Meeting You Was Fate novel Chapter 80

The blood surged down Nathan's body as he gripped her waist. A few seconds more and he might not be able to refuse her anymore. He tried to push Mandy away, but the woman only hugged him tighter, unafraid of him.

"Let go of me," he ordered coldly.

Mandy furrowed her eyebrows, glancing up at Nathan. Her arms retreated. Didn't he like it?

"What's wrong?" Mandy asked carefully, tilting her head. "If... Humpf..."

What she wanted to say was soon drowned out as he pushed himself towards her. He was everywhere as his arms curved around her waist, kissing and sucking her lips as if she were golden nectar. Her lips were like marshmallows, sweet and tender, and he couldn't help but deepen it even more.

Suddenly, he found himself gripping the buttons of her bra. Knowing what he was about to do next, Mandy pushed him away.

"No... We're in a public restaurant. We can't behave like this." Mandy staggered back a few steps, her back leaning against the white wall. Her face was flushed, and her lips were swollen from his ministrations.

"Really?" He stepped closer, teasing, "I can do anything as long as I want to do it."

"What if... What if others see us?" Noticing the glazed look in his eyes, her heart started to beat faster. Her stomach was doing flips, subtly liking the attention he was giving her.

"So what? I'll have someone gouge their eyes out!" Nathan smirked. If there was something he wanted to do, nothing would stop him till he got it. As they say, money did make the world go round, and he had tons of it.

Mandy trembled at his implications. Suddenly, she was unable to calm herself as she found herself depending on the wall behind her. There was something frightening about Nathan's face, something that warned her that if he had said it, he must've already done it.

Seeing that she was completely frightened, Nathan suddenly laughed in an unruly manner.

"What are you laughing at?" Mandy demanded. 'Was he crazy?'

"Nothing. Sit down to eat." Nathan held Mandy's thin shoulder before softly pulling her back to her seat. There wasn't anyone staring at them, no onlookers were in sight, as he had expected.

Mandy felt her legs suddenly becoming weak as she relied on the chair to support her. As the hotpot's steam reach her, she couldn't help but think of the various scenes that he had promised–of him pulling out their eyes from their sockets, of him, crushing them with his bare hands. Suddenly, she was feeling sick.

A wave of nausea rushed over Mandy as she covered her mouth. She rushed into the bathroom without another word, vomiting into the washbasin. She could feel her throat becoming dry and scratchy once she was done, feeling as if the energy had left her.

She felt sick. Mandy washed her face. She took medicine every night. Though it may not be recommendable for her health, it was so she wouldn't be pregnant. Mandy looked back, calculating that her period would be in the next two days.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Nathan was already eating out of the hotpot, munching happily. Her nose wrinkled as the stench hit her, and her stomach soured in an instant.

"Are you okay?" Finally noticing her ill gesture, Nathan walked up to her thoughtfully.

"The smell makes me sick. Can we go?" Mandy asked carefully, paling as the stench became stronger. If she didn't get out of here, she might as well return back to the washroom for round two.