All Chapters of Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DORIAN“How was the interview?” Ronan asked, drying a glass behind the bar. “You look like hell, but I’m hoping for good news.”I sat in front of the bar, rolling my eyes while dropping both my curriculum vitae and my phone onto the tiny slab.“How do you think it went?” I muttered, dropping into the stool like dead weight. “Martini. Double.” “Gin or vodka?” Ronan calmly asked, careful not to probe into the interview or my joblessness—and I couldn’t have been more grateful.“Gin.” He nodded and began mixing the shots while I pressed my nails into my skin, hoping the sting could match what I felt inside.All the savings I had left was what I used to get my mother's drugs earlier this morning. Again, I had gone in search of a job but… nothing as usual. Walking in the heat, being dismissed, or how the receptionist looked at my resume like it was trash.Today makes it exactly five months since I had been marking tallies on a calendar or opening a folder filled with rejection emails.Fiv

DORIANAnd I got the damn job! It felt surreal—like I was standing outside myself watching it happen. But I got it.Ronan had tried everything short of dragging me by the collar to the bar he worked at to celebrate last night, but I declined.Partly because I was still mourning my mother, and partly because I knew how close I had come to blowing the interview. I might have gotten lucky once, but showing up late on my first day at work? That would’ve been the death knell. A level of recklessness even I couldn’t afford.“I see you're trying to break the habit of lateness, Mr. Keene,” the receptionist noted dryly, her voice dripping with condescension. This time, I didn’t look away. I let my eyes land on her badge, burning her name into memory.Deborah.“Trying and succeeding,” I said smoothly. “Besides, you can't call it a habit if it happened once.”She blinked, clearly not expecting the comeback. Her lips tightened, but she swallowed the rest of whatever sarcasm was about to tumble

CASPIAN “Dorian.” I called aloud, tapping my hands on his back but there was no response yet. “Is someone not still calling 919?” I shouted, my fingers trembling out of control. When there was no response yet and I realized that it seemed more like Dorian wasn't breathing, I pulled him to rest his back on the chair. His mouth was open slightly ajar. My heart pounded hard against my chest before I scooped him in my arms, tightly to my chest. With him in my arms, I darted out of his office room and made my way towards the elevator. As the elevator took us to the down floor, I shook him repeatedly to see if he would wake up but he seemed pretty much lifeless. I literally thought it was a prank earlier or he was slacking off on his first day of work. But rethinking and seeing the condition he was in, it made me realise that he had struggled to pick up the drug’s bottle. And what were those pills for? As the elevator's door opened, I rushed out. Deborah, who was seated and typing a

DORIANI woke up to that same sterile, suffocating scent of antiseptic. The lights were too bright. The sheets were too stiff. The cold wrapped around me like shame.I sat up slowly, my gaze catching the blind slats casting stripes on the wall. I was in the hospital again.My memory returned like a slow bleed.Back at the office, I was racing against time—desperate to finish everything Caspian had loaded on my desk.The deadline was impossible, but I didn’t dare complain. As my head pounded and my vision blurred, I continued. The water cooler was just steps away. Still, I never left my chair.And what I feared the most came. My usual seizures. I remember fumbling with the pill bottle, my fingers trembling too much to grip it. The cap refused to twist open. The bottle slipped.The white pills scattered like guilt across the floor and table… Then everything went dark.I wasn’t always like this.Once, I was the golden boy. People clung to my every word. My name was the ticket to popul

As Xavier parked the car in the large compound that housed Caspian Vale’s mansion, Caspian emerged from the car, his fingers curled into fists. His eyes glowed—Cold and unwelcoming. He pushed the door to his mansion open but the mansion was quiet—too quiet for a man with a storm inside him. But Caspian didn't wait. He stormed in, tossed his jacket on the floor like it disgusted him, and made his way straight up the stairs. His body was burning as he climbed the stairs in haste. As he pushed his room's door open, he was already pulling off his tie. Quickly, he took off his clothes and made his way to the bathroom, his balls dancing to the tunes of his cock that swayed left and right. His veins were still pulsing with the heat of the hospital scene—Ronan’s fucking arms wrapped around Dorian like he belonged there. He turned the knob in the shower to ice cold and stepped under it completely naked. The chill bit into his skin, but it wasn’t enough. The water hit him like punishment