All Chapters of Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CASPIAN’s POV When we finally pulled apart, he smirked, “Go get dressed, Mr. Vale. You’re about to be late for your first official date.”I smiled, shaking my head. “Yes, sir.”Behind me, he laughed, and it was the best sound in the world.“Why do I look like I just wrestled the shower and lost?” he grumbled, ruffling his hair.I laughed from the closet, buttoning up my shirt. “Because you did. The shower won.”He turned, pretending to glare at me, then snorted. “You think you’re funny, huh?”“Sometimes,” I said. “Mostly when you’re the audience.”That earned me a half-smile. The kind that made his dimple flash and my chest tighten. I walked over to him, smoothing the damp strands of his hair back into place. His eyes followed my hands, the quiet hum of tension between us louder than any words.“Better?” I asked.He hummed, his gaze dropping to my chest. “You missed a button.”I glanced down. “Where?”He didn’t answer. He just reached up and fixed it himself, his fingers brushing the

CASPIAN’s POVA waiter came by to refill our glasses, breaking the spell for a moment. When he left, Dorian leaned forward again, his elbows on the table as his chin resting on his hand.“You know,” he said, smiling slightly, “for someone who claims to be serious, you’re actually a big softie.”I raised an eyebrow. “Softie?”He nodded, grinning. “Yeah. You hide behind your fancy suits and calm voice, but I see it. You’re all mush inside.”I laughed quietly. “That’s classified information.”He tilted his head playfully. “Oh, come on. You don’t scare me.”Since he’s been I’ll, it feels like he is a whole different person. He speaks up freely. The confidence. Maybe, it is one of the reasons I couldn’t stop falling.“I think that’s what scares me,” I said.He blinked. “What?”“How easily you walk into my walls like they were never there.”Dorian blinked again, this time slower. “Maybe because I’m supposed to be inside those walls.”For a second, I forgot how to breathe. His tone wasn’t te

CASPIAN’s POV As I pulled the car to a halt in front of the house, Dorian yawned softly. A smile spread across my lips. “So, the next thing on your agenda is sleep, huh?” “Maybe.” His voice was barely above a whisper. He opened the car door, and I did the same. We met at the front, our hands finding each other naturally as we walked toward the house. Inside the living room, Alexandra appeared with Vinni tucked in her right arm, smiling warmly. “Welcome back.” “Hi, Alexandra,” I greeted, gently slipping my hand from Dorian’s. “I just need some cold water.” They both nodded, and Dorian immediately reached out to carry Vinni from her arms. “You could’ve gone home already,” I heard him say as I stepped into the kitchen. “I couldn’t. Xavier left early, and I couldn’t leave Vinni alone,” Alexandra replied. “True,” Dorian said lightly. “Trust that the night went splendidly?” she teased. “Of course, it did,” Dorian replied, his voice soft and so sweet that I couldn’t stop smiling

CASPIAN’s POVThe first clip rolled. It was grainy but clear enough. The hallway of the hotel. Lavish Heights. The one I had met Victoria for a date to cancel the proposed wedding. It was also the night Xavier almost ended up hitting Dorian with my car.I saw myself with my arm around Dorian, both of us laughing, maybe drunk and stupid. Then I saw myself pulling him close.We kissed.Not a small kiss. A full, deep one. The kind that carried fire and confusion and something real. And it was along… The hallway? I stopped breathing.Then the footage continued. We walked together into a hotel room. The door closed and everything faded.The next clip came up. The same room, maybe an hour later. The door opened and Dorian stumbled out, naked, hurt, confused. Then Victoria appeared behind him, her eyes full of hate. She shoved him away and slammed the door shut.The screen went black.Silence filled the room.I stared at the monitor, my whole body t

VICTORIA’s POV “I. Will. Never. Love. You.” Caspian said each word like a blade. “You’re the most despicable human I’ve ever met. I hate you.” Those words landed where no one else could touch me. For a breath—one thin, sharp breath—color drained out of my face. My jaw loosened. Tears burned hot behind my lids, and for a second I almost let them fall. I wanted to fall to pieces: to sob, to beg, to make him understand. Instead my hands curled into fists at my sides because I had to look like I belonged in this story. I had to look like I owned it. “C-Caspian,” I said, my voice low as I rose to my feet. My hands trembled but I put them where they would not show weakness—smoothing my dress and fixing a stray curl. “Don’t ever call my name again.” He took a step back as if proximity hurt him. “Caspian. Don’t do this. What have I ever done to you?” I closed the distance. “Is it a crime to love someone?” He laughed, a sound with no warmth. “Love? No. Obsession? Yes. You’re obsessed,