Chapter 5 Did I not do enough for you last night?

Nathaniel's gaze deepened as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur meant only for her. "Really now, dressed like that and sitting on my lap?" He shifted her position, guiding her legs to straddle him. The movement was a bit too forceful, eliciting a soft moan from Celeste. The closeness of their bodies, with no space between them, made Celeste's cheeks flush, even though they had been intimate just the night before. Isaac, witnessing the scene, was completely taken aback. "This is insane... That's Nathaniel!" Nathaniel was known for his disinterest in women; countless had tried and failed to woo him. And now, he seemed oddly comfortable with a woman in a bar? Celeste realized she was halfway to keeping her cover intact. The next step was to get rid of the others. Hiding her embarrassment, she giggled and leaned into him. Her delicate hand found its way to his waist, and she playfully whispered in his ear. "Mr. Ford, chasing after other women already? Did I not do enough for you last night?" Her voice was soft, blending with the ambient noise so only Nathaniel could hear. Her boldness grew as she put on a jealous air, pouting and lightly tracing his ear, feigning a sulk. "I just happened to see you here as I was passing by. My new husband can't possibly be leaving me to flirt with other women, right?" Nathaniel let out a soft chuckle, his hand casually wandering over her backside, while he flicked cigarette ash onto the floor with the other. He looked up, his eyes brimming with playful fear. For some reason, her display of jealousy was strangely satisfying to him. In a husky voice, he responded, "If I can't entertain others, then I guess I'll just have to entertain you." What? Celeste caught the blatant desire in his eyes, and suddenly realizing something was amiss, she gasped and instinctively tried to pull away. But Nathaniel quickly dropped his cigarette and firmly gripped her waist, pulling her closer. Their bodies met with a jolt through their clothes. Visions of their previous night's escapades filled her mind, and Celeste felt an unmistakable male desire pressing against her, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. Nathaniel didn't attempt to conceal his longing. He wanted her, right there, right then. "Get out!" he commanded sharply. "What?" Isaac was still reeling from the shock of seeing Nathaniel with a woman, but he was abruptly dismissed and stood there, stunned. Some folks reacted quickly, whisking Isaac away with a knowing smirk. After making sure the door was securely locked, they started whispering and chuckling amongst themselves. "Mr.Ford likes this type, huh?" Isaac looked lost and muttered to himself, "This is bad, really bad. Turns out Nathaniel has a thing for her. My sister's gonna be heartbroken..." …… Back in the private room, only Nathaniel and Celeste were left. Celeste didn't even have a chance to feel relieved for dodging a bullet because, with no one else around, Nathaniel pushed her down onto the couch without a second thought. "Oof!" He yanked her shirt open and flipped up her skirt, exposing her long legs. Dissatisfied, Nathaniel spread her legs apart and pressed his body against hers, clearly ready to go further. The size??? "God, how did he even get in there last night?" The painful memory flashed through Celeste's mind, and she nervously grabbed his hand. "Stop, Mr. Ford, please..." "What's wrong? Didn't seem like you minded when you were flirting with me on my lap earlier." "But, I was just..." She was pretending to be Molly! If she didn't stop him now, he might ruin her plan! Nathaniel glanced down at her flushed face, his arousal growing. His hand trailed from her chest downward, each touch making her body involuntarily tremble. With her anxious gaze fixed on him, his fingers finally reached down and slipped inside her. "Ah!" The foreign feeling was sudden and uncomfortable. Celeste squirmed, trying to push his fingers away, but Nathaniel held her waist tight, his fingers boldly moving, making her body heat up more and more. "Not here, please... Mr. Ford, I don't want this." Even though she had played the part of a hostess for missions before, it was just about drinking and playing games, not about being manhandled in a private room like this... "You don't want to?" Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, observing her flushed face, his voice low and raspy. "You're this wet, and you're telling me you don't want it?" He pulled his fingers out just as she thought he was going to stop, but then, without giving her any time to react, he thrust into her, much thicker and hotter than her fingers. "Mmm!" She was filled instantly. For a girl who had just gone through this for the first time the night before, the size was overwhelming, making her feel like she was about to burst. Her face was as red as blood, her body burning, and the strange, unbearable sensation made Celeste instinctively cling to him. Then, Nathaniel started moving.