Okay, I just want to clarify a few things up front. Maya never got pregnant and won't really appear in this story (for now). And though the premise of this story starts with Naomi being upset over Sam and Addison's relationship, it is not the central focus of the story. Sure, it will be mentioned, especially in the first few chapters, but not obsessed over like my other story. Believe it or not, I never intend for my stories to be so angsty but I can't help myself. Hopefully I can keep it in check for this story. I do fully expect to keep udating both stories on a regular basis, but if new chapters start taking longer to post, please forgive me. Also, thank you for all the suggestions I received in your comments regarding story ideas. I'd already started writing this story but I will keep those topics in mind should I write yet another Naomi story. That about sums it up...I hope you like this one. *crosses fingers*
Oh, and of course I don't own any of the characters from Private Practice (or something like that :))
Chapter One
"I'm pregnant" Addison said, cutting to the chase.
Naomi, who had been in the middle of putting on her trench coat, fell back into her office chair. Her chest felt like it was about to concave. She supposed she should have seen this coming; Addison had expressed her desire to have a child with Sam in recent months. But for it to actually be happening…Naomi wasn't sure if she could deal.
"I wanted you to be the first to know and I wanted you to hear it from me" Addison continued after Naomi failed to respond. "I know my relationship with Sam has been hard for you…"
"Congratulations" Naomi suddenly said, cutting Addison off. "I know how long you've wanted a baby and now your dreams have finally come true" she added, forcing herself to smile.
"Really" Addison asked skeptically, taken off guard. She had expected, was prepared to have it out with Naomi; she'd expected yelling, crying, screaming, everything except the response she received.
"Really" Naomi said, standing up and pulling her coat over her shoulders. "Look, I hate to run when you've just shared such big news with me but you caught me on my way out. I'll see you tomorrow okay" she said, not waiting for a reply. Grabbing her purse, she quickly strolled out of her office leaving Addison alone staring after her.
Every step that Naomi took seemed to grow heavier and heavier, her legs felt like they were made with lead. "Just get to your car" she quietly repeated to herself. When she reached the car, she forced herself to start the ignition immediately. "Just drive down the street" she told herself as she backed out of her parking space. She made it only two blocks before she had to pull over. Tears streamed down her face like powerful waterfalls, loud screams and incoherent curses left her mouth as she beat her steering wheel until her fists ached. How could the two people she loved most in the world do this to her? She'd tried to be a good sport, swallow the anger and hurt, keep the peace, and remain on friendly terms with both Sam and Addison but this was too much; she could only take so much. Logically, Naomi knew them being together shouldn't bother her. She and Sam had been over for years. But emotionally, she felt so betrayed. Sure, a little jealousy was involved, but mostly she felt like she couldn't trust them anymore. Their relationship raised questions and doubts about the last twenty years of her life. Had Sam ever really loved her? Was their marriage a complete sham? Had Addison ever really valued their friendship? Naomi didn't know what to believe anymore. Now they were bringing a new life into the world together. If Naomi didn't believe their relationship was real before, she definitely did now; they were in it for the long haul.
Crying and screaming until she was physically drained, Naomi finally sat back and wiped her eyes. She felt so alone; she didn't want to go home. There was no one waiting there for her. She was divorced, single, and her daughter was backpacking through Europe for the summer. It had been her and Sam's graduation gift to her. Going home to that big empty house after the blow she just received would be like adding salt to an open would. Not knowing where she was headed, she started her car again and began to drive aimlessly around downtown Los Angeles. She would keep driving until she felt better or ran out of gas, whichever came first. The sky was turning a deep purple as more and more time passed. While navigating the one way streets of the business district, she passed by a ritzy hotel that appeared to have an upscale restaurant and lounge on the first floor. There appeared to be a large number of people there considering it was the middle of the week. Maybe being around other people, even if they were strangers, and having a couple drinks would help smooth out her rough edges.
