Nathan: "Irene, can't you speak properly?"
Nathan's face darkened the moment he saw how submissive I looked. He frowned and stared at me with open disgust.
I had always thought men liked obedient women, but Nathan seemed to be the exception. He looked repulsed by what I'd just done.
Me: "Let me go and I'll talk properly."
Nathan: "Too late. You're the one who provoked me that night."
After saying that, he started walking toward me, and I quickly stepped back.
Nathan: "Watch out!"
He shouted. By then, I had already backed up to the edge of the riverside and nearly fell in.
Me: "Ah…"
I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed, thinking I was about to fall. I couldn't swim! Would Nathan save me if I fell into the water? I hadn't even enjoyed life properly yet… I didn't want to die now!
Just as those thoughts were panicking me, I felt an arm wrap tightly around my waist. In an instant, I was pulled back into Nathan's arms.
I was terrified, screaming and unable to calm down for a long while.
Nathan: "Stop it! I hate noise!"
I heard Nathan's irritated voice above me. At that, I snapped out of it immediately. I looked up and saw his face up close; for a moment, my heart started racing again.
Panicked, I tried to push away from him, but he tightened his grip around me. Before I could react, he kissed me.
My eyes widened, my heart pounding hard. I couldn't even understand what I was feeling, and I forgot to fight back.
I wanted to resist at first, but his kiss overwhelmed me. My mind went blank and I forgot to push him away. I was losing it.
I had no idea how long it lasted. I felt dizzy, and didn't even realize he was carrying me.
Then he took me to his car, laid me down on the passenger seat, and by the time I noticed, he was already on top of me and the car door was shut. It was nighttime, and we were by the river—quiet, deserted. Nathan clearly wasn't afraid of being seen.
He drove a Mercedes-Benz SUV, a million-dollar luxury car with plenty of space. Even with both of us on the passenger seat, there was still room.
Nathan: "Shy now? You were passionate that night, remember? I liked that version of you."
He flashed me a mischievous smile, leaned close to my ear, and whispered flirtatiously. His warm breath tickled my skin. Hearing those provocative words made me want to hit him.
I turned, ready to insult him, but before I could speak, he was already inside me.
I didn't know how long it went on. I had no strength left, but he kept going tirelessly.
He finally climaxed with a low groan and collapsed onto me. I could feel his heartbeat still racing after what we had done.
After resting for a few minutes, he slowly put his clothes back on, while I lay there exhausted and sore.
His gaze lingered on my naked body. He frowned slightly, then covered me with his suit jacket.
Nathan started the car engine, turned to me, and said:
Nathan: "Where do you live? I'll drive you home."
Me: "I need to go to the pharmacy."
I shot him a cold look and said it calmly. In reality, I was furious about what he'd done.
Still, I comforted myself by thinking we were even now. He shouldn't bother me anymore. He was nothing but a stranger.
But I would later learn that he was willing to do anything just to sleep with me.
Nathan: "Why the pharmacy? Are you sick?"
He looked at me with suspicion, and there was a hint of concern in his voice.
I shook my head, brushing off the idea. How could he be worried? I had only seen him three times. Who worries about a stranger?
I had just seen how he treated his ex-girlfriend—so cold, so heartless, even though she was a famous celebrity.
Me: "I'm buying pills. I assume you don't want me getting pregnant, right?"
I'd been drunk that night and heartbroken, so I'd forgotten to buy pills. I'd drunk again tonight, but not as much. Even if I didn't have much sexual experience, I was an adult—I knew about contraception.
Nathan frowned slightly at my words.
We were getting close to the pharmacy. I tried to get dressed, but I felt so uncomfortable that I winced in pain.
Nathan: "Stay here. I'll go."
He opened the car door and stepped out, looking worried—though that was probably just my imagination. There was no way he was genuinely worried about me.
When he came back, he was holding a huge bag of pills. Emergency pills, morning-after pills, all kinds of brands.
He tossed the whole bag onto my lap and sat in the driver's seat.
Me: "All of this? I don't think I need that many."
I stared at the pile of contraceptives, confused. Why so many? Did he think I was absurdly fertile and needed all of them?
Nathan: "I didn't know which ones to buy, so I took everything."
He gave me an embarrassed look.
Nathan: "What kind of pills did your ex-girlfriends take?"
It was my first time taking any pills. Of course I didn't know which one to choose. At least he had more sexual experience than me. Shouldn't he know?
Nathan: "How would I know? This is the first time I'm buying them. Or do you think I take them too?"