His Curvy Obsession novel Chapter 5

He left without looking back.

He couldn't control himself, just a whiff of her scent was enough to set him off. Her full plump lips which were innocently teasing him to have a taste were imprinted to his memory. Had it been he had taken a taste, he wouldn't be able to control himself,-the last strain of sanity would leave him.

Her eyelashes fanned her face as her expectantly lips were calling him to her like a siren. He shook his head as he clenched his fist and left which elicited a shocked gasp and murmur from the crowd.

He walked in a long stride, unbuttoning his suit and threw it away without knowing where it landed. He needed to cool off because the unfathomable heat and need he was feeling was making him crazy.

His heart was beating loudly as blood was rushing down to his groin at a faster rate.

He went to his car at the underground garage and ignited it to life before zooming off to any nearest bar he could find to quench the heat he was feeling.

His body never behaved like this to anyone.

Just her picture made him masturbate and her lips made him want to release a caged beast in him which he didn't know existed.

He took out his phone, dialed his best friend's number. He couldn't call his mother because he knew she would be angry and sad.

He opened two buttons of his shirt, tugged the tie away from his neck and threw it to the back seats. He uncuffed his cufflinks and rolled the long sleeves to his elbow, running his hand through his hair as he waited for his friend to answer his call.

He agitated, drumming his fingers on the steering, he fixed the bluetooth firmly on his ear as he continued to speed up with his left hand.

"What the hell was that, leaving your bride out there?!" his friend screamed at him while he cringed.

"I know," he agreed.

"You better know!" His friend reprimanded.

"I'm sorry".

"You left the girl out there by herself even if she's not the girl you want.." he paused a little, "she's on the verge of crying, she looked so lost and scared" his friend added softly while Nathaniel gripped the rim of the steering tightly, he could feel his nails scraping the leather.

He breathed in and out softly, shutting his eyes, trying to contain his anger, "take her home" he said, ready to hang up before he heard his friend's concerned voice.

"What you did today would bring many questions about your wedding to tomorrow's tabloid".

"I know" he responded and hung up.

Angelina had always dreamed of her wedding to be one so perfect of a wedding where she would be married to the man of her life in her father's backyard with her family and her husband's family.