Follow on _royhan for the latest updates… and the Q&A session is coming up on Sunday. Don't miss it because I've two good news and bad one.

Chapter 38

Nathaniel stared at the peaceful face of Angelina who continued to mumble some incoherent words under her breath as her chest fell and rose. Her hair was on his chest as her hair was sprew all over the places. Half of her body was on his as he used his right arm to pull her closer and the other to caress her covered shoulder.

His Angel was shy and he knew she would not be very comfortable in showing her skin in the daylight and had dressed her in his white shirt and nothing underneath.

He grunted when yesterday's activity flashed through his brain, his junior was hard from morning glory but now, it was getting bigger with his thoughts. He cleared his throat and glared at his brief, not to betray him, they have had an agreement - That no touching except angel's touch. But it was very painful to get it down yesterday night.

Angelina moved closer to him and dabbed her leg over him, the shirt rose and he could see some skin, and her thigh was touching the angry junior, he was still trying to calm.

No...no..no, this is getting out of hand, he grunted, successfully removing himself from her as he entered the shower for another therapy.

After he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and came out to found Angelina's groggy eyes on him before it widened and she covered her face. He chuckled lightly, going to take a boxer from the closet.

"You can't just come out naked on someone" Angelina's shrill voice was muffled by the blanket.

"Sorry Angel'' He said, changing his cloth, "This body is yours as well as its soul. You can use it and look at it as you want" he grinned, removing the cover from her face.

He was happy that she was happy, her mood has been elevated. He didn't want it to get out of hand yesterday with what he did but the sound and consent she gave him made him forget his mission.

A smile played on her lips as she glared at him.

"Who dressed me?" Angelina asked.

"Who did you think that dress you" he raised his brow teasingly, "I would let a stranger see my wife" he snorted, "Well...it's an opportunity to see that goddess body of yours" he winked at her before getting in bed.

Angelina blushed furiously, pulling her hair over her face as a shield against his look.

"Don't cover yourself" he said in a husky voice, pulling her hair in a ponytail, "I like your hair like this" he beamed, pulling her closer.

He latched his lips on her hers, swallowing her protest, exploring every hinge of her, leaving her breathless.

Her face was enough to make him smile and pull her for another kiss, "I've not brushed my teeth" she covered her mouth.

"That can't stop me from kissing you" He responded.

Her face was red, her mouth slightly opened as she breathed heavily... That was how he liked her - flustered.

The perfect opportunity to ask her what happened last night. He needed to know to make it right.

"Angel," he called softly, as he twirled with the tip of her hair.

"Uhn honey," she responded absent-mindedly.

He wanted to tease her but kept it for another time. His Angel rarely showed affection but he loved it.

"Do you mind telling me what happened yesterday?" he asked slowly, "It's okay if you don't" he quickly added. He didn't want to push her now but that didn't mean he won't be able to get it out from her.

He looked at Angelina who had already begun to fiddled with her fingers as she bit her lips.

"It's okay, I want to talk about it," She said in a small voice. She turned her back to him, calming herself down.

"Well, after you left to receive your call" she paused, wincing a little before continuing, "I was uncomfortable under their gaze because of the judgemental eyes. I've been battling with it since I came to the state though but yesterday's look made me down" she whispered. Nathaniel hugged her from behind, pulling her to his as he caressed her hand to comfort her.

She smiled sadly at him, "They talked about me being a gold digger, a whore you bought with money and my eyes" she whimpered. "I have had problems with my eyes since when I was young. I don't know who my mother was, I was brought by my father" Nathaniel hummed, that was where the possessive father sense came in. "She left my dad… maybe because he's poor" she sniffled, "Because whenever I asked him about her, he was always heartbroken, so I decided to come to the conclusion that she left for another person" she laughed sadly.

"I've every other feature of papa except my brown long hair that I'm grateful for and the gray eyes I despise so much" she whimpered, "That woman made my life a living hell by her absence and genes'' her breathing was coming in short pant, "She made me the subject of bullying. At home, people do run away from me because of my hideous eyes, an abomination. But I learned to live with it" she cried, "What can I do?" she turned her red face away from him. "I've been beaten because of my eyes, I've been cast out because of my eyes, I've been rejected because of my eyes then I thought if I am not accepted in my country, why can I go to my mother's own… maybe it would be better but it got worse. I do feel like dirt among white people. My social skills are worse, panic attacks and suicidal thoughts but I didn't always give in but yesterday… " she paused," I nearly gave in, I want to remove my eyes, I want them gone, they are my problem. I want to be normal like others, I don't want to be the black seed anymore, I just want to be me" her body shook with tears.

"Why can't people like me for who I am not for the image of being black…nor my color, eyes, religion, culture, or traditions doesn't define who I am. I'm a human being" she sobbed, clamping her mouth, tears were running through her cheeks.

"I even surprise you like someone like me, your friends stated it yesterday… I'm not beautiful but I'm attractive in my way. They bad-mouthed me in another language - French but unfortunately got them, I perfectly understand it because it was a core subject to be done in secondary school. Although the silent man did defend me before switching back to English when I couldn't take it, I stood up and thanked them also in French for them to know I understood them" her voice was hoarse from crying so long.

