Chapter 100: Chapter 100

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Bloody hell. Why did I say that? I cringe, as I find my way up, to the yacht balcony. I'd said that out of jealousy, but what would he think? It was extremely vulgar of me to say those words. I take out my phone, about to dial Rocket's number when my phone slips from my hand. I cover my face with my palms, completely irked. Today was not my day. I bend to pick the phone, when I see someone's leg stretched out. The leg kicks my phone into the water and I yell.

"Hey! What the hell?!" I yell, turning around to look at the idiot that's just kicked my phone into the water. It is none other than Lucas, or Richard, if I might say. I get up.

"What the hell was that? Are you crazy?" I ask, unsure why he would kick my phone into the water. There's a huge frown plastered on his face.

"You are paying for that, Mr. Burke."

"Mr. Burke?" He asks. He scoffs, a small smirk by the corner of his lips. I begin to walk away, but he grabs my arm. We are dangerously close. Our eyes are fixated on one another.

"I know you know who I am."

"I'm sorry? No, I do not know who you are, or what you're talking about for that matter. If you'll excuse, I have a son and a husband to take care of." I state as coldly as I possibly can. I jerk my arm off.

"You know it's me, Natalie!" He says, and I freeze. He continues, "I didn't die that day. I was able to escape that day, but it would kill me if you let that man, or any other man touch you." He says, and I almost faint at the spot as he utters those words. I look at the ground as memories of myself and Rocket getting intimate rush through my head.

"Natalie!" He whisper yells, and slowly, I turn around to look at him. He moves closer to me. He caresses my face as we lean on each other. I can feel the tears dropping down my eyes as Luke cries. He holds my hands, but I'm too taken aback to even reciprocate the action.

"I was going to stay away, I was doing it. Why did you have to dress up this way, and say those words? Your body, your face, your smile, everything, Natalie. Everything about you drives me insane."

I caress his face, as I grab his shirt. I couldn't quite describe the amount of happiness and sadness I was feeling at the same time. I was happy that he had finally admitted to being Luke, my Luke, and sad at the fact that I'd betrayed him, betrayed the sacredness of our love, our bond. I let go of him and take a step back. I slap him. He looks at me, still crying.

"Four years. You were alive all this time, and you didn't think to let me know? How dare you even come back like nothing happened?! Why did you stay away for so long?!" I ask, desperately waiting for his response. "Do you know how hard it was? Paralyzed with a one year old? Having to tell our baby, your son! That his father went far away? Do you know how he cried and made a fuss about not having a father? Do you know he became violent?" I ask.

"Shh. Shh. My love, I had to." He says, wiping my tears away. "I just need you to know that it was hard. I had to stay away, but every moment I craved for you, your touch. I always knew you would be able to take care of Louis. I did it for us, for me, you, and my son." He says, holding my face in his hands. I sob, thanking God that the moment I'd craved for had finally come. We hug. It's a long, warm and intimate one. It's the one hug I'd needed for years, and finally, I was getting it. Luke breaks the hug.

"Say you're mine. Say you still love me, Natalie."

"Of course, I still love you, Luke. I am yours, my love." I respond, hoping and praying that it wasn't a dream. He snakes his hand around my neck and loosens my hair. My hair falls to my back. I look at him, and in a moment, his hands are wrapped around my waist and our lips are entwined. He pins me on the wall of the yacht. We kiss, passionately. He breaks the kiss and moves to my neck, he places wet kisses all over my chest, down to my exposed cleavage. I moan. I enjoy my ex-husband's kisses as horrific images of myself and Rocket replay in my head. I close my eyes, and push him off me. I look at Lucas, feeling extremely bad that I'd slept with Rocket not once, not twice, not thrice, but uncountable times in the past month. We had a lot of sex. I needed it, plus, I'd been celibate for the last four years.

"Did I upset you? I'm sorry, if you don't wan—

"No!" I respond. I couldn't possibly be the only one who'd been intimate with someone else since our divorce. I'd seen him with Rose too. "No." I repeat, as I push him to the wall. I take of my heels. I bend as much as I can, ignoring the tightness of my dress. I unzip his trousers, as I watch him. He looks shocked. I take out his mighty shaft, which seems to have grown a bit longer and thicker since our split, six years ago. I take him in my mouth and graze the tip first, then I begin to go up, down, trying to not be too fast not too slow. My core clenches as I hear my man moan. Yes, Rose, he is mine. He moans for me. My subconscious rejoices. I take in his saltiness, creaminess and wetness down my throat as he comes.

