All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SMASH BODY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The cinema was filled to the brim when they got there. As soon as they spotted Donald in the crowd, the owner himself came out to welcome him.The faint scent of buttered popcorn and the sharp tang of soda syrup lingered in the air, wrapping around them as they entered the darkened hall. The refreshments were on the house.Donald was already rethinking his decision to be here. He wasn't a fan of crowded spaces which was why he bought out the first row. Nathan, on the other hand, looked almost… relaxed. He looked around as always for threats.They slid into their seats near the center. The theatre wasn’t too crowded like outside. Donald wondered why people weren't much, but when the movie started, he got the answer to his question.The creepy laughter of a clown echoed through the theatre as the lights went off. Donald tugged at his cufflink, trying to look disinterested, but when the opening title flashed across the screen in bold crimson letters, his fingers stilled.A clown’s paint

The next morning passed in tense silence. Donald had woken up early, went for a morning run to clear his head, before returning to have his bath. He stood in front of the mirror, taking one last look at his outfit. He was dressed in his navy suit, crisp tie, and polished shoes.Nathan on the other hand was dressed in his usual black attire, a storm cloud that hadn’t spoken since the night before.Even on the drive to the office, Donald found himself glancing sideways, irritated at the unwavering silence. By the time they reached the headquarters, Donald was almost relieved to step out of the car and into the buzzing corridors of business. His board of directors were already waiting for him in the sleek glass conference room.“Mr. Ervin,” one of them began as the meeting settled. “We’ve secured a potential acquisition. Luxury beach houses, prime properties around the world. Hawaii, Santorini, Bali…” His voice swelled with pride. “We believe it could be one of our most profitable expan

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

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

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