CHAPTER 4: WHO IS THIS?

Nathan walked slowly ahead, confidently. I followed, my heart racing with each step, but my mind was blank. Behind us, I could hear Carlos’ voice rising, desperate and furious.

“Mel! Mel, wait!” Carlos shouted, his voice cutting through the noise of the street. 

I kept moving, refusing to look back. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of turning around. Not after what he did.

Suddenly, I felt a force tugging at my arm, and I stumbled slightly. Carlos had caught up, his grip tight and desperate. “Mel, please - -”

Before he could finish, one of Nathan’s guards, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, stepped in with lightning speed. The guard grabbed Carlos by the shoulder, pulling him back with surprising strength, his expression cold and unflinching.

“Let her go,” the guard said firmly, his voice low but commanding.

Carlos struggled for a moment, his eyes wide with frustration and anger, but he was no match for the guard’s strength. “Get your hands off me! This is between me and her!” Carlos shouted, but his protests fell on deaf ears.

Pachi, who had been watching from the doorway, rushed over, his face filled with concern. He grabbed Carlos by the arm, pulling him back further. “Carlos, let it go!” Pachi begged, his voice strained. “You’re only making this worse. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

Nathan had already opened the door of his car for me, waiting with an air of calm detachment. I took another deep breath and stepped toward the car. 

Before getting in, I stole one last look at Carlos. His face was twisted with anger and helplessness as Pachi held him back, but I didn’t let it affect me. He had made his choices, and now I was making mine.

I lowered myself into the car, and the moment I slid into the seat, I was struck by how luxurious it was. The smooth leather, the pristine dashboard, the sleek design, it was a Benz, and it was the most beautiful car I had ever seen.

Nathan’s office was a masterpiece of luxury. Everything in the office showed taste and class. I concluded he must be from a very rich family. Every detail is meticulously crafted to reflect power and prestige. I couldn’t help but be in awe as Nathan gestured for me to follow him inside.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a wry smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Let me get some paperwork sorted out, and we will be on our way.”

Nathan had asked that we come to the office before he took me to his planned venue for a little getaway.

I had a plan, one that involved surprising him with a lap dance he wouldn’t soon forget. As we settled into the room, my mind raced with the details of my scheme.

“I was actually hoping to show you something,” I said, my voice mixed with playful anticipation.

Nathan chuckled. “Oh really? And what might that be?”

“Just a little something special and exotic,” I replied, trying to sound casual while my heart pounded in my chest. “I thought it might be fun.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but amused. “Last time you tried something like this, let’s just say it didn’t quite go as planned. You remember, right?”

I bit my lip, remembering the awkwardness of our previous encounter. “Yes, I remember,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment. “But I’m sure this will be different.”

Nathan laughed, shaking his head. “Nope, can do. Why don’t you freshen up a bit? We’ve got a dinner to catch.

I felt a rush of heat at his words. He was so close, his scent intoxicating, and all I wanted was to be closer to him. “Sure, I’ll just... use the restroom first,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Nathan gestured towards a discreet door at the corner of the office. “It’s right there. Take your time.”

As I walked toward the door, I glanced back at Nathan. His eyes were focused on some papers on his desk, giving me the perfect opportunity to execute my plan. Once inside the restroom, I took a deep breath, my mind racing with excitement.

I quickly washed and changed into my lingerie, the soft fabric feeling like a second skin. I applied a touch of perfume, hoping to add a final layer of allure to my surprise. The anticipation was electric, and I could hardly wait to see Nathan’s reaction.

With a final check in the mirror, I took a moment to compose myself. Ready to make my entrance, I stepped out of the restroom, my body alive with the promise of what was to come.

Nathan was still focused on his work as I looked for the switch and turned off the lights, plunging the room into a dim blue glow. I started music on my phone, the slow, seductive rhythm filling the space. Moving with deliberate grace, I approached Nathan, my hips swaying in time with the beat.

My bra was a shallow-cupped bra that exposed most of my boobs to the nipple area while my pantyhose was lightly held by a thin g-string. I was as sexy as I could be. 

 I carefully placed myself on his lap, my body brushing against his. The sensation was electrifying, a mix of excitement and fear as I began to grind gently, every motion intended to captivate and seduce.

I felt a little uneasy because Nathan’s well-structured and fitted body now looked frail and soft. I thought maybe he was tired and maybe if I loosened myself a bit more.

But just as I began to lose myself at the moment, the lights blazed on with a sudden intensity, shattering the intimate atmosphere. My heart lurched as I looked up.

At first, it was difficult to see, but then it slowly became clear. Nathan was standing by the door, his expression a mixture of confusion and shock. So who was I dancing for?

“What’s going on here?” Nathan’s voice cut through the haze of music, his tone demanding and authoritative.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, Nathan wasn’t the one sitting in the chair. The man I had been dancing for, the one whose lap I was sitting on, was not him. My eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of the situation.

The man I had been so intimate with was now watching us with wide eyes, his face a mask of surprise and discomfort. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I scrambled off his lap, stumbling slightly as I stood up.

“I - - I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. “I thought... I thought you were someone else.”

Nathan’s gaze shifted from me to the man, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And what exactly were you planning to do?” he asked, his voice cold and controlled.

“I - -” I began, but the words caught in my throat. “I was just trying to surprise Nathan with a dance. I didn’t know - -”

The man I had been dancing for, stood up, his face a mixture of confusion and mild irritation. “I think there’s been a mistake,” he said.”

Nathan’s eyes were locked on me, his expression unreadable. “It seems there’s been a significant misunderstanding,” he said, his tone firm. “If you wanted to perform, you should have made sure you had the right audience.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, my voice trembling. “I’ll just... I’ll leave.”

“No you are not leaving,” Nathan said, his voice very firm. Turning to the man in his seat, “Steve, please you can leave my office. Never you come into my office in my absence,”

I was so embarrassed that I needed to leave to hide my shame. “I didn’t think you had left the office, I... I didn’t know, please who was that?” I asked, not certain that he would answer me.

“That’s Steve my younger brother, please put on your clothes, and let's leave.” He said with a firm, commanding voice.

I was about to put on my clothes when someone flung open the door with such force that my shock almost took me to the floor.

“Who the hell is this slut, Nathan?” She asked.