Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 36 Unhinged

*Trisha*

Call me crazy but I'm not giving up on Nate. He needs to get his mind off Moretti, and I know just how to do it. And to be honest, I'm enjoying every second of this time with him. No, I didn't tie him up or have sex with him last night. Nate was too emotionally drained, and by the time we got back to the hotel, I was too tired.

I wake up early and look over at the sleeping man, lying on his side, facing me. His hair is a mess over his forehead. Lips parted the tiniest bit, breathing heavily in a sound sleep. No shirt on. The blankets are all pulled to my side, leaving him with just the white sheet barely over his black boxer briefs, showing the Calvin Klein label. I can't help but study him for a minute. His muscles, a little light brown chest hair. He looks so damn hot right now. I want to kiss him. I feel a slight aching and turn away because Nate needs his sleep. But due to what I'm feeling right now, letting him sleep doesn't last long.

I roll back over and run my fingers through Nate's messy hair and then inch closer until my lips are on his. I kiss the corner of his mouth, and he stirs a little. With his eyes still closed, his lips come to life, and he responds by lightly kissing me back. He pulls me in against his body, and I feel him harden against my stomach.

"Mornin." I whisper right as Nate rolls on top of me and begins kissing my neck.

"Mornin." He repeats, yet to open his eyes fully. He hikes up my shirt a little and grabs my hip with one hand, letting out a little groan when he doesn't feel any underwear. Nate knows I don't wear underwear to bed.

The next thing I know, Nate's underwear is off, and he's inside me. He's slow and lazy with his thrusts while his head is in the crook of my neck. I orgasm underneath him even with the slowness of it all, and Nate lets go inside me with a drawn-out groan just minutes later.

"Why'd that feel so good?" I gasped while he rocks into me a few more times.

"Not sure." He whispers and presses his lips to my neck.

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*James*

"While America's voice contestant is currently at The Avalon due for her mental health issues and drug addiction, fiancé or shall we say ex-fiancé? America's heart throb Nate Hollan was seen here at the famous spa with supermodel Mila Giovanna."

The TV blares in the den, catching my attention while Jennie helps me get dressed for the day.

"Seriously??" I walk into the room and hear the news about Nate and Mila and suddenly feel sick to my stomach.  "Jen, can you text Trisha for me?"

"Of course."

"Ask her if this is fake news or if Nate is really messing around with Mila again for me, will ya?" I pull up my running pants by myself and sit down on the pull-out couch so my sister can help me get my sneakers on. Of course, I have to remind her I need help first. Once she gets the hint, she is right on it.

Trisha responds instantly.

"Fake news. Trisha said they just happened to be coming out of the spa around the same time. The Paparazzi made it out to be something it wasn't." Jennie reads the text, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh good. I hope Julia knows this." 

"I'm sure Nate told her right away." Jennie says before we walk downstairs. She lets the dog out and starts breakfast for me. 

"Are they even still together?" Jennie asks, continuing the conversation while scrambling eggs.

"Nate and Julia? I mean, I think so. I guess I don't know for sure." I have been wondering the same thing but don't want to bring it up to Julia and feel weird asking Trisha. I know how Trisha feels about Nate. The same way I feel about Julia.