Nathan leaned back in his chair, calm as ever, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He glanced at me, waiting for my reaction, his eyes glinting with amusement as if this were all just another game.
I slowly lifted the cup to my lips, taking a small, deliberate sip of the coffee, savouring the moment. All eyes were on us now.
I could see that. Lisa was still trembling, Pachi was frozen in the corner, Carlos was fuming with rage and I clearly do not understand why, though I loved it
My Nathan, as always, was calm and in control. He looked at Carlos as if he was not there. “Hope you are enjoying yourself? I want you to be comfortable and make sure you are not disturbed in any way.”
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Nathan took me to one of his hotels. As we entered the hotel, it was as if we had stepped into another world, one bathed in luxury and elegance. Marble floors gleamed beneath our feet, reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung like luminous stars from the vaulted ceiling. The air was perfumed with a delicate scent of orchids, adding a touch of nature to the opulent surroundings.Nathan walked beside me, his presence commanding yet reassuring. Every member of the hotel staff seemed to know him by name, bowing slightly as we passed. It was easy to see how each staff showed him reverence, their smiles genuine but mixed with the awe reserved for someone of his stature."Are you okay?" he asked gently for what seemed like the hundredth time. His voice, deep and smooth, cut through the splendour around us, grounding me amid
Nathan sat on the luxurious couch, his posture relaxed yet alert, his eyes never leaving me as I moved slowly across the room. My heart raced, but my steps remained measured and deliberate. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, burning across my skin as I let the moment build, savouring the tension.I looked at him with a sly smile. “ You have not placed your order,” I said.He smiled back. “You’ve already collected payment.”‘Hmm, okay relax and try not to laugh this time,” I replied.“You have my word,” he said.With a subtle touch of my hand, I reached for the theater system and dimmed the ligh
Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony as if we had known each other for years, every touch, every motion seamlessly connected. It was so spontaneous that for a while I thought I was in love. Yes, there was a natural rhythm, an unspoken language between us, where every breath matched, every sensation heightened the next. His hands explored my body with confidence, each caress sending shivers through me, igniting a fire deep within.I felt him inside me, filling me completely, and it was like stepping into paradise. Every thrust and every movement was deliberate, yet spontaneous, raw and genuine. My body responded to his with a passion I had never known, and with each wave of pleasure, the connection between us deepened.He was always in control, leading the dance of our intimacy with strength and precision. His dominance made m
I looked at Nathan, still processing everything he'd shared about Katrina, and then, almost without thinking, I asked, “Why do you want me to work for you?”Nathan didn’t look up right away. He kept his eyes on his phone, scrolling as if the question didn’t require much thought. After a few moments, he paused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he said, in that smooth, composed way of his, “You can choose, either work for me or keep making love to me.”I blinked, completely taken aback. “What?” I said, more out of disbelief than anything else.He finally looked up, that mischievous glint in his eyes. “You heard me,” he said, his tone playful but with an edge of seriousness. “One or the other
As we prepared to leave the room, a playful thought crossed my mind, and I couldn’t help but voice it. “So, are you stylishly throwing me out?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as I looked at him.Nathan chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Not at all. In fact, I think you should check the wardrobes,” he replied, gesturing toward the elegant wooden doors that lined the wall.My curiosity heightened as I walked over to the wardrobes and opened them, my breath catching in my throat. Inside, I found a treasure trove of dresses, very beautiful designers and makes of all types, beckoning me to try them on. But it was the sight of a wristwatch tucked neatly on a shelf that truly captured my attention.I picked it up, my heart racing as I not
As we drove out of the mob’s headquarters, my heart raced, and the realization of what just transpired weighed heavily on my shoulders.“I don’t need the job,” I said, trying to steady my voice, even as uncertainty bubbled within me.Nathan turned to me, a knowing smile gracing his lips. “I understand,” he replied, his tone calm and reassuring.I felt a surge of determination, and my resolve strengthened. “This life is not for me,” I reiterated, glancing up at him, searching for understanding in his eyes.His smile widened slightly as if my protest amused him. “Okay,” he said simply, his voice steady.
