Heiress ∣ Nate Archibald

The Wrath of Con

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Four wise men once said: "I get by with a little help from my friends.". But on the Upper East Side, there's the added challenge of figuring out who those friends really are.

"This place is even more beautiful in the day." Ophelia mused as she walked out of the small bedroom into the living area of the home Nate had rented for them both. "I'm sure it'll look even better when we actually have some furniture." The Archibald joked, wrapping his arms around the heiress' waist before placing a kiss on the side of her neck. "Sleeping on the floor was certainly an experience I can tuck off my bucket list." "I don't think we got that much sleep in." Tilting her head to the side Nate captured Ophelia's lips with his own with the same hunger he had the night before.

With a wide smile on her face the heiress couldn't help but laugh softly at his actions, the sheer disbelief of where the pair had managed to end up in such a short time made her giddy to her stomach. "Is my kissing that funny?". Nate teased playfully, pulling back an inch in order to memorize the expression of sheer happiness on the girl's face. "Not at all... well, sometimes." Ophelia returned with a look of mischief before continuing. "It's just, could you believe we're actually here? In our own space, actually a couple? What the hell happened to us." 

"I'd like to say it's fate, or maybe it's just our sheer inability to stay away from one another." Nate confessed, kissing the ravenette once more before the girl's phone began to buzz inside her bag. "Reality calls." Ophelia groaned before pecking her boyfriend on the lips and reaching over to grab the call. "If this isn't life or death I can't say I'll care to hear from you Bass." The heiress' ruthlessness made Nate laugh in the background whilst he readjusted his clothing from the night before. "I'll save you the brilliant details to make this quick - we were right about Serena's boyfriend. He fled town with all the donations he received last night, including Lily's." 

"So, Serena has shit taste in men once again, are we shocked?". Ophelia's voice remained stoic as she recapped Bass' information to Nate. "I don't know whether or not to be offended." The Archibald confessed, receiving a playful whack on the shoulder from his girlfriend in the process. "Hello Nathaniel." Chuck greeted upon hearing his friend's voice on the other line. "Look. I'm coming back into town at some point today if my transportation would find an accelerator and I wanted to warn you in advance - Georgina is with me." 

Ophelia felt her breath hitch in her throat at the mention of her ex-friend. "You're joking right? Georgina as in 'we just managed to get her out of our lives for good' Georgina?". "Hi O!" Georgina's voice made the anger grow within the heiress' body. "Oh, someone fucking kill me. Text me when you get back into town and keep her at least three people away from me at all times Bass." Hanging up without waiting for a response Ophelia let out a frustrated grunt as Nate wrapped his arms around her body once more. "If you feel any extreme homicidal tendencies towards Georgina, just say the word and we'll come back here."