"I missed you." I say as I finish. He looks at me, although I cannot quite tell what expression he has on his face. I get up, and he snakes his hands around my waist. I close my eyes as I feel his hands on my rump. He caresses them. He unzips my dress and we exchange positions. He carries me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands around his neck as my back rests on the wall. I watch him, as I feel him enter me. I resist the urge to close my eyes. He begins to thrust, filling me and my womanhood up with his massive shaft.

"Uugh. . ." He moans.

"Mm. Aaah. . ." I follow suite. His thrusts become faster, as I grab onto him.

"You're mine, Natalie. Mine, alone. Say it."

"I am yours, Lucas. Yours alone. As are you. Ah!" I moan, my pupils dilating. He carries me towards the beach chair. He drops me beside it. I wrap my legs around him. Our lips meet again, and I drag him close to me, skin to skin, his warmth, radiating all over my body as he settles in between my burning core. I wanted to kiss him for eternity and more. "Wait," I say, and immediately, he pauses. "Let me lead." I whisper into his ears, and like an obedient child, he sits so I lead. I hold his manhood, slowly placing it inside of me as I sit on him. "Ah." I moan, as I ride him, and as he rests his head on my bare and hard nipples.

"Ah! Ah! Mm, yes. . . Oh!" I moan, as I move forwards and backwards, hoping to satisfy not only my man, but myself. Six years later and I was still attracted to him as I was the first time we had real consensual sex. He grunts, turning me on as he caresses my rump. Oh, Luke. . . It felt like an eternity. Feeling his skin, his warmth, everything in me was like a dream. It felt surreal. I lean in to kiss him as I continue grinding my waist on him.

"I love you. I love you so much." He whispers.

"I love you too." I respond, looking into his deep blue eyes. I get up from him. He gets up, and immediately, I feel his lips on my breast. "Ow. . . Mmm. Ah. . ." I moan, my core, still throbbing and crying for its owner to take it once more. I run my hand through his hair as he continues pleasing me, his left hand finding it's way into my womanhood, as he begins to finger me voraciously. "Ah, yes. . ." I moan, enjoying every bit of what he was doing to me. I assist his hand as I help push it as he fingers me. "Don't stop. Please. . . Ah!"

"You want more?" He asks, his voice, another source of a turn on.

"Yes," I respond. Of course. Hell yes!

He leads me to the beach chair, and I lay on it. "Turn around," He says. He continues as I turn. "Arch your back." He commands, and I obey. I arch my back, and he raises my dress up. I want to scream as I feel him enter me from behind, my entire body filled with ecstasy, a feeling only he could give me. I hold onto the beach chair as though I'm clinging onto dear life as Lucas pounds me from behind. He brings his left hand and covers my private area as his right hand cuddles my right breast. I moan, as I feel myself reaching my climax. I begin to shake, as I feel myself coming. I collapse, just as I feel an explosion of warmness inside of me.

"I can't believe this. Rocket helped you leave?" I ask Luke, flabbergasted. "He helped you leave London and he never even spoke about it to me, or assured me that you were safe." I scoff, wondering how wicked Rocket could be.

"Yes. I'm not surprised. I did tell him to look after you and Louis after I left. I can see he did that but I was filled with so much rage to return to see you getting married to him."

"I almost went insane that day, Luke. It wasn't funny. You could've told me at least, and then I wouldn't have acted so crazily chasing you arou— He shuts me up with a kiss. I smile. "I missed this. I missed you."

"I missed us." He responds, as we share another hug.

"I don't want you around Rocket again, Natalie."

"There's something I saw right before I came here today, Luke."

"What?" He asks.

"A few nights ago, Alex said something to me that made wonder if it was all just a coincidence or a conspiracy to take all three of us out. We owned CI— all three of us together."

"And?"

"Today, I saw Alex's admission papers in Rocket's house. It had his name and signature. He put Alex in that place, Luke. What's to say he didn't plan your accident?"

"Caleb did. Caleb was behind my accident, and like I said, it was Rocket who helped me. Just before I drove the car, he called me."

Flashback, 4 Years Ago

"We have nothing more to discuss, Rocket. Natalie made her decision. She chose me."

"Listen! If you're already driving, I need you to open the door and get out as fast as you can! If you aren't, do not drive your car under any—

"What? What is this, a joke?" I could sense the seriousness in his voice.

"Your car is filled with explosives! Where are you? I'll come to you."

*

"Oh, my God. It can't be. It can't." I state, my eyes filling up with water. It was all starting to make sense.

"Natalie? What happened? What is it?!"

