53 Chapter 53: I Want To Know Her

At least she didn't end up with those predators!

Matt thought she was alright until she suddenly collapsed. She's strong-minded. He thought, amazed.

Luckily, he caught her before she fell onto the floor. He held her in his arms, her rosy face just an inch away from his. His heartfelt sudden weight.

Who is she? What is she? She cut herself with a knife. She reported her sister to the police and the press. She could pretend nothing was wrong even though she had been drugged. She would fight to the last second, determined.

She could act so cold and sharp like she had no sympathy, even no feelings at all.

What Nathalia had done totally intrigued Matt. It was nothing he would ever expect.

I want to know her.

He had this sudden desire. He didn't know why or how or where it came from. It was the very first time he found himself so intrigued by a girl and had the yearning to get to know her.

So delicate, fragile, yet so strong, so brave.

Just then, Spencer's voice came behind him. "Leave her to me." Cold and assertive.

Spencer?! Why is he here? I didn't even hear him come in.

Subconsciously he hugged Nathalia tighter and shook his head. "Spencer, I..."

If Matt could see himself, he would see his extremely protective self. He was holding Nathalia tight like she was his most precious possession.

Spencer turned even colder, his voice trembled with anger, "I said, leave her, to me." Clearly, he demanded again.

"No," Matt rejected while thinking, I can't leave her to anyone in this state.

The tension grew. It was like the sun was covered by a fast and sudden gathering of heavy dark clouds, and the sky turned from bright blue to dark grey. A heavy thunderstorm was to start.

"She's mine." Spencer thundered.

Matt was taken aback and could only watch Spencer take Nathalia in his arms, cover her with his jacket, and walk out of the room. He was left alone, forlorn, looking at his hands where the warmth of her body was.

Hot. Burning hot. Painfully hot. Help me, please. Nathalia tried to voice herself, but nothing came out of her lips.

She felt like she was stuck in a burning boat caught in a storm in the ocean being whipped fiercely by the waves. She wanted it to stop, but she could do nothing but flow with it.

When the storm was finally over, she fell into a deep sleep.

She had no idea where she was and for how long she'd been asleep. When she finally awoke from a series of strange dreams, she could barely open her eyes, and her throat was so dry that it hurt to speak. "Water." She whispered. "Water."

She finished the whole glass of water and whispered again, "More, I want more."

After drinking another glass of water, she slowly opened her eyes and scanned around the room, confusion in her eyes.

Spencer? What happened? Why is he looking so miserable? Where am I?

"What's the matter?" she finally asked. Then memories of last night flashed in her mind, and her face turned pale. She looked down at herself. Naked!

Instantly, she wrapped herself up with the blanket, from head to toe. She was so embarrassed, and her cheeks were hot and red. She wished she could disappear into the blanket.

He has seen me naked! Ahhhh.

Seeing Nathalia wrapping herself up, Spencer smiled while thinking, Isn't she cute?!

And he teased her "You were really good. I didn't expect that."

Nathalia's face grew even hotter. She could feel it burning. Embarrassed and awkward, she shook her head as if she could deny everything by doing so, and she tried hard to recall what had happened last night.

She remembered running into Matt in the toilet. But where is he? How did I end up with Spencer? What happened afterward?

She tried and tried, but failed to recall. She tapped her head with both hands, frustrated.

Spencer smiled cheekily, and he jumps onto the bed and cuddles the wrapped up Nathalia. Nathalia screamed, but Spencer paid no notice and gently he dug her head out of the blanket, her cheeks were glowing, her eyes looking away from him. Seeing how awkward she felt, he somehow felt a bit guilty teasing her.

Nathalia could feel Spencer's eyes fixed on her. Her heart was beating so fast, and she could barely breathe. "You... I... Did we, er... did we..."

She couldn't even utter the word, and she was almost in tears.

Why?! That was the most important bit, and I can't even remember anything about it!

God! How could you allow this to happen?

The closer Spencer observed her, the cheekier he felt, and again he teased, "Did we what?"

The feeling of embarrassment then suddenly switched to anger, and Nathalia glared at him.

"Spencer Davidson! I'm serious!"

Though she tried to look angry and mad, wrapped up in the blanket and cuddled in Spencer's arms, she looked more like a sweet little girl pleading.

He felt her breath right next to him and the warmth of her rosy cheeks. He recalled memories from last night, and he felt the desire inside him start to grow again.

His voice was low and gentle. He breathed heavily into her ear and said, "Are you sure you want to talk about that here and now?"

Nathalia sensed the danger coming, and instantly she kicked and pushed Spencer, "Get out."

Accidentally, she pushed half of the blanket away, and her breasts were completely uncovered.

Spencer looked right at them, and he smiled playfully, "Apologies for my previous comment. You do have nice breasts. I like them."

She looked at Spencer and then down at herself. "Ahhhhh"

His playful smile and lifted eyebrow were beckoning her to strangle him. She bit into the blanket while glaring at him. Evil, dirty.

Spencer seemed to know what she was thinking, and deliberately, he winked at her before he let go of her. Nathalia showed a defeated face. Why? Why does he have to see my embarrassed self every time?

When he finally left the room. Nathalia let out a few cries before she crawled out from the blanket. She struggled to sit up and realized her body was aching terribly. Patches of bruises covered her body. Handprints could still be seen around her breasts.

She was shocked.

Did we really do it?

She tried to think, but her mind was a mess.

However, she somehow felt relieved. At least it was him, instead of those perverts at the party. It's probably not such a terrible thing losing my virginity to a guy like him. Right? Right?

She glanced around and spotted a beautiful package. She opened it, and inside was a new outfit and underwear. The tags had been taken off, and everything was brand new.