn't gotten into his head. He didn't understand what was happening to me. My mental state is not the same as Nathan's. He could be enjoying his life because he was the son of a rich man, while I was devastated after my divorce.
"You're lying, Mrs. Wilson." Nathan then kissed my lips. This was the umpteenth time.
"What exactly do you want from me?"
"You," Nathan replied.
"You don't like me," I said.
"I'm attracted to you," Nathan replied. "Ever since we first met. You make me want to feel how passion burns." Nathan rubbed my hand slowly. My eyes closed for a few moments. His hands were imperfect, but very gentle when he touched me.
I always told myself that after my divorce from Robert, I could no longer fall in love. I went to a psychologist several times to check my mental state. Everything was fine until I arrived in Forks.
"Don't even try," I warned Nathan.
"I'm not asking you to fall in love with me Mrs. Wilson. I don't want to fall in love either."
"Why?" I wondered why he would say that.
"Personal matters," Nathan replied.
Nathan's hand kept moving, and this time, it slipped under my pajamas. I gasped. Of course, I'm not a woman who doesn't know erotic things. It was just that Nathan's touch was like an electric shock.
"Your skin is so smooth," Nathan said.
I couldn't focus. I couldn't focus on what Nathan was saying. I felt my body heat up. Nathan keeps rubbing my waist and stomach. I tried to stay calm, but the turmoil inside me was exploding.
My eyes were closed. I bit my lip. This touch took me out of my senses.
"Come on." Nathan pulled me to my feet.
"What?"
Nathan took me by the window. He then stood behind me and hugged me. His hand slipped inside my pajamas.
"Nathan." I hissed as Nathan squeezed my breasts. I widened my eyes. I was facing Nathan's room. Some of the workers at Nathan's house were walking by.
"Focus," Nathan said. "They won't see me unless you shift.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to replay that time.
"What?"
"When you watched me get a blow job."
"No. .... " I widened my eyes once. Nathan kissed my neck while continuing to squeeze my breasts. I didn't want to fall in love again, but this was an activity I couldn't ignore. I hadn't touched a man in a long time. But it shouldn't be my student.
Nathan pulled my pants down. I had to turn around. Only Nathan wouldn't allow it. My blood was boiling. I was becoming lustful. I wanted to drive this.
I let Nathan take the lead. I keep praying with my legs back. This is to make it easier for Nathan to do it.
"Ahh!" Nathan bucks his hips. He quickly silenced my mouth with his hand.
"Silence, Mrs. Wilson."
How could I not make a sound when Nathan's pounding took me by surprise? This was something I couldn't believe I'd imagined. I was doing indecent things with my student. I wanted to stop, but my body wanted this. My body hadn't had s*x in a long time.
Nathan and I began to move wildly. I let him lead me. It was crazy, but I enjoyed it.
"Emma! Emma!" Suddenly, someone answered the door to my house. I was so surprised that I pushed Nathan out.
"Robert?" I was so scared. How did he know I was here?
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