Nathalie's Breakup

Part 15 - Disturbances

"I'm sorry, Nathalie, I didn't mean to make you cry with talking about Emilie!", Gabriel muttered remorsefully, about to pull back, when he felt the woman sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her body tightly against his.

"I'm not crying because of that! I...when I saw the tears, I.....I thought, you might have changed your mind and....I don't know....I..."

"Oh, you thought.... I can assure you, I didn't. I love you and I won't stop to do so, I can promise you that, my dear. How are you feeling now? Still exhausted or do you think, you can handle, to take a shower with me?", he seductively proposed.

Rubbing herself along his protruding erection, the still slightly worked up female began to grin and whispered:

"Well, 'Sir', that depends on you! Do you have enough strength, to hold me up, while we're in the shower or would you prefer to lie down in the bathtub? Either way, you'd be the one, doing the most work. So, what is it, you want to do with me, Gabriel?"

He gulped, twice, then grabbed her by the back of her thighs again and lifted her up, to already rub his throbbing length along her slit.

"Oh yes, I love where this is going!", Nathalie gasped into his ear.

The man wasn't able to speak just now and tightened his grip instead, while sucking strongly on the side of her neck, leaving a dark mark as he pulled away.

"Oh G-Gabriel!", the woman moaned and began, despite being so fatigued already, to grind on his staff with her wet ladyparts.

It took the tall man only a couple of steps to reach the shower and as he stepped underneath, he pushed the assistant with her back against the cold, tiled wall, which made her let out a surprised cry. But the designer quickly switched the warm water on and a few seconds later, they were standing under the soft rainshower, kissing savagely, while Gabriel was slowly thrusting into her core.

"Fuck, you feel so good. I never felt like this before! I love you so much, my dear, my Nathalie!"

They both released fast this time and the man really had to hold her up afterwards, so her legs wouldn't give in. As soon as they were dressed into something casual, Nathalie being shocked, that he even owned anything casual, the still about the female's health concerned man made her lie down on the bed, to then cuddle her into his embrace.

About an hour later, they had both drifted off into a light slumber, they were woken by the annoying sound of the door bell.

"Please ignore, whoever that might be!", Nathalie groaned and nuzzled her face into his chest again.

Gabriel smiled, but objected:

"I would love to, dear, but it could be important. What if something happened to Adrien for example? Or some sort of emergency in the department, where the clothes for the new line are made? I'll have to at least take a look!"

"Ugh, I know, that you're right. It still is annoying right now! And as it would actually be my job, to go and look, I'll just....oh, I maybe should...!", she covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom, soon throwing up once more.

"I'll be right back with you, love, I just let them inside and tell them to wait for us!", the designer quickly told her and rushed towards his office to open the gate with the remote and tell the visitor over the intercom, to wait a couple of minutes, so he could finish his actual task, before joining them in the atrium.

He didn't even look, who was standing outside, he just pressed the button and hurried back upstairs, to look after the woman he loved.

Nathalie though was already done vomiting and had also rinsed her mouth, was on her way downstairs, to meet him and do her job.

"Are you sure, you're feeling good enough, to come down and work?", he asked softly and reluctantly let her walk down the last steps.

"Very! It was just waking up so abruptly, which caused the sickness. Most of the time, I am over it already! Who's at the door, by the way?", she changed the topic, to not let him get even more concerned just now.

"I have no idea! I just opened the gate and told them over the intercom, I'd be there soon. Come, I'd like to have you at my side, whatever has come up!"

The assistant nodded and together they went to open the door.

In stumbled a young man, his brown hair curly and wild, his beard and clothes reminding of a late sixties, early seventies hippie. His tanned skin was for once free from any paint and he rushed towards the female, trying to take her hand, when Gabriel stepped in between and shielded her from him.

Nathalie was pale, but she looked at him without any expression on her face, when she asked him coldly:

"What are you doing here, Jérôme?"

"I'm here to pick you up and take you home, of course!", he said sweetly, his breath smelling of liquor.

Gabriel sneered at him, then said snidely:

"She already is home. And it would be better, if you left right now and went to your own place!"

The artist let himself drop to his knees, trying to touch the woman's legs as he did, but Nathalie just took a few steps back, being caught by Gabriel laying his arm around the small of her back, his hand coming to rest on her lower stomach.

The man,who was still kneeling on the floor began to beg:

"Nathalie, sweetheart! Just come with me! You know, that I love you! I even let you keep the baby, if you come back with me! I....I was just.....I was so overwhelmed by the thought.....please, babe, come home with me! I'll cook for you and I'll give you a massage! We could have a couple of drinks and then....we could....you know...."

He wiggled his eyebrows, before he gave her the puppy eyes. He was slowly scooting closer, trying to reach out for her again.