All Chapters of All I want is you: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Oh my gosh!” I was running late, and I knew that Pachi would be angry with me. I was already angry with myself because of what I wore under my coat and that I had to clean up my father who came in drunk again.I rushed into the grand hall of the Star Rise Hotel, catching my breath. Everywhere and everyone seemed busy. My heart sank as I noticed Pachi, my boss, who owns Café De Royal where I work. Pachi had recruited me to be an usher at this event.He waved me down with anxiety written all over his face. I thought the job would be a simple gig; greet guests, hand out programs, and smile, but as I approached him, I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.“Mel, thank goodness you’re here,” Pachi said, he was very relieved to see me. “Listen, we’ve got a situation. The second caterer is absent. I know you’re supposed to be ushering, but could you help out in the kitchen? I’ll double your pay.”Double pay? The sound of more money always makes sense to me. With my tuition l

I stood there, still trying to make sense of everything. He walked over to the corner of the room and pressed a button on a sleek control panel immediately the room was filled with a soft, sensual melody.He turned, his eyes locking onto mine, and pulled out a chair and placed it in the center of the room, facing me. The faint light cast shadows that danced across his chiseled features, making him look even more dangerous and enticing."Come here," he said, as he sat on the chair.I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, unable to move or speak. It felt like I was caught up in a dream, and Nathan was the dream’s master.He leaned back in the chair, his gaze never leaving mine. "I’ll ask you again," he said, his voice a smooth command. "Strip for me."My breathing became difficult. My mind was waving to and fro, trying to process the audacity of his request, the magnetic pull I felt towards him, and the conflict tearing at my insides. I stared at him, dazed and uncertain.I opene

As I stood there, shocked and embarrassed, the woman’s voice cut through the room like a knife. "This is an office," she snapped, her eyes narrowing as she stared at me with the utmost disgust. "I suggest you stop slutting around with my husband."Husband? My heart sank. Nathan never once mentioned he was married. I was mortified, and the shame washed over me in waves. He looked at me with pity, I couldn’t look back, not to him and not to anyone as my gaze was on the floor.I wanted to escape from the scene and disappear, but Nathan’s grip tightened on my arm before I could move. He stepped forward, his voice dangerously calm but filled with authority."I am not your husband, and you will treat my guest with the respect she deserves," Nathan said, each word cutting through the tension like thunder. His gaze was locked on her, firm and powerful. “If you can’t manage that, I will personally have you thrown out of this building.”The woman looked taken aback, her confidence wavered under

Pachi’s face turned pale as Nathan’s words hung in the air. His usual swagger seemed to evaporate, leaving him fumbling for a response. "N-Nathan," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "Our business - - of course, but - - uh... I didn’t expect you’d come here. I mean, this is… just a small café…" Nathan raised an eyebrow, his cool demeanour unchanged. "I go where I want, Pachi." His voice was smooth, and authoritative, as though he wasn’t just talking about the café, but about life itself. "Now, let’s not make this complicated." He gestured toward me, his hand light but commanding on the small of my back, and began guiding me to the VIP section of the café. I followed, a bit dazed, while Pachi stood there, rooted to the spot, still trying to gather himsel

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