All Chapters of Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As Dorian and Ronan arrived home, the latter went straight into the kitchen, leaving Dorian alone in the living room to work. When Ronan was done preparing the food, he served and brought them to the living room where they both ate chatting about other stuff. Let's say Manly Talks. By the time Dorian resumed back to work, he was dozing off already but he continued working while he yawned. On the other hand, Ronan was in the kitchen washing the dishes and cleaning up the whole place as he had always followed the saying ‘Cleanliness is next to Godliness.’After some time, Dorian brought out his pulls and used it. A while later… The night had swallowed Dorian before he even knew it. His body gave up, slumping onto the couch with the tablet still glowing faintly beside him.~~~~~The sun rays filtered into the room, making Dorian stir from sleep. When he remembered what he was doing before he slept, his eyes flipped open. His heart stopped beating immediately until he was greeted by the

“You were almost late again, Mr. Keene. And unless I’m hallucinating, I haven’t seen your submitted work you claimed you have finished.” Caspian’s voice sliced through the tension in the office as he sat in his chair. Dorian, panting from his exhaustion, didn’t flinch. He simply shoved the tablet into Caspian’s hand without looking up.“It’s done. And not just done. It's perfect. I’m looking forward to new assignments.”Without waiting for a reaction, he walked straight toward the door. His spine was stiff, his pace measured—but his heart was thundering.Caspian sat frozen.His jaw tightened. His fingers curled around the tablet like it was a neck he wanted to snap.The audacity.The nerve.The confidence.And yet—he said nothing. With a cold breath, every cell in his body buzzed with restrained rage. He flung the tablet onto his desk with a dull thud, his eyes burning holes into the air.He had to punish him somehow and somewhere.But where?~~~~~Dorian, on the other hand, was sim

CASPIAN I remembered high school.I remembered the sharp sting of chlorine in my nose, the faint scent of mold growing between locker room tiles no one bothered to clean properly. The flickering fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in a sickly pale blue glow. The walls were cold and damp. And the laughter—God, that laughter—echoed off them like knives.I hadn’t meant to be there that long. I had just finished swimming class late. It took longer drying off. I always waited until the others were gone, or at least distracted.But that day… I wasn’t lucky.They came in a pack and they were loud and reeking of Axe spray and insecurity. I kept my head down, focused on lacing my shoes hoping I would disappear into the damp shadows.And then—him.Dorian’s friend. I can’t even remember his name now. Just his sneer. His too-wide grin. The gleam in his eye like he was hunting something small.He said something cruel. Something sharp and jagged that I won’t repeat. A slur. Som

DORIAN As I left the company, I couldn’t bring myself to go to church—or the bar, or anywhere remotely useful.Ronan’s house. That’s where I drifted to. I don't have anywhere to stay, so yeah… I'm stuck with him. Today’s his off-day, or maybe it isn’t—I don’t even know anymore. He told me something earlier this morning, but the memory is tangled up in my brain fog again.Maybe it’s the seizures. However, I forgot to take my meds this morning again. And now, my thoughts are unraveling like thread from a cheap shirt.The cab pulled up in front of Ronan’s place.Thank God I still remembered this. If not, I would have been dropped far off my destination and end up getting stranded. After I exited the car, I stared out the house a second too long until the driver called me back to reality.“Hey, man. You haven’t paid me.” His voice dragged me from the fog.“Oh shit. Sorry. My mind’s been everywhere lately,” I muttered, digging my fingers into my pocket and handing him a crumpled note.H

CASPIANI slammed the door behind me harder than necessary, the echo of it rattling through the small hall like my own boiling thoughts. The air in my mansion felt too still and quiet. And that silence only amplified the chaos inside me.Fucking Dorian.The elevator ride had been the longest three minutes of my life. His cologne still lingered in the back of my mind—soft citrus with something woodsy beneath. He had stood too close, looking like sin dipped in honey. Smiling like he knew things. Giving me those soft, teasing glances like I was his dirty little secret.And God help me—I wanted to be at that moment. I didn't even know how I turned myself into a bitch. Like, I fucking had my eyes fixed on him, stealing the same glances he had on me. Perhaps, I started first and he reciprocated. I tossed my briefcase on the marble console, tugged at my tie as if it were the very thing choking me. I could still see the way his lips parted when he stammered. The glint in his eyes when he tr