Chapter 1 - Little Night Of Passion
"Shh!" I giggled in my drunken state, pressing my finger against my lips whilst he attempted to open the door. My whole body was aching for him, I just wanted him right here, right now.
"Got it." I almost heard the smirk on his face as he spoke, the sound of the click signalling he'd finally unlocked the door. My relief was disturbed when he grabbed my hand and forcefully pulled me inside, a squeal escaped my lips.
"Nathan!" I hissed. "We're going to wake someone." My eyes scanned the entrance hall of his conveniently massive house.
"Relax." He chuckled. I watched his face move closer. His hot breath against my ear made my body tingle. "No-one's home." He sealed his sentence with a kiss which slowly trailed from my ear lobe to my jaw and just like that, my resistance dissolved. There was going to be zero teasing tonight If I had something to do with it. I pulled him away still cupping his face and planted a long awaited kiss on his lips. I instantly sensed the relief of sexual tension evaporate when I felt his grin against mine before finally kissing me back.
Before the moment got too carried away, I pulled us apart and opened my eyes just in time to see his face yearn for more. "C'mon then, Mr. Size 14's. Show me what you got" I tugged at his shirt gently biting my lip. It was Nathan's time to take charge, he took hold of my hand and led me upstairs.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" The haunting voice of an older man startled the both of us. I had never watched anyone wake up and get up in a heartbeat like Nathan did.
"Dad, what the hell?!" Dad? I literally wanted the ground to swallow me up right now. Hovering above us was a 6ft figure, great build and a massive smirk on his face. Give Nathan an age potion and it was literally like staring at his future.
"Big day today Nathan, let's hope your little night of passion hasn't interrupted your game." Nathan's face was getting sterner the more words his father spoke.
"You wish." He spat, not even giving eye contact.
His father chuckled in amusement. "We'll see, son." I was still hiding under Nathan's blue covers until the coast was clear. "Oh and Miss Morris?" I felt my heart in my throat. "Tell your mother I said hi. I'd be more than happy to give her another great time now she's back in Tree Hill." I went to open my mouth as he left but no words were forming. Instead I formed back into my bed cover fort, absolutely mortified.
My name is Katie Morris and I'd had been in town for less than 2 weeks. My life was definitely out of the ordinary, Tree Hill was the 5th place I had moved to in the past 3 years. My dad's job meant we had to relocate constantly which wasn't easy, especially on a 17 year old girl. My mum was basically a work widow and one day she decided enough was enough, so she finally had the back bone to do what she had always wanted to do; move back to her home, the place she grew up in, the place where she was most comfortable and the place that actually gave her that little bit of hope she'd often search for in another city.
As for me? I became that numb girl who had no interest in getting close to anyone, friends or otherwise, because what was the point? I never stayed anywhere long enough for them to mean something so I just stopped. I focused on my academics and my image because I knew they were the only things that remained loyal wherever we went. But my mum promised leaving my dad meant leaving that life behind and settling in Tree Hill. It was different this time so I could fully enjoy being a Junior and maybe change that loner status.
I met Nathan in a bar. That's the best thing about having a MILF as a mother, we look identical, I mean, without the botox she needs to look half as good as I do. So I use her ID. Does she know? Probably. Do I care? Absolutely not. The thing that attracted me to Nathan, other than his cocky attitude, 6ft 2 stature and very sexy body? I know a tortured soul when I see one and meeting his dad explains exactly why. Not that I knew that he knew my mother; which was half gross, half humiliating that he saw me naked in his son's bed and half...intriguing.
"I cannot believe my dad knows your mum." Nathan scoffed shaking his head. He got up searching for his shirt.
"She grew up in Tree Hill, who knows what they got up to." I smirked finally making light of the situation. I knelt on the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck stopping him in his tracks. The smile on his face and wandering eyes down my bare body clarified what he wanted. "Besides, maybe we can compare notes, father and son style." I joked pulling him on top of me taking him by surprise. Nathan chuckled perching himself up so he hovered above me.
"You're bad."
I shrugged in response, circling my fingers along his torso.
"But you love it." Our conversation was put on hold for a brief moment of weakness before I pulled away. "Let's hope your little night of passion hasn't interrupted your game." I quoted his father. He was half amused, half pissed when I slipped from underneath him and started to redress. He had no comeback, instead just froze in disbelief, his eyes following my every move until I was out of sight.
I knew exactly how to work someone like Nathan Scott. He likes to be in control, he likes to call the shots. But that was not going to happen with me around.