All Chapters of All I want is you: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As Nathan drove, the tension from our earlier conversation began to dissipate, replaced by an unexpected sense of anticipation. He had insisted we go somewhere, even though I had protested, feeling exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. The city lights blurred past us, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty about where he was taking me.After a short drive, Nathan finally pulled into a small, partially completed building tucked away on a quiet street. I raised an eyebrow as we parked, turning to him. “Where are we?” I asked, scepticism lacing my voice.“You’ll see,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Trust me.”I sighed but followed him out of the car, curiosity piqued. We entered the building, and I was greeted by the faint scent of incense and the sound of soft music playing in the background. A sense of calm washed over me, but I still felt a flicker of apprehension.As we walked further inside, I spotted a tall figure stretching in a brightly lit

Nathan's eyes narrowed as he looked at Katrina sitting confidently, the keycard held up like a victory flag. I could feel the tension in the room rise, even as he tried to stay calm. "Katrina, what are you doing here?" Nathan asked again. His voice was low but controlled, the calm before a storm. He turned around and started putting on some clothes, his movements deliberate, clearly trying to maintain his composure. Katrina gave him a smug smile, waving the keycard. “Still had the keys, remember?” she said lightly, though her eyes held something sharper. “I came by because I needed to discuss something important.” Nathan’s jaw clenched as he reached for the keycard and snatched it from her hand. “You shouldn’t have these anymore.&rdq

Nathan paced the room, his frustration growing more evident with each passing second. I could see the anger etched on his face, his body and muscles were stiffened with vexation, and the way his jaw tightened every time he looked at Katrina.  I did not want to blame him for his reaction as I was also fed up with Katrina and her antics. Nathan had been patient, more patient than anyone in his position might have been, but it was clear that Katrina had pushed him to the edge. His patience was wearing thin, and her games were only making things worse. He stopped, turning toward me with a look that was both exasperated and accusing. “You asked me to give her a chance,” he said, his voice low but filled with tension. “You said we should hear her out. Well, I’ve done that. But this?” He gestured toward Ka

Nathan stood by the window, hands on his hips, taking a deep breath. His sharp features, usually so composed, showed signs of fatigue. I could tell he was worn out, not just from dealing with Katrina, but from the endless battles he seemed to be fighting from every angle. He turned toward me, his eyes softening as they met mine. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice lower and more gentle now that we were alone. “You need to get dressed. We should go see your father like we planned.” I hesitated for a moment. The emotional rollercoaster of the day had taken its toll on me too, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face another difficult situation. My father had been in a bad state the last time I’d spoken to him, drunk and barely coherent. The idea of seeing him like that, knowing how far

Kyle Stones, pacing like a caged lion, locked eyes with Nathan, his face twisted in fury. He didn’t waste a second before launching his attack on Nathan. It was as if we were expecting it, and I was wondering how Nathan would deal with it.“How dare you show your face here!” Kyle’s voice boomed through the room, filling every corner with his indignation. His eyes were wild, flashing with a mixture of rage and disbelief. “Do you think you can just walk in here? You don’t own New York, Nathan.”Nathan remained calm, his posture relaxed but firm. It was the kind of calm that unnerved people, especially in the midst of a storm like this. His hands were clasped loosely in front of him as he took a slow, deliberate breath. He didn’t rush to speak, didn’t feed into Kyle’s fire.“I didn’t come for you, Kyle,” Nathan said, his voice low and measured, slicing through Kyle’s anger like a cold blade. “Sit down.”I almost laughed seeing the way he looked. It was funny at first. He wanted to respon