I gasp, realizing who Rocket truly was. "I saw a video in the company. It was the day the police came for you. After we'd all left, Caleb stayed behind. He didn't leave the company according to the camera. However, when I rewatched I saw something odd. It was Rocket. He went to the company that day. He met with Caleb that day."

"Hello?!" A voice calls out, and myself and Luke get up, panicked. Nobody could see us. He takes my heels, and we both rush to the opposite corner of the yacht.

"Natalie?" The voice calls again.

"It's Alex. Give me my shoes." I say, as I begin to dress up. I turn around for him to zip me up. He does, and again, he places a trail of wet kisses down from my neck to my shoulders.

"Luke, we have to stop, and I have to go." I state in a low tone, turning around to get my shoes.

"I'll do it." He insists. I smile at him. He bends, and puts my shoes on for me. "Thank you." I mouth, as we hold hands. We look into each other's eyes. We kiss. I nod at him.

"Yes, Alex? Is that you?" I ask, coming out of the shadows.

"Natalie. What are you doing here?" He asks. "What happened to your hair? You looked good with your hair up."

"I had to get away from there. Seeing—

"My sister with Richard. . ." He completes. I nod, hoping that he didn't figure out that I was here with Luke.

"Come on. Take my arm. Let's get back downstairs."

****

"Rose, I'd like you to meet Natalie. My very good friend and my—

"Ex wife?" She completes. I roll my eyes and sigh. Bloody hell.

"I see Mother wasted no time."

"Actually, I just found out this evening. I've always thought you had questionable taste, brother— this just confirms it."

"Remember a few months ago when you were so desperate to be friends with me? If I remember clearly, you complained about your husband not loving you. Heh. I'll just give you a hint. Have you seen yourself in the mirror, lately, Rose?" I respond, and walk off as she scoffs loudly behind me.

"Natalie!" I hear Alex call behind me, but I ignore. I didn't want to be here. At this moment, I just wanted and needed Luke. Everyone else didn't matter. He grabs my arm. Damn! I was tired of getting my arm grabbed.

"Will you?" I ask, looking at my arm. I sigh.

"I'm sorry for what my sister said to you, Natalie. It was uncalled for."

"And, I'm sorry I was rude to your sister, but you need to tell her to watch it. I was once very very horrible with words, so she should avoid provoking me. I think I need to be alone. I need to go home, and clearly I need to watch my space around you because your family seem to hate me."

"Woah. . . Slow dow—

"We've arrived at the docks. I'll go now, Alex. Have a good evening."

******

Getting home, it seems everyone's gone to bed. I head to the kitchen, famished. I open the fridge, and I take out the box of pre cooked dumplings and yoghurt. I take off my heels, as I find my way to the microwave. I heat up the food, and begin to eat.

"Natalie?" I turn around at once. "Aunt."

"I rarely see you these days, my darling. What are you doing to and with your life, my girl?"

"I don't understand Aunt Ruth. What do you mean?"

"I mean, you have a husband, a beautiful family that you've finally created. Why won't you treat your husband as you should?"

I gasp. "Auntie. I must tell you something," I say, rushing to meet her. "Lucas is alive, Aunt. I was always correct."

"This again? Oh—

"No! This time, he admitted it. He came to me himself. He confessed, that he's Lucas. We're back together, Aunt. Isn't that great?" She looks on, shocked at the revelation.

"But what if he's lying? Playing on your intelligence?"

"I slept with him. I know, that he's my Luke. It's his touch. It's him, aunt."

"Regardless, Natalie. You are married to Rocket. How could you do this? It's the same thing Luke accused you of. The very thing that ruined your marriage in the first place is what you've just done!"

"No, aunt." I state, turning around. I continue, "Lucas and I may not be married anymore, but he's still my soulmate. Rocket and I are getting a divorce. It'll be finalized in about a month or two. I'm going back to my real husband once all of this is over. Besides, Aunt. Rocket is not who he seems to be." I say, as I pick my yoghurt.

"I will always support your decisions, Natalie. However, I must call a spade, a spade. You've really become selfish. You used Rocket, and now that you have no use for him, you kick him to the curb. You've even used me, Ashley. . ."

"You think I'm selfish, aunt? Well, maybe I am. Maybe I just want to get everything I want when I want them, Aunt. Maybe. Maybe it's because for the longest, I've always thought about everyone else. Maybe it's because I've never put myself first! I mean, if I did actually put myself first, I would never have married Luke in the first place to save my family's face, would I? If you really were looking out for me, just as you claim, you would never have allowed my mother sell me off in the first place. I guess you can call that a spade."