All Chapters of The Billionaire's First Glance: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Nathan’s POVI was standing next to Amelie when she dropped. Luckily, I saw it happen out of the corner of my eye and reached over to grab her before she hit the cement. She just went limp.“Amelie, kitten?” I yelled. “Amelie.”I dropped to the ground and cradled her head in my lap. Detective Anton rushed over to us. He grabbed Amelie’s hand and took her pulse on her wrist.“Pulse is still strong; she must have fainted,” Detective Anton advised.“I’ll go get a cold compress,” said the lady who I can only assume was Eliza’s teacher. She ran towards the school.I knew the stress of everything had been getting to Amelie a bit, but I obviously underestimated how much. I’m going to get her to see a doctor for a check-up.“Amelie,” I whispered. “Wake up, kitten.”Eliza’s teacher came running back. “Here, Dr. Michaels, this should help revive her,” she said, handing me a cold compress. “I’m Sarah McDougall, by the way, Eliza’s teacher.”“Thank you, Sarah,” I said, reaching for the compress.

Nathan’s POV“I’m sorry, Salvatore,” I said as I made my way to the den. “I don’t want Amelie to hear our conversation.”“Understandable,” Salvatore replied. “We found him.”“That didn’t take long,” I praised. “Especially since all we had was a grainy video still.”“My team is very… experienced, aggressive,” Salvatore paused and said the words precisely.“So, what’s the scoop?” I asked.“Evander Frank, 36 years old, part of the elite hire to hit group known as the delivery men,” Salvatore explained. “A true professional at getting rid of the unwanted. Well, at least if somebody doesn’t want you. A hit man.”“A hit man? Someone paid to have Amelie snuffed?” I said, sitting down at my desk in disbelief.“Do you want me to bring him in and put the squeeze on him?” Salvatore asked.“Observe him for now. I have bigger problems right now,” I said with a huff.“What’s wrong?” Salvatore questioned.I explained the whole package delivery situation with Amelie.“That is all kinds of fucked up,”

Amelie’s POVNathan picked me up and carried me out of the den.“Where are we going?” I asked, puzzled.“You’ll see,” he smirked and started down the hallway. The media room? Nope. Games room? Nope. The exercise room… yes. He opened the door, and I gasped.“Nathan,” I said, looking around.The lights were turned down, and colourful lights bounced patterns all over the room in sync with the music playing. Oh, the music playing was sexy and dirty. The only way I can describe it was ‘fuck me’ music. In the open area of the exercise room, Nathan had set up a ton of pillows with lush, fuzzy blankets. It was the perfect nest.Nathan set me down on the floor and walked over to the chair, positioned in the middle of the room.He eyed up the pole. “Dance for me, kitten,” he breathed.“You don’t have to ask me twice, Nate,” I said, slinking over to the pole.I started spinning around the pole and realized the chemise I was wearing was going to be a problem. I let the shoulder straps fall and sh

Nathan’s POVAmelie showed up at the office with Dylan in tow. I met her out in front of my office, next to Samira’s desk. She looked frazzled. I would, too, if I had a guy who tried to sexually assault me, basically stalking me. I hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.“Are you doing ok?” I asked.“As good as can be expected, I guess,” she replied.“Amelie,” Samira said to her as she approached. Samira took her in a gentle hug.“Thanks, Samira,” I needed that, Amelie said.“You don’t have to thank me,” Samira replied, standing there holding Amelie’s hands. “They will get him, and when they do, I will personally cut his balls off. I knew I didn’t like him when he came in for the interview.”Amelie laughed, “I didn’t like him either. He was so creepy from the start.”I ushered her into my office, and she placed the envelope on my desk. We both stared at it.“Do you want to open it?” I asked her.“Sure,” Amelie said, fumbling with the envelope. Inside was a folded piece of paper.ASK

Nathan’s POVI parked my car and headed up to Tiff’s apartment. I found Dylan sitting outside Tiff’s door and chuckled to myself. At least he was dedicated to his job.“Dr. Michaels,” Dylan said, looking up from his phone. He stood up as a sign of respect.“Thank you for today, Dylan,” I advised. “You’re free to go.”“It’s no problem, Dr. Michaels,” he advised and walked towards the elevators.I always liked Dylan; he had worked his way up from the mail department to high up in the security department at Michaels Investment Group. I knew he was the one to protect Amelie; I think he would literally take a bullet for her. Let's hope it never comes to that.I knocked gently on the door.Tiff barely cracked the door when she answered it. She looked behind herself and stepped out into the hallway.“You need to answer one thing truthful before you get to come in,” Tiff stated, crossing her arms, “and keep in mind I have the ability to take you down. Triple black belt, remember?”I smirked a