Chapter 179

Nathaniel and Isabella returned to the Executive Oceanic Suite.

Nathaniel stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the glittering city lights below.

Suddenly, warm arms encircled him from behind. Slender fingers traced patterns across his chest through the crisp white shirt.

Isabella pressed herself against his back.

Nathaniel turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at him through her lashes, desire evident in her gaze. The charged atmosphere between them was almost tangible.

With a coy smile, she whispered, "Nathaniel, tell me...have you ever been with a woman?"

His eyebrow arched slightly. "Why do you ask?"

Isabella knew Harrison was the only woman who had ever been close to Nathaniel. During his three-year coma, Harrison had entered his life, but she was certain nothing intimate had occurred between them.

Yet Nathaniel was a virile man in his prime. Surely he had needs?

She'd been making subtle advances for months, always met with polite refusal. While determined to wait until marriage for full intimacy, she thought she could offer him...something to whet his appetite.

Her fingers toyed with his shirt buttons. "Let me help you, Nathaniel."

Her crimson nails stood out against the pristine white fabric as her hands wandered lower. Rising on her toes, she attempted to kiss him while simultaneously reaching for his belt.

"I'm...inexperienced," she murmured, feigning innocence.

Nathaniel gently but firmly pushed her away. Isabella tumbled onto the plush bed with surprising ease.

Before she could react, he was suddenly looming over her, his powerful frame casting a shadow across her body.

Isabella's breath hitched. She adored his commanding presence, the way his sheer dominance made her pulse race.

His handsome face descended toward hers, lips hovering just inches away.

She closed her eyes in anticipation.

But the expected kiss never came. Instead, Nathaniel reached past her, grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and straightened up.

"No, thank you," he said calmly, already moving toward the door.

Isabella's eyes flew open. After all that boldness, he was rejecting her?

She scrambled upright, panic rising. "Nathaniel, wait!"

Her trembling hands fumbled with his belt buckle in desperation. The clumsy movements betrayed her claimed inexperience.

Nathaniel had known a woman far more skilled in these matters. A woman who knew exactly how to touch him, how to make his blood burn.

Isabella's awkward attempts did nothing for him.

Gently but firmly, he removed her hands. "Enough. I'm still married."

Isabella fell silent, frustration twisting her features.

Nathaniel turned to leave.

"Nathaniel!" she cried suddenly. "You won't cheat, but what about Harrison? She's right next door with Alexander! They're probably in bed together right now!"

Nathaniel's broad shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly. His mind flashed to what he'd seen earlier - the condoms, the lingerie.

What were they doing at this very moment?

Was Harrison pleasuring Alexander the way she'd once pleasured him?

His jaw clenched. Pulling out his phone, he sent a quick message.

In the Presidential Suite, Alexander had just stepped into the shower when the doorbell rang.

Harrison frowned. Who could that be?

Opening the door, she found a hotel staff member waiting. "Good evening, miss. Your delivery has arrived."