Making a series of right turns to make her way back to the hotel, she pulled her BMW up to the curb and left the keys in the car for the Valet to park it. Once she received a retrieval ticket, Naomi walked into the lobby of the elegant hotel and immediately went to the restroom to check her makeup. She wanted to erase any signs of the cry fest she indulged in in the car. Looking in the mirror, she noticed her eyes were red, puffy, and she had tear stains on her cheeks but her waterproof mascara had held up pretty well. After touching up the problem areas, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom and walking across the lobby to the restaurant. Instead of being seated at a table for one, she instantly opted to sit at the bar. Taking off her coat and throwing it over the chair next to her, Naomi sat down and automatically ordered a double scotch neat. She downed it in record time, feeling it as it burned her throat and flooded her veins with warmth, loosening all the tense muscles in her body. Ordering another scotch, this time she slipped slow as she began to relax and take in her surroundings. The restaurant was nice; it had a modern contemporary feel to it with its streamlined simple furniture and bold solid colors. But who ever had designed the place still managed to make it feel comfortable and inviting. The lounge, where the bar was, and the restaurant were separated by a semi-transparent glass wall. However, the food aromas still wafted over to the bar and made Naomi's mouth water even though she wasn't hungry. She'd definitely have to remember to come back here for dinner at a later date.
"Why is a beautiful woman like you sitting at the bar alone" a deep male voice asked.
Naomi turned her attention to the man who had walked up to her. He was tall, at least six foot five, with a cleanly shaven face and low-cut wavy jet black hair that glistened even in the low lighting around the bar. He wore an expensive suit that was custom tailored for his body; even with clothes on, Naomi could tell he had broad shoulders; he wasn't big and bulky, but he still had his fair share of well-toned muscles. He looked powerful and strong. His skin was the color of rich caramel and his eyes were grey like rainy storm clouds; she was almost sure he had a multiethnic background. And judging by the smirk on his full-lipped, defined jawline face, he knew how handsome he was and took full advantage of it. Naomi was quickly annoyed. "Does that line usually work for you" she asked sarcastically.
Laughing jovially as if she'd just made the funniest remark in the world, he sat down next to her uninvited. "That wasn't a line. You're a strikingly beautiful woman who has no business being alone. If I hadn't approached you, another man would have eventually gotten the nerve to walk up to you. I'm glad I was first though" he said, flashing a killer smile.
'He smells good too' Naomi thought as his spicy masculine scent invaded her nostrils. She surmised that very few women, if any, turned him down. And there had obviously been a lot a women; the air of confidence that surrounded him attested to that. It was a good thing that she was never one to follow the crowd. "Could you please leave me alone" she asked, turning her attention back to her drink.
"No. I'm sorry, I can't do that. As the owner and manager of this fine establishment, I have a firm policy on making sure all my customers are fully satisfied. So tell me, what's it going to take for you to get there" he asked.
Naomi peeked at him again through her side vision. He was the owner? "What makes you think I wasn't fully content until you came over here and started harassing me" She countered, finishing off her second scotch.
"Like I said before, you're too beautiful to be alone so there has to be a problem" he said. Studying her, he was surprised to discover that she didn't believe him. How could someone as gorgeous and alluring as her not realize how attractive she was?
"Well Mr. Manager, since you obviously won't leave me alone, you can take care of my bill tonight" Naomi said as she signaled the bartender for another refill.
"That's a deal but only on two conditions" he agreed.
"Which are" Naomi asked.
"First, you tell me your name and second, allow me to join you for a drink".
All things considered, Naomi supposed that wasn't a bad tradeoff. She could suffer through some man's ego trip for a little while if it meant no money would be coming out her pockets. "Naomi, my name is Naomi" she said, conceding to his deal.
"I'll have whatever she's having" he said to the bartender before turning back to Naomi. "My name is Nathaniel, but my friends call me Nate" he introduced himself, holding out his hand.
Naomi reached out and reluctantly shook his hand, again noting how strong and powerful his presence felt. "Nice to meet you Nathaniel" she said.
"Naomi, you cut me deep" Nate joked, pretending to stab himself in the heart. "Are you telling me we can't be friends"?
"I'm saying I don't know you well enough to consider you a friend" Naomi responded.
"Let's remedy that. Ask me anything you want to know" Nate prompted her, taking a huge gulp of his drink.
Naomi smiled sadly. "You know, that's really nice of you to offer but I'm not really in the market for anymore friends right now" she said, her tone genuine for the first time since he'd approached her. The raw emotions she'd experienced in the car were threatening to surface again. She quickly downed her third scotch and asked for another.
"Whoa, slow down" Nate said, as he watched her knock back her drink like a professional.
"I'd rather not, thanks" Naomi said.
"Who hurt you" he asked quietly, dropping his charming facade. She was in a worse mood than he originally thought.
