Malice

-7

-Reagan-

Nathan Monroe was a completely different man than John Lindell. His smell, the way he moved his hands and his mouth, the way his body felt on top of mine. He was so gentle. The things he whispered into my ear after we fell onto that motel bed were sweet nothings. I was desperate to have him every single way. But some evil, outside force was out to ruin my happiness. 

Things were about to get so damn good when a loud, determined knock on the door froze the both of us. Nathan's marvelous hazel eyes frowned down at me and all I wanted to do was ignore it...urge him to keep going. His shaft was hard against my thigh, more than enough for me to handle but it wasn't in the right place and who knew if it ever would be if my life kept going the way it was going. 

When the knock came again harder, we both sprang up from the bed. In a second Nathan had those jeans on his hips again and I slipped my robe on that I had brought along. "Who is it?" I called, my voice shaky. Of course, I thought it was John...at first, until I realized that my husband wouldn't be so civil. He would have busted that door down without a warning. 

"Kingston. Open the door, Reagan. I know you're not alone." Came the voice of my long-time friend. What was going on? What was he doing here? Whatever it was, it was bound to not be good. As I went forward to unlock it, Nathan was there, grabbing my arm. 

"Who the hell is that?" He demanded and really he was just as confused as I was. By the tone of Kingston's voice and the inpatients that was apparent, I didn't have time to explain anything to Nathan right now. I just unlocked the door-both locks- and opened the door. Kingston, with his big body, covered the rain that would have made it's way inside had it been someone smaller...like John. 

Before I could even get out a word he was running a hand through his wet, long hair as he squinted down at me. "I just got off the phone with John. He's on his way to get you and don't worry, I didn't tell him you were with someone." He confessed and I was glad he didn't look behind me at Nathan. 

At his words, my stomach turned so fast, I nearly gagged. "What?" I demanded. It hadn't been that long ago that the guy was on my side. "What did you do, Kingston?" I clenched my jaw as I glared up at the male and tried so hard to keep tears away. 

The look he gave me was pure pity and I just wanted to reach up and slap him. "I'm sorry, Reagan. But you have to understand I have a family and business is business." Those words of his didn't explain a lot but I didn't need them to. John had given him more money? That was the only thing that would have made Kingston change his mind about quitting the job my husband had hired him to do. 

"Are you fucking serious?" I snapped, anger boiling up inside of me. Because money was so much more important than the unhealthy, abusive marriage I was in. What would Kingston do the next time my face was slit open? Cover for John? 

"Twenty minutes," The male warned me before he did slide a glance behind me to look at Nathan Monroe. "Which means if I were you, I'd get the hell out of here," With that Kingston turned and walked back into the ran. I watched him, in disbelief as he climbed into his sleek, black car and pulled away from the motel. That was exact moment that I lost all respect for Kingston Noell. 

It must have taken me an entire thirty seconds to close the door back. Nathan was standing behind me still, only in his jeans with a glare on his face. "Your husband hired someone to fucking follow you?" He asked me. I didn't answer him, instead I grabbed his shirt and his jacket and offered it up. "I'm not leaving Reagan." 

"Nathan-" He snatched his clothes from my hands and tossed them away, angrily. God, he was really going to be like this? 

"I said I'm not fucking leaving." He growled and cue the tears on my end. I roughly ran a hand through my wet hair so hard it hurt and sat on the end of the bed.