As we settled back into the car, I couldn’t hold back my feelings any longer. “Nathan,” I said, a hint of frustration in my voice, “Malachi doesn’t like me. Did you see the way he looked at me?”Nathan chuckled, a playful sparkle in his eye. “Oh, he’s not supposed to like you. You took his job, remember?”“What do you mean? Are you actually going to sack him?” I asked, half-expecting a serious response.He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Not at all. I just made him the Managing Director of one of my firms.”I blinked in surprise. “Wait, what? You’re serious?”
“Mel, I want you to brace up, we are about to enter our first meeting,” Nathan said to me without even looking at me or considering the way I felt.As we walked into the boardroom, the atmosphere shifted immediately. All eyes turned toward us pr would I say, toward me. The room was filled with well-dressed men and women, their gazes sharp and inquisitive, clearly not expecting an outsider.There were familiar faces and, of course, some that I had not had the opportunity to meet. Nathan, always commanding attention, moved confidently toward the head of the table. The whispers started almost instantly, murmurs of confusion barely concealed.He didn’t seem to care, though. Without hesitation, he gestured to the empty seat beside him, the one usually rese
I was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. I had always known Katrina had a tough exterior, but hearing the raw emotion in her voice made me realize how much she had been holding in. She wasn’t just fighting for herself or Nathan or even the business. She was fighting for her place in a world that had never given her the respect she deserved.But this wasn’t the way.“I get it, Katrina,” I said softly, my voice gentle. “But this isn’t the answer. You’re hurting Nathan, and you’re hurting yourself. Don’t let Alex control you like this. Please, just think about it. Think about what you’re really doing here. Is this really what you want?”Katrina’s face twitched, and for a brief moment, I thought she might break down. But instead, she took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and walked toward the window. She didn’t say anything for a long while, and the silence between us felt heavy, almost suffocating.Finally, she spoke, her voice much quieter than before. “You’re right
I sat on the couch, the envelope from Katrina trembling slightly in my hands. I had known this moment was coming, the threats, the subtle innuendos, and Alex’s sudden reappearance in our lives, but seeing the court papers made it all too real. The words on the document were cold and clinical, and yet they felt like daggers piercing through my chest.Nathan walked into the room, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his face betraying the weariness of a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He took one look at my expression, and his eyes immediately darted to the envelope in my hands. Without a word, he crossed the room, sat down beside me, and gently took the papers from my hands.His jaw tightened as he scanned the document. His face, usually so composed, contorted in a mix of frustration and pain. “She’s actually doing it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He placed the papers on the coffee table and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clas
The morning had arrived with a sense of urgency, and the office felt colder than usual. Nathan and I had just arrived, and the moment we stepped inside, I felt the weight of what was to come. There was a tension in the air that was hard to ignore, everyone seemed to sense that something big was on the horizon.I made my way straight to Rose’s desk, my heels clicking against the polished floor with each step. Rose looked up as I approached, her eyes sharp and focused, as if she had been expecting me.“Mel,” she greeted me, her voice calm but with an undertone of alertness. She was always on top of things, and I knew that she’d have something important to share.“Rose, I need to know everything. Have you heard anything about Steve and Jesse’s meetings with Alex?” I asked, my tone low but urgent. I couldn’t afford to waste time. Every second counted.Rose nodded, glancing around the office before leaning in slightly, lowering her voice as she spoke. “I overheard them, Mel. Steve and Jess
Even as Nathan drove, I could see the tension on his face. It was one of the rare moments I have seen him in this expression. His usually calm and controlled demeanour had cracked, revealing a side of him I hadn’t seen before, a rare glimpse of uncertainty.His hands, typically steady on the wheel, were tight now, his fingers gripping it almost as if it were the only thing holding him together. The silence between us was thick with unspoken thoughts, and I could feel my pulse quicken as I tried to process the situation. Something was off. Something more than just Alex’s arrival, something deeper was gnawing at Nathan’s nerves.Just as the silence became too much to bear, his phone rang. I watched as his eyes flicked down to the screen before he answered with a single word, his voice unexpectedly clipped.“Chappo.”I leaned back in my seat, instinctively quieting myself as I realized the weight of the conversation that was about to take place. Don Chappo was no stranger to Nathan’s bus
