Possession Of His | 18+

Chapter Sixteen

Kimberly POV:

I woke up the next day with the worst hangover of my life and a sore ass.

The headache that welcomed me this morning was only a reminder of the night I had before, and I was immediately filled with regret and an embarrassing flush as I screamed into my pillow. I wanted to ask myself why I did it, why I decided at that moment the best thing I could have done was to call Nathan. But there was no point, I already knew why I did it. I wanted to piss him off, my brain was filled with a horny fog that clouded all rationality. God, it was like I was asking to be killed, or in this instance, spread out over his lap to be spanked. I can vaguely remember what I said to him over the phone and it doesn't help with the dread slowly starting to wash over me.

How was I supposed to face him after that? It wasn't like I could hide in my room all day and avoid him. I still had to go to work today. Somehow, amongst all the drinking and my blissful ignorance of the situation I had at hand, I forgot that I still had to attend work the next morning. I decided a shower was the best medicine for both my headache and my ass. After taking more time than needed under the warm spray of my shower and resisting the urge to slam my head against the tiled walls in embarrassment, I finally got out.

I check my phone, cursing when I see all the missed calls and messages from Ellie.

From Me
Hey! I'm so sorry for leaving! I'll explain it all later I swear.

From Els
Oh thank God you're okay, I've been worried sick!!

From Me
I know, I'm sorry but I have a somewhat good excuse...

From Els
As long as you're safe idc. But u WILL call me later and tell me what happened or heads are gonna roll.

I huff as I put my phone away before walking into my closet. I dress myself in a black pencil skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of black heels to match. Sighing seemed all I could do as I begrudgingly did my hair, applying a little more makeup than usual in a futile attempt at covering the signs of my hangover. If I went to work without the help of my makeup, I'd no doubt be mistaken as a zombie with my dark under eyes and slouched figure.

I make my way downstairs after a lot of procrastinating and hesitation. There was no point trying to prolong the inevitable, I lived with the man for goodness sake, I could not avoid him no matter how much I wanted to or tried.

I'd been hopeful that Nathan might be someplace else in this unnecessarily large house. But as I made my way into the kitchen, I was quickly mistaken. I see only Jane at first, offering her a smile before my eyes fall on Nathan. He was sat at the counter, a full English breakfast set out before him as he scrolled through his phone.

I felt internally jealous of how perfect he looked. It made sense, he didn't go out drinking and making embarrassing decisions the night before, so he didn't have a hangover weighing heavily over his head. Truthfully though, I think he would look just as immaculate with his clean suit and flawlessly placed hair even with a hangover. To me, he was like a sentient being in some ways. Almost too perfect to be real. Or maybe it was because I was a complete mess in general and anyone above par was Godlike from my point of view.

"Good morning, Jane," I greet her as I make my way over to the opposite side of the counter, refusing to look at him.

"Good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?" She asks as she continues to cook whatever breakfast she is making.

"I suppose," I blush as I feel his gaze pierce into my skin.

"I'm glad, I already made and packed your lunch for you, it's over there on the table," She grins as she motions her head towards it.