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
Nathan and I stepped into the sleek, high-rise office building of Cains Corporation, and the tension between us was evident. My heart pounded with a mix of dread and determination, while Nathan’s jaw was set in a hard line, his usual confidence tempered by the storm we were walking into. The elevator ride to the boardroom felt interminable, the silence between us punctuated only by the soft hum of the machinery.When we entered the room, the atmosphere was as icy as the air conditioning. Steve and Uncle Jesse, seated at the large conference table, looked up in unison. Their expressions shifted from surprise to defiance. Alex Sommer stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back turned to us, gazing out over the city. He turned slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face as he took us in.“Well, well,” Alex drawled, his voice oozing mockery. “If it isn’t Nathan Cain and his... entourage. What a pleasant surprise.”Nathan’s lips tightened, but he ignored Alex’s taunt. “What’s going on
Nathan arrived the next morning, his face a mask of frustration and concern. He didn’t wait for me to invite him in; instead, he stepped into the room with an urgency that instantly unsettled me. I had been expecting him after our tense phone call, but the weight of his expression told me this wasn’t going to be a simple conversation. I gestured toward the couch, and we sat down in silence for a moment. Hoping that he would ask me about my meeting with Carlos because I had a lot running through my mind. The situation we have found ourselves in was because I chose to love him.He ran his hand through his hair, clearly grappling with how to begin. Finally, he exhaled deeply and broke the quiet.“Katrina’s not backing down,” he said, his voice low but resolute. “She’s made it clear that she’s going to push forward with this lawsuit. She’s demanding 50% of my worth, and she’s threatening to implicate you further. Mel, this isn’t just about me anymore, it’s about you too.”I felt a lump f
The air in the café shifted the moment Carlos walked in, his presence as commanding as it was unsettling. He strolled over to my table with an air of self-assured arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips. It was clear from the way he carried himself that he felt in control, and the glint in his eyes told me he was ready for a confrontation.“Well, well, well,” Carlos said, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from me without waiting for an invitation. “I got your little... plea bargain. That’s why I’m here.”I frowned, confused by his words. “Plea bargain? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carlos.”His smirk widened. “Oh, come on, Mel. Let’s not play games. Pachi told me you wanted to talk, to negotiate, to plead for a truce. Isn’t that what this is?”I shook my head firmly. “No, Carlos. I’m not here to bargain or plead. I’m here to talk some sense into you, to figure out why you’re doing all of this.”Carlos leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why?
When I arrived at Café de Royal, the sun was settling down. Its warm golden glow filtered through the windows, casting soft shadows across the tables. My heart raced as I stepped inside, half hoping and half dreading the encounter I had orchestrated. The plan was simple: meet Carlos, try to reason with him, and perhaps take one step closer to untangling the mess that had become my life. But fate had other plans. Instead of Carlos, I found Lisa seated at a corner table, scrolling through her phone with a focused expression.The sight of her made my stomach twist with unease. I had hoped to avoid her tonight, at least until I spoke with Carlos, but now that hope was gone. Taking a deep breath, I approached her table. She looked up at the sound of my footsteps, her eyebrows raising in mild surprise.“Lisa,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”“Mel,” she replied, her voice cool but not outright hostile. “What brings you here tonight?”I hesitated, unsure of
The phone felt heavy in my hand as I paced back and forth in the dim light of my father’s living room. The weight of Don Chappo’s call was still pressing down on me like a stone on my chest. With a deep breath, I pressed Nathan’s number, my fingers trembling as I waited for him to pick up.“Mel?” Nathan’s voice came through, low and calm, yet there was an edge of exhaustion in his tone.“Nathan,” I started, my voice faltering for a moment. “I just got off the phone with Don Chappo.”There was a pause on the line before Nathan responded. “What did he say?”I sighed, gripping the phone tightly. “It wasn’t what he said as much as how he said it. Nathan, he’s not happy. He knows about everything, Carlos, the warehouse, Alex Sommer. He’s worried that this mess is spiralling out of control.”Nathan let out a long, measured breath. I could hear the tension behind it, the way he was trying to keep himself calm. “And what did he want from you?”“To fix it,” I replied, my voice cracking slightl
After my conversation with Nathan, my instincts pushed me toward Lisa. If there was any chance to stop this madness before it spiralled even further out of control, I needed to address the situation head-on. Lisa had to understand the gravity of her actions and the potential consequences they were inviting. Yet, with the police on my trail, meeting her in person was risky. Still, I couldn’t let that stop me.We arranged to meet at a small, out-of-the-way café, one of those places that managed to stay under the radar. I arrived early, scanning the room nervously, hoping no one had followed me. Lisa walked in shortly after, her usual confident stride somewhat subdued as she spotted me. She gave a hesitant smile, clearly uncertain about the tone of the meeting.“Hey, Mel,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me. “You sounded... urgent on the phone. What’s going on?”I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Lisa, I’ll get straight to the point. This thing with Steve, it has to stop.”Her
It was a quiet evening when my phone buzzed, breaking the stillness of the room. I glanced at the screen, seeing Pachi's name flash across it. My heart sank slightly; calls from Pachi rarely carried good news, especially in the tangled web of complications we’d found ourselves in lately. I hesitated for a moment before answering, bracing myself for whatever storm was about to hit.“Pachi,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What’s going on?”“Mel,” he began, his voice tinged with urgency and anger. “I don’t even know how to start this, but you need to hear it straight. Carlos, he’s gone too far this time.”A cold shiver ran down my spine. Carlos had always been unpredictable, his temper as volatile as a storm at sea, but there was something in Pachi's tone that told me this wasn’t just another one of Carlos’s outbursts.“What did he do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Pachi let out a long sigh, as though he was gathering the strength to deliver the news. “He saw Steve
I pushed back from his hold and sat down. Nathan stood there, his arms folded across his chest, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. I got up and took a hesitant step closer, searching his eyes for a change of emotion, of vulnerability, anything to bridge the growing tension between us. I tilted my head up and leaned in, intending to kiss him, to remind him of what we had. But before our lips could meet, he turned his head away, leaving me hanging in an awkward limbo.The rejection hit me like a slap. I took a step back, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger. “What’s going on with you, Nathan?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Why are you pulling away from me?”He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off a headache. “Mel, it’s not you. It’s... complicated.”“Complicated?” I repeated, incredulous. “What’s complicated about this? About us? You say you care about me, but you won’t even let me get close to you anymore. Who am I to you, N
Nathan arrived at my father’s house just after sunset, his presence commanding even in the dimly lit surroundings. I had been pacing the living room, a swirl of emotions gripping me, confusion, frustration, and a growing sense of unease. When he walked in, he gave me a soft smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.“You said it was urgent,” he said, shrugging off his coat and laying it across the back of the couch. “What’s going on?”I motioned for him to sit, but he remained standing, his posture rigid. I decided to get straight to the point. “I spoke to Alex today.”That got his attention. His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened. “Alex?”“Yes,” I confirmed, crossing my arms. “He told me a lot of things, Nathan. About you, about him, about Katrina.”Nathan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What did he say this time?”I stepped closer, my voice steady but tinged with urgency. “He said you betrayed him. That you pushed him out of the business and took his shares, he said that’s