A Mother Adored: From Office Outcast to CEO's Beloved novel · Chapter 3 of 24
Chapter 3: Rain
The last bus is gone, she goes home with Nolan and chooses him, and afterward he says he can never have children.
Nolan took me to a diner on High Street that stayed open all night.
He ordered coffee, and I ordered the pancakes, the eggs, the bacon and a side of hash browns.
He watched me eat everything with a look I could not name.
"What?" I said, with syrup on my thumb.
"Nothing," he said.
"I've never seen anyone eat like it's a job."
"On a farm it is."
His phone had been face down on the table since we sat, and it buzzed twice.
He glanced at it and slid it into his pocket.
"The head of HR," he said.
"Dale's complaint is already in a folder marked wrong.
"You'll have a hearing in front of the board chair this week, and he will not be playing golf."
I put my fork down.
For the first time since the fourth floor, my chest loosened, and the loosening scared me more than the fear had.
"Thank you," I said.
"Don't thank me for doing my job."
"Then I'll thank you for the coffee."
He almost smiled.
In the car, the rain came down so hard the wipers could not keep up.
He drove with both hands on the wheel, and he did not talk.
When we passed the exit for Whitehall he did not take it.
I watched the sign go by.
"That was my exit," I said.
"I know."
"You didn't take it."
"No," he said.
The light ahead turned red, and he stopped.
For a long moment there was only the rain.
"Tell me to turn around," Nolan said, without looking at me.
I looked at his hands on the wheel, and at the plain steel watch on his wrist.
I thought about Dale's fingers in my hair, and how I had stood there like a post.
I wanted a different set of hands on me, tonight, on purpose.
"Don't," I said.
His jaw tightened.
"Hattie."
"Take me home with you," I said.
"I'm not scared of you, and I want to go to your place."
The light turned green, and he did not move.
A car behind us honked.
He drove.
His apartment was on the top floor of a tower by the river, and the elevator had only one button.
We rode up without touching, and I could see my face in the steel doors.
Wet braid, boots, a coat that had cost forty dollars.
I did not look like a woman who belonged here, and I did not care.
The doors opened onto a dark room with glass on three sides and the whole city under it.
Nolan took my coat off my shoulders and hung it on a hook as carefully as if it were silk.
Then he turned around, and I stepped into him and kissed him.
He went still.
I felt him decide.
His hand came up into my braid, and his mouth opened on mine, slow at first, then hungry.
He tasted like coffee and rain.
I pulled his tie loose and dropped it on the floor.
"Bedroom," he said against my mouth.
"Here," I said, and I started on his buttons.
He let me.
He stood in his dark living room with his hands at his sides while I opened his shirt.
His chest rose and fell under my palms.
He was hard and warm and scarred along one rib.
"Who did that?" I asked.
"A fence," he said.
"I was nineteen."
I put my mouth on the scar, and he made a rough sound in his throat.
Then his patience ended.
He picked me up with his hands under my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He carried me into a bedroom with a bed the size of my room at home.
He put me down on it, and he knelt on the floor and pulled off my boots one at a time.
I laughed, because the mud on them was from his floor now.
"Leave them," I said.
"I won't," he said, and he dropped them on the rug.
He took off my jeans slowly.
He kissed my knee, my thigh, the soft skin inside it, and he looked up at me.
"Tell me what you want."
"Your mouth," I said, and my voice shook.
"Here."
He put it there.
He licked me slowly, with the flat of his tongue, and then he found my clit and stayed.
I grabbed the sheets in both fists.
He held my hips down when I bucked, and he did not hurry and he did not stop.
I heard myself begging him.
"Nolan.
"Please, God, don't stop.
"I'm going to, I'm going to."
He pushed two fingers inside me and curled them.
I came apart under his mouth with a cry I had never made in my life.
He rose over me, wet-mouthed, with his eyes dark.
I dragged him down by his belt and got it open and took his cock in my hand.
He was thick and heavy, and he shuddered when I stroked him.
"Hattie," he said hoarsely.
"Now," I said.
"Fuck me."
He pushed into me in one long stroke, and we both gasped.
My pussy stretched around him, and he stayed there, buried, breathing hard against my neck.
Then he began to move.
He fucked me slow, then deeper, with one hand under my knee and his mouth at my ear.
"You're so tight.
"Look at me.
"Let me see you."
I looked at him, and I held his eyes, and I met every thrust.
When the second orgasm built, I clawed his back and felt his rhythm break.
"I'm coming," he said, and he sounded almost angry about it.
"Come in me," I said.
He did, with a groan that shook through his whole body as his cum spilled hot inside me, and I came again around him, and the city lights swam.
Afterward he lay on his back with my head on his chest.
His heart was slamming under my ear.
The rain on the glass sounded far away.
"You came inside me," I said slowly.
"All of it."
Nolan was quiet.
Then he put his hand over mine on his chest.
"You don't have to worry," he said.
"I can't have children."
I lifted my head.
His face was calm, and his eyes were not.
"I was told at twenty-four," he said.
"I've never had a reason to doubt it."
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