LUST, PRIDE AND OTHER FEELINGS

21 weeks and just a dream. Chapter 12

It is now Sunday, 8th of February, 21 weeks and counting. "You're the longest companion I've ever had", Nate casually mentions while we were having breakfast in bed.

"What's your longest?".

"5 weeks. How long was your previous relationships?", he asked.

"On and off 4 years, only one relationship".

"What about sex? I don't believe it's with only one guy", he inquires sounding curious.

"Actually you're my second".

"Really?", He grins broadly and places the bed tray on the side table next to the bed. He positions me to sit across his lap, and places his arms around my waist.

I interlaced my fingers around his shoulders and answered, "Affirmative".

"What an honour", he murmurs brushing his lip across my mine, twirling a lock of my hair.

"What's your number?", I asked.

He smirks deviously, "You don't want to know".

"Tell me", I insisted playfully rocking his body with my hands.

"I lost count", he replies honestly.

"When was your last?".

"More than 21 weeks ago. Were you trying to trick me into answering something else?", he grins mischievously, tugging at my chin like he always does when he cerebrates I'm being naughty.

"Maybe, or maybe not", I smiled replying airily, getting up from bed.

"Come here", he growls, yanking me back under the cover as I squealed in delight. We frolicked around under the sheets till it was time to meet Nora, his step sister who came to visit.

We accompanied her shopping or rather Nate trailed behind us while the both of us hit the racks, till dinner time before heading back to my place. It was a Sunday well spent.

Monday we left for work at the same time. "I'll see you tomorrow, my love", he would say as we kiss and hug goodbye. It was a new endearment that he has been calling me recently.

Things were great at work. Market has been rebounding nicely, allowing me a decent head start to achieve my profit target. In addition to that, I was being interviewed by a prestigious finance magazine for our firm's return outperforming markets against other rival funds last year.

I was on top of my game at work, my emotional and physical needs were satisfied in my personal life, plus I have a wardrobe to die for. What else could I possibly want?

Little did I know, that nothing gold can stay.

The next day was packed with a lunch interview, excessive trading and Muay Thai after work. He texts that he will be late that night for drinks and tells me not to wait up for him.

"If I'm late, go to sleep first. I'll join you in bed, love", the text read.

I replied, "Ok, see you later", and hit send as usual. I didn't mind, though I enjoyed his company yet I wasn't the clingy nor needy type. It was healthy to have our occasional me-times.

Kovit, my Muay Thai trainer thinks I'm ready for sparring. I promised him I'll make it for the group class next week.

By the time I went home, my body was sore from the extensive work out and padding sessions. I fell asleep early without waiting for Nate. Afterall, he has the keys to let himself in.

In the middle of night, I heard the shower running. Shortly after, Nate joins me in bed, his familiar arms wrapping around my waist. There was a strong scent of alcohol, presumably from his drinking session earlier.