Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 129

Natalia shrieked, her voice cut short as a hand clamped over her mouth.

A heartbeat later, a chillingly familiar voice reached her ears.

"Why are you yelling?"

Her limbs turned to jelly almost instantly.

With a racing heart, she touched her chest before wheeling around to glare at Hamilton.

"Hamilton, are you out of your mind? What are you lurking out here for instead of being in the room?"

Hamilton gave a derisive snort and pinched her waist hard.

"Think I don't want to be inside? How could I get in? Bust the door down?"

Natalia paused, realizing she'd forgotten to give him a key.

"Sorry, slipped my mind."

With a glance, Hamilton pulled her into the room.

As the lights flicked on, his eyes landed on the iced latte in her hand, his expression darkening.

Natalia, preoccupied, bent down to slip off her shoes, not bothering to set aside the drink.

Hamilton stooped, snatched the latte from her grasp, and tossed it straight into the trash.

"What the hell?" Natalia blinked in surprise.

His gaze turned icy. "Got over your cold? Out on a late-night rendezvous with someone?"

Natalia bit her lip, aware he must have seen Ryan.

"Ryan was just dropping off some notes. I've got a meeting tomorrow morning."

Hamilton yanked her wrist, pulling her close.

"Ryan, Ryan, you say it like it's so sweet, huh?"

She looked up at him.

"Hamilton, he's just a friend, nothing more."

Hamilton's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "You'd better be right, Natalia. It's your job to set boundaries with other men. Don't make me remind you over and over."

Natalia was already in a foul mood. Since meeting with Patrick, her spirits had plummeted. The recent scare had her distracted. Now, she couldn't muster the energy to argue over such trifles.

"Hamilton, only my relationship with you could be considered less than pure."

That seemed to please him somewhat, his expression finally softening.

"What kept you out so late?"

Natalia's gaze fell. "I went to see my mom."

Hamilton paused. "How is she doing?"

The thought of Tatiana left Natalia with little hope, fearing future disappointments.

"It's the same."

Seeing her downcast, Hamilton didn't press further. "It'll get better."

He gave her waist a squeeze and kissed her.

Fresh from the cold, her lips were cool but felt incredibly soothing.

Hamilton deepened the kiss, cradling her towards the bathroom.

Under the hot shower, their bodies entwined, the heat of their breath mingled.

It had been days, and the urgency was palpable.

His hands and mouth worked in unison.

Natalia wasn't in the mood, but he was making it difficult for her to resist.

"Aroused now?" He chuckled softly, pressing her against the wall.

Their embrace was a fleeting indulgence.

By the time they finished, it was past ten.

Carrying the exhausted Natalia back to the bedroom, Hamilton laid her down, only for her to prop herself up again.

He frowned. "What's up? Still got energy? Shall we continue?"

Natalia's voice was hoarse. "I've got a meeting tomorrow morning. Need to prepare some materials."

His face darkened.

"That side job of yours, it's that crucial?"