As Nathan and I settled into the car, the hum of the engine barely audible over the quiet tension that hung between us, my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced at the screen. Ali. My stomach tightened as I answered.“What is it now, Ali?” I asked sharply, not bothering to hide my annoyance.His voice was unsteady, almost hesitant. “I just thought you should know... Alex Sommer is in town. He’s been asking questions. Serious questions.”I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped me. “We already know, Ali. You’re not exactly delivering groundbreaking news here.”There was a pause on the other end, and I could hear him exhale deeply. “Look, I know I screwed up earlier, but this is serious. You need to meet with me. There’s more to this than you realize.”Before I could respond, he hung up, leaving me staring at the phone in frustration. I turned to Nathan, who was sitting next to me with his arms crossed, watching me closely. His expression was unreadable, but his sharp eyes told me he had bee
The car glided through the quiet city streets, the hum of the engine filling the silence between us. I stole a glance at Nathan, his jaw set tight, his fingers gripping the steering wheel with an intensity that told me he was deep in thought.I have rarely seen him this way. He was more concerned with his thoughts than with the beautiful lady sitting next to him. I know his brain is running through every option but I also know this must be about what Rose had told him.“Nathan,” I began cautiously, breaking the silence. “What did Rose say?”His eyes stayed on the road, his lips pressed into a thin line as though he were debating whether to tell me. Finally, he sighed, his grip on the wheel loosening slightly.“She came to warn me,” he said, his voice measured. “Alex Sommer is in town.”The name hung in the air like an uninvited ghost, chilling the space between us. I frowned, searching my memory. “Alex Sommer... your friend from years ago? The one you’ve mentioned a few times?”“Frien
The hotel was bustling, a hive of luxury and importance, but all I cared about was the man waiting for me inside. When I knocked on the door, Nathan himself opened it. His shirt sleeves rolled up, and his tie slightly loosened, evidence of a long day.“You’re here,” he said, his voice warm but laced with the weariness of his meetings. He stepped aside, motioning for me to enter.As I walked in, the faint scent of his cologne filled the air, grounding me after the chaos of my day. The suite was immaculate, a blend of modern design and subtle luxury. A small conference table at the corner of the room held scattered files and a half-empty glass of what looked like scotch. He must have just wrapped up his meeting.“I thought I would have met you at the lounge,” I said.“Nope, finished the meeting my dear,” Nathan replied.“Sit down,” he said, gesturing to the plush armchair near the window. “You look like you’ve had a long day yourself.”I didn’t sit. Instead, I folded my arms and got str
As I stepped out of the café, the late afternoon sun momentarily blinded me. I adjusted my eyes and moved to the sidewalk, but I froze when I saw Carlos leaning against a sleek black SUV with his men flanking him. His presence was as commanding as ever, and though his face held a faint smile, his eyes carried a weight that set me on edge.“Mel,” he said, straightening up and taking a cautious step forward. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. But since you’re here, I guess fate gave me an opportunity I didn’t have before.”I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. “What do you want, Carlos?” My tone was sharp, with no room for pleasantries.He sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly. “I wanted to apologize,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “For everything that happened. I never got the chance to say it properly. I know I hurt you, Mel.”I stared at him, waiting for the rest of his speech. Carlos wasn’t the kind of man to show vulnerability unless he wanted something.“And?” I
The moment Katrina walked out of the café, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts, but that reprieve didn’t last long. No sooner had I taken a sip of my coffee than I spotted Steven striding into the café, his eyes locked onto me with unsettling intensity.“Mel,” he called out as he approached my table. His voice carried a mix of sarcasm and disdain, enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.I sighed, setting my cup down. “Steven, what are you doing here?”“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, sliding into the chair across from me without waiting for an invitation. His gaze flickered toward the door where Katrina had exited moments earlier. “Funny seeing you here with Katrina.”I tensed, immediately on edge. “Were you following me?”Steven gave me a silly smile, leaning back in his chair with a casualness that belied his intrusive behaviour. “Call it what you want. I like to keep an eye on things, especially when it co