Normally, she would have told him to mind his own business, but the liquor had already seeped into her bloodstream. Her body was beginning to float and her lips were staring to loosen; all her inhibitions were starting to fade away. "I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I guess that's what happens when you ex-husband falls in love with your best friend. I thought I could deal until she told me she was pregnant today. But I'm sure things like that happen every day, no big deal" she explained, her words starting to slur. She was consuming too much alcohol too fast on a nearly empty stomach.
"No that doesn't happen every day" Nate replied, as he contemplated if he had ever met or seen a woman more beautiful than her. He wasn't the marrying type but what man in his right man would ever let her go? Nate couldn't imagine any woman being a better option after being with Naomi….if you were the monogamous relationship type that is. He found it strange that he had to remind himself that he wasn't.
Even through her hazy vision, she saw the look of pity and sympathy in his eyes. "Sorry to cut this short but I think I should get going" she said, standing up. She didn't need anyone feeling sorry for her. She would have walked away had the room not started tilting, she felt her balance slipping.
Nate stood quickly and caught her around the waist before she could fall and bring unwanted attention to herself. "Are you okay" he asked, truly concerned. He pulled her against his chest to stabilize her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to grab my purse and car keys so I can go home" she slurred, putting a hand on his chest.
"I don't think so. You're in no condition to drive home. I'll speak to the hotel manager and get you a room for the night. You need to sleep this off" Nate said, leaving no room for arguments.
Naomi wanted to complain but had no energy. She felt like she was in a daze as she heard Nate make a phone call, then guide her out of the restaurant, across the lobby, into the elevator, and down the long hallway on the top floor. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall as Nate fumbled with the key and opened the door to her room for the night.
"Here you go, have a good night Naomi" Nate said.
She'd be too embarrassed to admit it in the morning, but Naomi was grateful for Nate's help despite her sullen attitude for most of the night. Knowing she would probably never see him again, and being too intoxicated to worry, she gave into the small part of herself that had been attracted to him from the first second she'd laid eyes on him. Pushing off of the wall, she fell into him and kissed him full on the mouth. "Thank you" she whispered.
This was the part where he was supposed to leave and wish her well. As attracted to her as he was, Nate knew it probably wasn't a good idea. But then she kissed him with those full enticing lips of hers and it was a wrap. Grabbing her face before she could pull away, he kissed her again, doubling the intensity. Grabbing her waist with his other hand, he kicked the door open wider and guided her backwards into the room, vaguely aware of the door slamming shut behind them.
Naomi could barely comprehend what was happening; they were moving so fast. The only thing she was really aware of was Nate kissing her, his mouth roaming all over her body as they ripped each other's clothes off. When he laid her on the bed and pressed his body against hers, she sighed with pleasure. His weight made her feel so good, so loved, so safe. She allowed him to spread her legs apart with no hesitation. When his throbbing penis began to push its way inside her, her back arched off the bed. He was so big, so long, her body immediately exploded with his first deep thrust. She couldn't ever remember being so willing, so hot, so wet, so ready, so excited. Her body was on fire; she was afraid her skin was hot enough to burn him.
God, she was so damn tempting. The lustful look in her eyes, the indistinguishable noises that came from her lips were driving him crazy. Nate had never seen anyone so sensitive to his touch. Her womanhood wrapped tight around him, like a glove, inviting him to stay. It grooved with him, purred like a kitten. With each thrust he made, he saw her back arch further off the bed, her full round breasts beckoning to him. He couldn't help but take a nipple into his mouth and suck, bite and tease it. She tasted like the sweetest chocolate he'd ever tried. The more he tasted, the more he craved. He didn't know if his appetite for her would ever be satiated.
The sensations were becoming too much. Naomi began squirming, trying to pull away from him but he held onto her tightly. She began beating his solid chest and clawing at his muscle rippling back, looking for anything to cling to. Finally she grabbed the sheets around her and held on for dear life. She'd lost count on how many times Nate had made her climax four orgasms ago. By the time he finally reached his peak, his eruption was so huge and powerful, Naomi was afraid she might literally break in half. When he collapsed on top of her, Naomi's body erupted all over again. All of her nerve ends were so frayed, her skin felt like a live wire. Pulling his face down, she kissed him slowly, deeply, passionately, letting her tongue dance with his until their lips were too swollen to work any longer.
