Chapter 7: Her First Kiss Stolen By A Playboy

Spencer Davidson did look and spotted a slight yet sexy curve around Nathalia's breasts. "I've had too much of your type. There's no harm having a change and try something slimmer."

Something slimmer?! Nathalia followed his eyes and noticed her small and firm breasts. Annoyed, she pouted, glared at him and stomped at his foot, or she attempted to.

"Move away from me. You dirty thing." It somehow only came out as a whisper and was only audible to Spencer Davidson.

Dirty? Ha. Spencer reacted swiftly, let go of Nathalia, and stepped away. Nathalia lost balance and was about to have a heavy fall. She closed her eyes, acceptingly, though more helplessly. Now everyone's watching me fall. How embarrassing!

She did fall, but into Spencer's arms as he caught her again quickly. "Nathalia, there's no need to be jealous. Wendy is just one of my exes now." Spencer said cheekily and was thinking Aha, a rebellious pussy cat. I like that.

Nathalia opened her eyes to see a charming-looking face right in front of her. His playful smile and enchanting scent of cologne bewitched her, and they lingered. Her cheeks reddened again, and he took full advantage of it as he stroked her face with his long slim fingers. He teased, "Are you blushing? You cute little thing."

Why would I be jealous? Nonsense. I don't even know you. How irritating you are! Nathalia was so mad at him.

It took her awhile to realize that she was still lying in his arms with everyone watching. She frowned and pushed him to imply that he should let go of her, but Spencer made no response.

It truly vexed Nathalia. What's this supposed to mean? He definitely loves attention. But why the hell is he getting me involved in this? However, thinking that her step-mother and Evette had been watching her, she composed herself and said as calmly as she could, "Please let me stand up."

Spencer was impressed. Well played, girl. You must have been on a roller coaster emotionally. Not bad at disguising your anger at all. You can definitely push yourself. Hmm. Intriguing. Ha.

Their intimacy exchanged, though forced by Spencer, had aroused great jealousy amongst the spectators. Wendy was mortified, but she dared not utter anything disrespectful to Spencer. Instead, she targeted Nathalia, "Nathalia Carter, I shall kindly remind you. You won't even last two weeks."

Nathalia was speechless. He's shameless and rude to me, and she's accusing and attacking me verbally!

Why do I need to be reminded? Aren't you a smart actress? Can't you even tell it's all nonsense?

She felt thoroughly unjust, but she showed no sign of it, "There's nothing between …wait! hmm."

Before she could finish her defense, she was interrupted by him unexpectedly. Spencer grabbed her waist with one hand, and her head with the other lowered his head towards her and swiftly planted his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her passionately. It swept her sense away like a storm. It came too quickly. It came too violently. She simply stood there, frozen, eyes wide open.

It was her first kiss. He robbed her of her first kiss. Brutal!

She had no idea how she got in the car later. Her head was a mess still, and she was staring into space till a violent shake threw her back to reality. She frowned and turned to Evette to see an unforgiving and how-dare-you-steal-my-guy face.

"Nathalia, when did you start dating Spencer? How come you've never mentioned it?" Evette was so frustrated as Spencer didn't even take a single look at her.

Her pride was not allowed to be defeated, and Evette swore that she would have it back, what she believed to be hers.

Seeing the scowl on Evette's face, Nathalia felt much better. Schadenfreude. Pleasure-in-others'-misfortune, as they say. Nathalia was pleased to see her step-mother and sister suffer.

"Well, you will need to ask Spencer."

She gave an intentionally vague answer. Meanwhile, she knew there was no point in making an explanation as they would not believe her anyway. After what had happened, how could she convince them that they had never met before?

Evette thought Nathalia was showing off and remarked bitterly, "Huh, Spencer's just playing games with you. Don't be serious, or you will be crying soon when he dumps you."

Her bitter tone betrayed her jealousy. It wasn't difficult for Nathalia to tell, and she sneered secretly as she played with her hair. In a casual and innocent manner, she replied, "Don't worry, Evette. I can play along. Don't you find Spencer very good-looking? He isn't a good "husband material" man, but not bad as a boyfriend. Also, there's nothing to lose anyway."

The less Nathalia seemed to care, the angrier Evette got. She felt a heavyweight on her chest. Wipe that smug look off your face.

Mrs. Carter had been observing Nathalia. Nathalia knew and let her be. After a while, she asked tentatively, "Nathalia, did you and Spencer plan it?"

Nathalia smiled and lowered her head bashfully. She said nothing but successfully and smartly suggested "Yes" in silence.

Mrs. Carter got the message, be it misleading, and thought Aha. So that's why she's been acting differently today. Spencer Davidson had her back. However, there's nothing to be concerned about. She's not the type for him at all. It won't last long. It's alright. She can be smug for now, and soon she will be crying. It will teach her a good lesson.

Evette blamed Nathalia for her anger, and then she got an idea to revenge for now. "Nathalia, I love the jewelry you got today so much. Can I have them please?" Evette begged sweetly as she put her hands out.

Nathalia agreed without a second thought, "Of course. Here, take them." You want them, take them. Let's see how much more you can handle.

Evette felt much better with the jewelry in her hands.

Mrs. Carter glared at Evette hopelessly. "Don't be ridiculous, Evette. They are your sister's. Don't take your sister's stuff." Silly girl, why can't you think long-term?

There was too much anger for Evette to digest. Nathalia got the jewelry and stole my man while I got nothing.

She held the box tight, knitted her brows, and protruded her lips in a sulky pout. "Mom, I'm not taking her stuff. She gave them to me." Aren't you my real mom? Why are you on Nathalia's side?

"No. They are your sister's." Mrs. Carter kept watching Nathalia suspiciously. How Nathalia acted today completely took her by surprise, and she had to keep her guard up. Even though she later realized Spencer Davidson had Nathalia's back, she could still sense something was wrong.

Nathalia gave Mrs. Carter an innocent look and wondered, "Why? Mom? Is there something on my face."

Mrs. Carter frowned worriedly, seeing how calm Nathalia responded.

Is she scheming, or is she really innocent?

Mrs. Carter couldn't tell.

As soon as they arrived home, Nathalia went upstairs to take a shower. She knew she had played a good game today, and she felt good. At the same time, she understood that there would be another game at the party this evening, and she would be prepared.

Standing in front of the mirror and examining her lips, she felt rage growing again.

Damn it! It's my first kiss. Stolen by a playboy!

Spencer Davidson, an asshole you are!

We will see!