Romans & histoires Scotty Vs Natalie

She just hopes that this marriage will turn out well for her, because if that happens, she knew that Kyrie would not give her a hard time all throughout their marriage. But could that really happen? Because as Kyrie stares at Nathalie, watching carefully as she seductively moves her body to walk towards him, he knew that he just finished his warm up moves. And as a treat for himself, he would devour Nathalie tonight and make sure that she'll really pay him well. Kyrie tilted his head when a few steps away, Nathalie stopped in front of him and carefully removed her see through night robe. He couldn't help but to smirk when he saw Nathalie's almost naked body, being ready for their first night

He pulled down the cloth that was gagging Natalie and asked, "How did you get that scar on your stomach?" Natalie's face was soaked with tears. She hadn't recovered from her state of fear. She looked at Jasper disorientedly. She could not understand why Jasper was asking such an unimportant question. Natalie was filled with hatred for the man before her. So, her tone was also rude when she said, "What does that have anything to do with you?" "Answer me! How did you get that scar?" Jasper asked as his eyes slowly turned red. He was anxious for an answer.

"That is the exact reason why I came back. I want you to divorce Ivan. Only I, Scott, will marry you. Be a good girl and listen to me..." Natalie shook her head hurriedly. "Nooo! We cant do this," she pleaded. "Please, let me go." Scott ignored her and pushed her on the bed, his hands beginning to move all over her body. “I love you dear,” he said, his breath getting heavy. He wanted to make her his! He tried to go for her lips, for a kiss, but Natalie shook her head, crying.

"Unique. Even if you were supposed to be a one-night stand, I really like you. And I seldom like the girl that I pick up after a game. You're different, Natalie." "You only just met me." I'm brushing my hair, cursing the brown strands caught in the bristles. "I bet you know nothing about me." Noah studies me with a slight curve to his lip. When he talks, his voice is husky and deep. "Natalie Gracen. Perfect grades, smart, reserved, and she seldom smiles. Everyone thinks she has a stick up her ass. But it turns out she is great fun in bed." I gasp at him. "I do not have a stick up my ass!"

she bit her bottom lip. Natalie inhaled deeply but a strong scent invaded her nose, a whimpered of submission nearly left her lips while her knees suddenly weakened. "W-what was that?" Her question went directly to a confused Skylar. "What?" Skylar asked dumbfounded. "Your scent, it's seems different" Natalie inhaled again but stopped bluntly as her vision was suddenly spun, she bought her hand up to her forehead and shut her eyes for a moment, trying to soothe the elevating headache.

With a single shake of his head, he left the office for his own, determined to dig it out of Christian. Christian poured himself a glass of The Dalmore Constellation 1964 scotch. He chugged the expensive liquid in one gulp. He merely blinked as it burned his throat, he placed the glass on the cabinet. His thoughts drifted yet again to the girl, he cussed himself for not asking her name. He had no idea about where she lived, he didn't get her phone number either.

her eyes finally focused on Liam Liam felt like Katie could eat him alive so he hurriedly wrote on his tablet. 'I am Natalie's boyfriend, Liam'. On seeing the writing, Katie gasped dramatically covering her mouth with her hands "Nat, what is going on here before I lose my mind" Natalie dragged her to the kitchen leaving Liam.on his own still looking confused. "NATALIE JONES spill it ALL out, I mean ALL" "Well, he is the man from 3 years ago, the one I told you I slept with when I was drugged"

She was tired of them wasting time here when they could have gone a long way away from here. Natalie's eyes widened at her request. There was no way she was leaving her best friend here. "You're crazy if you think you can skip my wedding," she said. Lexi chuckled. "I have no intentions of doing that but since it's going this way, you can leave. It's you he wants not me so he'll let me go." Natalie shook her head. She was having none of that especially since she knew exactly what Mr. Scar was capable of.

She stayed in the restroom for ten minutes before returning to the private room. As she reached the door, preparing to enter, she overheard their conversation. Natalie's voice came through first. "Mr. Conley, I know you've liked Ms. Barlow for a long time. But because she's always been so indifferent, you've never had your wish fulfilled. "So, to make up for that, I've brought Sasha here for you. Don't worry. Ms. Barlow is very skilled. I'm sure you'll be satisfied tonight." Brian, hearing Natalie's words, immediately became excited. However, he still shot a pointed look at Aidan.

Her knee bumps mine again under the counter. She doesn’t move it. I don’t move mine either. Big mistake. Because now my brain is suddenly very aware that she’s here. In my apartment. In my clothes. Drinking coffee I made specifically the way she likes it. This is the kind of domestic scene that would send my mother into cardiac arrest if she saw it. Natalie chews the last bite of toast and studies me like she’s solving a math problem. “That smirk is suspicious,” she says. I blink. “What smirk?”