Nathaniel clenched his fist, feeling like putting holes in their heads but his Angel needed him now, he needed to cool, collect and calm himself down. It wasn't time for his blinding rage.

He raised her head to look at her glassy eyes, he smiled softly and bought his lips to her eyes, kissing the tears away.

"You are beautiful" he stated, staring at her, eyes bore in one another, she tried to turn her face but he didn't allow it. "As you are, you don't need someone to tell you otherwise," he said, caressing her puffy cheeks. "You need to believe in that…. That you are beautiful, awesome, smart and pretty, sweet, nice, attractive… there's no one like you" she blinked once, twice, wetting her lips.

"I like your eyes, they are unique. Make you special among all. Make you stand out. People talked low of you if they are envious of you" he whispered, "Everything about you is beautiful… I like how your eyes twinkled whenever you are happy, how they widened, whether you are surprised, how they glow at night.. I like looking at them" he stated, honest dripping in his voice.

"I like how you fiddling with your fingers whenever you're nervous, I like how you bit your lips whenever you are thinking hard, I like how you eat unladylike uncaring of the word, I like how your smile broaden whenever you talk about what you like, and I like you being you with me" no one has ever made her feel this way, his confession hit her like a skyrocket. She closed the gap between them and kissed him.

"It's you that I want... No need, it is that I desire. Never doubt that… you've me wrapped around your pinky finger since the moment I saw you" he spoke with intensity as his gaze never wavered from hers. "I might have been a jerk from the beginning but I'll do everything in my life to make it right with you… you are my home".

"Thank you," she said, her lips trembling.

"It's my duty" he responded as Angelina's stomach rumbled in hunger.

"Oh let's feed you" Nathaniel grinned and carried her out of the room.

____****____

After their breakfast, Nathaniel brought the cookies out and placed them on the table as he plopped down on the couch. Angelina crawled toward him and rested her body on his, her head placed on his shoulder as Nathaniel on the TV. Today was a movie marathon, just staying indoor, cuddling, snuggling, spooning, and relishing each other's warmth.

Angelina cried at the end of the first film when the female lead wasn't able to escape from the child traffickers but helped Mary. Angelina sniffed, eating cookies as she complained about how the film ends. Not a good ending. How could the movie end like that, she cried. The lady had suffered enough, she was ever drugged and raped by a rich politician who escaped the law.

"Shh, it's okay" he patted her back, "the movie might have part 2," he said.

"I hope so" she responded.

"Now.. Beauty and the beast" she screeched, changing the movie as she wiped her tears away quickly.

"Okay".

When they were into their third movie, Jasmine called.

"Hello children" Jasmine chirped, waving her hands at the couple. She could see how both of them were close to each other while her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Mom" Nathaniel groaned, shaking his head.

"Angelina darling, how are you?" Jasmine asked in a sweet voice.

"She's fine, she has forgotten about her best friend" she heard Bell's voice in the background.

"I'm fine ma" Angelina responded, looking away, looking exposed under jasmine's eyes.

"You are wearing Nathaniel's shirt?" Bell exclaimed, "Oh my God" she squealed, "my bestie is now a woman not a lady again" she fake-cried while Nathaniel shook his head at her drama.

*Shut up Bell" Angelina grumbled, glaring at Bell who was wiggling her brows.

"I need all the juicy parts,'' Bell said, putting a bar of dairy chocolate on her mouth while Angelina rolled her eyes.

The second name for Bella was food.

"Foodie" Angelina muttered.

"How is the place," Jasmine asked, "send my regard to both of them" Leonard's voice chirped in the background.

"It is fine mom" Nathaniel responded, "Why did you call mom?".

"Oh my heart" she gasped, "The boy hurt me, Leo," she said dramatically, "can't I call my boy" she muttered coyly.

Nathaniel shook his head, his mom didn't call just to ask, "Mom, just spit it out".

" Can't just call to ask about the warfare of my babies.. You hurt me… Leo, come and talk to him".

"What do you want me to say?" they heard his father asking.

"Just say anything" jasmine scowled.

"Boy, your mother called because she missed you" Leonard winked at his son subtly.

"I miss you too mum", he said.

"Awwwww" she cooed, "my son is adorable".

"Mom" he groaned, his ears turning red.

"Son".

Nathaniel huffed, shaking his head.

"Less I forget, if you need anything don't hesitate to call me so that I can order it", she said as they nodded their heads.

"So…" she wiggled her brow mischievously," I hope you guys do not require more umbrellas because I know men in my family are active… so much active" she grinned cheekily while Angelina was beet red, blushing furiously.

"And they are always well endowed," she added. His mother didn't have a filter.

"Don't tell me you guys have done it?" she asked comically...

"Mom!" he growled, hanging up not after hearing his mom laugh.

____******____

"What for dinner?" he asked, looking inside the fridge.

"Pizza" she answered, craning her neck to respond.

