Chapter 4 Sugar Daddy
This time, he didn't put a black hood over her head.
She straightened out her outfit and trailed the young bodyguard through a secret passage without bumping into anyone.
After navigating a corridor and riding an elevator, they reached the entrance where a sleek black luxury car awaited.
The bodyguard popped the door open, revealing Nathaniel's cool, handsome face.
She gave a nod and slid into the car, greeting him softly.
"Hey, Mr. Cross."
Nathaniel simply nodded, emitting a nonchalant grunt.
The bodyguard settled in the front seat, and the car set off.
Silence filled the car, creating a heavy atmosphere.
So, when Victoria accidentally let out a noise, it pierced through the quiet.
She quickly covered her stomach, awkwardly biting her lip.
"Hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's grab a bite," Nathaniel ordered.
The driver complied.
Initially, Victoria had thought of turning down the offer, assuming Nathaniel only cared about one thing, bed service.
But on second thought, she decided against it. Better just follow the sugar daddy's orders.
Nathaniel's eyes landed on Victoria's tightly clasped, fidgety hands.
"You know that piano piece well?"
"I usually play it during performances."
"Are you nervous to see me?"
Nathaniel turned to face Victoria.
That gaze left Victoria speechless.
Internally, she was screaming, 'Come on, Nathaniel, you're Nathaniel! Who wouldn't be nervous?'
"You hit a wrong note."
Surprised, Victoria wondered how Nathaniel, who seemed rough around the edges, knew about the piano.
"Sorry, it's been a while since I practiced, so I'm a bit rusty."
After the Chase family went broke, she had to sell her piano. Their current rented house was too cramped for one.
"I remember when you proposed to negotiate with me, you didn't seem this timid."
Victoria could only manage an awkward smile in response.
Later, Nathaniel closed his eyes to take a break, and Victoria refrained from making any noise, sneaking a few glances at him.
The play of light and shadow highlighted his strong features.
He appeared nothing like the tabloid portrayals.
Tabloid pictures were always grainy and low-quality, depicting him as brooding and fierce.
But spending time with him today shattered Victoria's preconceptions.
She had anticipated Nathaniel to be quick-tempered and ruthless, but now she saw him as imposing yet emotionally steady and reserved.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, the staff escorted them to a table by the window on the top floor, offering a stunning view of the city lights at night.
The bodyguards positioned themselves discreetly in the corners, instantly attracting the curious glances and whispers of other guests.
Nathaniel seemed unfazed by the attention, showing no reaction.
Noticing Victoria's glance at the bodyguards, he remarked, "There are many threats out there, sometimes a bit of trouble is necessary."
"Got it," Victoria replied.
During the ride, Victoria observed that the two cars in front and behind them were all part of Nathaniel's security detail, ensuring his safety.
Despite coming from a wealthy background, Victoria felt small compared to the Cross family.
"Mr. Cross, doesn't Genesis Corporation have private clubs? Why risk public places if it's dangerous?"
After asking, Victoria immediately regretted it.
"Hanging around those places all day gets old."
Nathaniel wasn't upset and engaged in casual conversation with her.
"Traveling with bodyguards isn't too much of a hassle, you get used to it."
Their food arrived shortly after.
Feeling famished, Victoria dug in without reservation.
Nathaniel barely touched his food, opting to leisurely puff on a cigar.
The smoke enveloped him, veiling his face in a haze.
"Aren't you going to eat, Mr. Cross?"
"I've already eaten."
Victoria paused, realizing that Nathaniel had specifically joined her for the meal.
He was surprisingly considerate.
But no matter how thoughtful he seemed, he was still just the sugar daddy.
She was merely a canary.
After the meal, they made their way to a nearby entertainment club, buzzing with the Cross family's enterprises, alive with lights and music.
Riding a private elevator to the top floor, they found themselves alone in a suite.
Upon entering, Victoria tactfully mentioned, "I'll go freshen up."
In the bathroom, she meticulously cleaned herself, blow-dried her hair, and spritzed perfume behind her ears from her bag.
Anticipating what was to come made her jaw ache.
He had criticized her oral skills.
She had never been one to engage in such acts.
It felt too degrading!
Unconsciously, Victoria's face began to flush. After all, his size was intimidating, and she was genuinely afraid of hurting herself or crying out in pain, ruining Nathaniel's pleasure.
She squatted briefly, stretched her mouth, then wrapped herself in a bathrobe before returning.
"Mr. Cross."
Victoria called softly.
The suite boasted a vast glass terrace with a stunning view.
Nathaniel lounged on the sofa, sipping red wine.
Motioning to the spot beside him, he said, "Come sit here."
Victoria complied, leaning into Nathaniel's extended arm, settling into his embrace.
Nathaniel twirled a strand of Victoria's hair with his fingers, encircling it with his index finger.
"Any bill collectors bothering your family today?" Nathaniel asked casually.
"No, thank you, Mr. Cross."
He pinched her earlobe, feeling its plump softness in his hand.
Victoria's ears flushed crimson.
She pondered, why not cut to the chase? Why play these games that only prolonged her stay, beating around the bush?
"What's your connection with Xavier?" he suddenly inquired.
Victoria tensed.
Unsure of Nathaniel's intentions, she didn't divulge the whole truth.
"Our families go way back."
She realized Nathaniel wasn't truly interested in her, just engaging in small talk.
As expected, he set down his wine glass, pressed a button, and the electric curtains in the glass room slowly shut.
Leaning in, Nathaniel planted deep and light kisses.
His slightly dry lips sent shivers down her skin.
Starting from her eyebrows, nose, earlobes, down her slender neck.
But he steered clear of her lips.
Kissing was for lovers, not just physical encounters.
Victoria shut her eyes, reclining on the sofa, parting her legs to wrap around Nathaniel's sturdy waist.
Their size difference was stark, with Nathaniel's solid frame bearing down on Victoria, making it tough for her to breathe.
She didn't dare protest, simply trying to go along as best she could.
His hands, used to holding a gun, undid his belt, his rough palms encircling her delicate waist.
As he entered her, Victoria felt a sharp pain in her body.
Soon, a searing sensation shot through her spine, flooding her mind and overpowering her.
Despite the absence of love, she found a primal pleasure in the act.
As time passed, it grew increasingly unbearable for Victoria.
Physically drained, Nathaniel persisted, changing positions repeatedly, moving from the sofa to the bed, even by the window.
Her consciousness waned from the intense and almost agonizing encounter.
This passionate yet almost agonizing affair was to be expected; she couldn't anticipate tenderness from the sugar daddy towards the canary.
After what seemed like an eternity, it finally concluded, leaving Victoria sprawled on the sofa, gasping for air.
Nathaniel rose, unclothed, a hint of satisfaction and pleasure on his face, yet his eyes remained calm and composed.
He gazed down at Victoria from a higher position.
Her golden hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her back like a fragile yet resilient broken doll, wild grass between her brows.
Suddenly, Nathaniel softened a bit, displaying a touch of tenderness, "Rest a while, I'll go shower."
Victoria felt as though Nathaniel's face was distant, veiled in mist, lacking the strength to respond before he departed.