Novels by Prettyz

The next morning was not as peaceful as it was for Donald. Nathan woke up first, hair tousled and memory hazy. He wanted to get out of bed but noticed that he was naked."No!" He shook his head as he looked at the clothes then Donald who had his naked bum peeking out from the duvet.He slipped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He stood before the mirror, running his hands over the red marks on his neck.It'd happened again, but this time he couldn't understand the feeling in his chest. He was supposed to be angry, supposed to rush out and drag Donald by his hair but he didn't.You consented to it, A tiny voice said to him. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you kissed him first.God damnit! He ran his fingers through his hair. It was all his fault, he should never have touched the alcohol. He shouldn't have warmed up or let his guard down near Donald.Nathan knew wallowing in his misery wouldn't change the fact that deed had been done. All

Donald was taken aback by Nathan's demand. He looked at Nathan who was smiling sheepishly, a glaring sign that he was tipsy.“You’re drunk,” Donald muttered, voice rough as he sat up straight, pushing Nathan away. “I don’t want you doing something stupid you’ll regret tomorrow.”"What makes you think I will?" He asked, placing his arm on Donald's exposed thigh, running his finger up and down which messed with Donald's head."Nathan," he grabbed hold of his arm, putting it aside. "Last time, you didn't like it. When we're both sober—Nathan didn’t bother answering. He leaned forward, grabbed the front of Donald’s shirt, and yanked him down into a kiss, pushing back whatever complaints he had.It wasn’t soft nor was it careful Nathan’s mouth crashed against his, tongue pushing past the barrier of Donald’s lips with needy insistence. For a heartbeat, Donald froze in shock but he quickly recovered when the taste of whiskey and hunger hit him, and he lost the battle.A groan rumbled in h

Dinner was served in the open courtyard of the hotel, torches flickering against the night breeze. Guests laughed, music played in the background, and waiters moved gracefully between tables.Donald sat back in his chair, a plate of traditional food before him. He picked up a piece and winced as soon as the spices hit his tongue. “Too much,” he muttered, coughing slightly.Nathan chuckled from across the table. “Can’t handle a little heat, boss?” he scooped a spoonful and ate it.Donald shot him a look but said nothing, reaching for his water. Nathan noticed his hesitation and, without thinking, slid his own glass toward him. “Here, you can drink mine.”Their fingers brushed briefly as Donald accepted it, and for a moment Nathan found himself staring at Donald. The way his eyes watered due to the pepper, the way he quickly gulped down the water. Nathan swallowed, realizing with a start that he was staring too long.Donald, on his part, noticed it too. His chest gave an odd flutter he

Donald kept praying all the way for someone or something to cause a distraction because he didn't want to get a tattoo and saying no to Nathan could make him unhappy.“Mr. Donald!”Donald turned. It was the woman from earlier, the one who had managed to get his number. She glided over with a bright smile, dressed in a breezy sundress that matched the island vibe.“If I had known you’d be staying here at the Ocean Vibes,” she said warmly, “I would have made preparations for you. It’s such a pleasant surprise to see you.”Donald smiled politely, adjusting his cuff. “Well, I like to keep my travels discreet.” he replied. "I didn't know you worked here.""Well, I really love the Island and I had a business meeting that was why I was in your city that day." She explained.Beside him, Nathan’s shoulders stiffened. He didn’t say a word, but the way he shifted his stance closer to Donald, the way his eyes swept the woman quickly before returning to the surroundings, was enough. It was subtle,

Donald, after staying a while at the bar returned to the suite late in the night, exhausted from meetings and phone calls. He pushed the door open and was surprised at the sight before him. Nathan wasn’t on the bed but had squeezed himself into the armchair, long legs folded awkwardly, his body pressed against the cushions like he was forcing himself to fit there.Donald frowned. “Why are you sleeping there?” Nathan cracked one eye open, his voice dry and mocking. “Didn’t want to anger the boss. The bed is big enough for a king, but I figured you wouldn’t want your lowly bodyguard getting too close.”Donald’s brow tightened. He knew where the anger was coming from. “Is this because of how I spoke to you earlier?” Nathan sat up a little straighter. “No, sir. You’re my boss. Who am I to pick offence when you talk to me anyhow?” His tone was flat, but Nathan could see that he was upset. Even though he tried to hide it, it was very evident on his face."Stop behaving like a kid," Donal

Donald’s private jet gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Nathan walked behind him, his expression caught somewhere between awe and nerves. He had never stepped foot on a plane before, let alone one as sleek and beautiful as this.Men, in similar tuxedos as his were in front of the place, and they walked in first, taking their places without a word. Donald gave Nathan a quick look over his shoulder. “You’re not hesitating, are you?”Nathan snorted, though his grip around his suitcase tightened. "The plane is just so big, and I've never flown in one so...."Donald’s brow arched. “Never?”“Not unless you count the plane shaped rollercoaster,” Nathan muttered.His revelation made Donald chuckle lightly, though he didn’t comment. He climbed aboard, and Nathan followed, swallowing the lump in his throat. Nathan tried to act unimpressed, but the moment the engines roared to life and the buildings beneath them became smaller, Nathan gripped the arm of his seat tightly.Donald glanced at hi