"Okay, I'll order it now and pick it up at the shop then buy some groceries also", he said, coming to where Angelina laid tiredly and kissed her forehead before going out of the cottage.

He brought out his phone and dialed, "Hello Paul," he called, "Where are you?" he asked, opening the door of his car.

"Why?" Paul's voice was shaky

"Just want to apologize for yesterday" he muttered, gripping the wheel of the car.

"Okay, we are at the bar" Paul responded while he chuckled darkly.

Oh, can't wait to see them.

"Good," he smirked, cracking his knuckles anticipated.

He parked his car a mile away from the bar and walked the remaining distance, entering and seeing the three of them sitting in a circle.

"Yo bro" Paul stood up to shake Nathaniel but Nathaniel had another plan. He punched him on his face. Everyone cleared out of the way, running out of the bar. It met Paul unguided.

"What's up bro" Alex stood some foot away from Nathaniel.

"I told you guys yesterday, if I later found out you have anything to do with my Angel mood sour then you'll regret it" he growled, choking him tightly before throwing Paul on the table, the glasses shattered on the ground. Pual was heaving to breathe

He turned to Alex who was trying to escape, taking by his collar and punch him, pushing him to Paul who was crawling away.

Nathaniel looked like a mad dog.

"How dare you?" His voice boomed out, " I fucking hate it when people don't know their limit" he took a bottle of wine and broke it which shattered all the floor. "You made her cry, you made her insecure… if I kill you guys now, would I be wrong?" he tilted his head, relishing their fear.

"It's just self-defense and I'll win the case but I won't, I'll give you a reminder" he chuckled darkly, walking toward them.

"Should I cut off the tongue, or what?" he hummed, shaking his head as the scent of blood made him go crazy.

Sometimes, he did get his hand dirty if warranted.

He brought out the pocket knife, flashing it to them, "who talked about her eyes?" he asked cruelly, staring at a pale Paul.

"It was Jessie" he answered truthfully.

"Jessie, Jessie" he hummed, dragging the knife across Paul's stomach as the fabric tore and blood gushing out from the opened wound.

"I could kill for her and die for her. I hate making her cry, it's always like the soul of me is breaking whenever I see tears in her eyes but you guys decided to break my soul" he whispered harshly, "You guys broke my soul".

He took a wooden stick from the peripheral vision and hit Alex on his legs.

"You want to have her?" he asked. "She's mine" he growled continuously, hitting both of them on their legs, liking the scream and breaking sound of their legs. "Mine to touch, mine to look, mine to see, mine to love... Mine" he bellowed.

He took the bottle of alcohol and opened it before pouring it on them, trailing it to outside. "if you are fast enough, you might be safe and if not, it would be the news of your death at the front page of the newspaper" and he lit the small bar.

He smiled sadistically, his eyes darkened with rage and satisfaction, cracking his muscles as he moved to the next person. He walked along the dark alley, with his shining knife in hand and he thought of many tortures he would give her.

He saw the familiar building and smiled sardonically, he walked to the apartment door and knocked it thrice before it was opened to reveal a shocked Jessie who wanted to quickly close the door but he used his foot to stop it.

"Jessie, Jessie, little fake lady" he grinned menacingly, "my mother taught me well not to hit a female but society taught me otherwise" he sat comfortably on the couch smiling.

"You talked about my Angel natural unique eyes when everything about you is fake" he spoke, touching the tip of the knife, "your hair, your boobs, your ass, your face" he smirked cruelly, "But what if I want to make you feel better and natural.. What do you think?" he raised his brow.

"No no no... I'm not interested, you get out" she pointed to the door, "before I call the police" she threatened shakily.

"Oh, I'm scared" he exclaimed before laughing out, "Jessie, Jessie. You signed up for this, since the moment you opened your big fake mouth to talk to my Angel" he abruptly stood up, slashing her cheek with the knife with him and she screamed in pain.

"Oops," he gasped, "my bad" he muttered.

"I don't want to do this but you are making me do it. It's your fault", picking her up like a rag doll to her bathroom. He filled the bathtub with water but before that he held her hands in his hand while using the second to bring out the injection, "when the autopsy of your death is checked, it will result that you were high with coke.." he grinned injecting her neck as she struggled against his restraint.

He gripped her hair tightly before drowning her face in water then removed it after some time, he did it for half an hour before he put her slumped body in the bathtub.

"if you are lucky, you can call 911" he saluted and went out the cold night.

He inhaled and exhaled the cold night breeze...

Peace of mind.

~**~

Hello Royhans 💕

How was the chapter?

We've seen Nathaniel's vulnerable side, caring side, loving side.. Now, it's the sadist, dark and ruthless side 😁. No hate or bitter comment please, they've it coming 😁.

Vote, please vote, comment, comment.. I'm loving you guys comments, follow, share and review.

Don't forget to follow me on _royhan for latest updates.

If you like my books, you can support me by buying me a coffee : https://www.buymeacoffee.com/royhanss

Any predictions?

Thanks for reading ❤️

Please do help my friend book reach 10k views. Please do check it out.

Moi moi and pap that Nathaniel made for his girl 👇