All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forbidden Want: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I huffed out a breath as I slowed down the car as soon as I had almost arrived in front of the apartment where I lived in, before finally slowing completely down when I arrived at the entrance of the big gate. I hit the horn button a few times before the gates started to slide open automatically, it just needed to be controlled by a single button and all the gateman had to do was to confirm who it was before sliding the gates open. I drove into the compound and headed straight into the garage corner where I finally pulled the car over and switched off the ignitor before pulling the key away from the key hole. I reached into the car consule and fished out my phone before shoving it carefully into my pocket.I leaned towards the passenger seat and retrieved the whole stuffs which I had gotten from the small supermarket beside the gas station, a couple of hours ago, right before I stepped out of the car and pushed the door shut, and then I tapped on a button on the car which wou

Nate’s POV I stared blankly at the television as the images in it did their thing with smiles on their faces while I was here, trying hard not to give in the the urge to break down, that had been boiling in my chest since the very start of the day– and that urge had unfortunately only increased, after what had happened in my father’s conference room, which had led me into storming out before I could even blink. I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out slowly, throwing my head back so it was resting on the back of the couch and humming a song beneath my breath, in order to calm my emotions down and dilute that urge to break down.Because? I know myself very well, and I know the fact that if I was to ever end up breaking down today and letting all my overwhelmed emotions get the best of me, that it was going to end up being a disaster, because for one, I had ulcers which means I couldn’t cry on an empty stomach, seeing as our crying muscles and retching muscles are connected

Nate’s POV I drained the water from the cooked spaghetti while Avery sliced onion on the other end of the counter. I poured the drained water into the sink and opened the tap water, so the cold water can mix with the hot spaghetti water as it all slides down the drain. I poured the spaghetti back into the pot and covered it, before placing it back on the stove and putting it on a really low steam.The pot for the sauce was already placed on the other face of the cooker, it was a four faced cooker and a lot of things can be prepared on it at once, I poured some oil into the pot once it had completely dried up, and it started to sizzle immediately, making a low popping echoed around the kitchen. I squeezed my eyes shut when the scent from the onions which Avery was still slicing, started to penetrate into my eyes, causing it to sting a little.Avery walked towards the pot of oil with the slicked onions, and I took a couple of steps back in order to make the scent not get int

Nate’s POV “She’s so damn beautiful, I mean, super beautiful.” He continued to speak and I watched as a dreamy expression took over his face at that moment, which made me sticker at him a little, and he gave me the finger in return, without missing a beat. “Should I even be talking to you about this? After all that’s happening with you and whoever his name is, since you’ve refused to share his name with me again.” Avery mused out and I turned my head around to stare at him pointedly, with my eyes narrowed at him.“What do you mean by ‘should you even be talking to me about this?” I demanded with a small scowl as I pushed myself off the couch backrest until I was sitting upright, before I continued. “I shouldn’t hinder you from talking about your lovelife, especially when it makes you obviously happy. It’s not like I’m heartbroken, and that the idea of knowing my best friend in love is going to hurt me… because that’s not how it works. I’m not heartbroken, and heck? Even if I

Nate’s POV It’s been a few days since I went to my dad’s company, it’s been three days since I last saw my best friend, after he came over here to spend the night with me, it’s been three days since I left the house… I felt almost depressed.It felt like I was slowly sinking into a deep hole of sadness, depression and over-thinking, making me feel more sadder, less motivated to do a damn thing or even bother leaving the house to get a damn thing done. I had some things to do at the office, some files to sort out and other stuff, but then, that would have to be put on wait because I was avoiding my dad’s company as well.I haven’t bothered to pick up my father’s call since the day when I had walked out of the conference room, as soon as the woman who I was supposed to get married to, arrived along with her father and brother.I knew he was undoubtedly going to be even more disappointed in me, he’d probably feel the most disappointment in me than he had ever felt for me before. M