บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE’S SMASH BODY: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The rest of the day was bad for Nathan. He had literally no one to talk to. At some point, he got tired of scrolling through social media and decided to lay down on the bed.Donald, on the other hand, was seated on the couch. It may seem as though he had his eyes on his phone but his attention was on Nathan."Should I talk to him?" He thought to himself. "No, it's better this way. Except he makes a move, I won't say a word. Nathan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound broke the deafening silence in the suite. He cursed under his breath, already knowing who it could be before he even looked.It was Detective Callahan.He exhaled deeply before he pressed accept.“What now?” Nathan snapped, running a hand down his face. "I said I was going to reach out if there was anything." He made sure the volume was as low as possible."Dont give me that bullshit," The detective retorted. "You've been vacationing and not working,and I can't help you if you're not willing to cooperate." “I to

Nathan stood outside Donald's suite for the third time that morning, his hand hovering over the door. The silence between them was driving him crazy. Every "yes sir" and "no sir" felt like a knife twisting in his chest. He missed Donald's laugh, missed the easy conversations they used to have before everything went sideways.Just knock, he told himself. You're his bodyguard and you have every right to be here.But they both knew it went deeper than that.He knocked twice and heard Donald's familiar "Come in" from inside. Nathan found him at the desk, laptop open, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke in rapid-fire business jargon to someone on the other end.Donald glanced up briefly, his expression carefully neutral. "What do you need?"The tone stung more than Nathan cared to admit. He waited until Donald finished his call before he spoke.He's stressed too, Nathan realized. Good, at least I'm not suffering alone."We should go camping," Nathan said the moment Donald hung up.Donal

The fire had burned down to glowing embers by the time they made their way into the tent. Nathan's hands shook slightly as he zipped the entrance closed, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet forest.Donald was already pulling his shirt over his head, his movements deliberate and unhurried. "You're trembling," he observed, his voice soft but commanding."I'm fine." Nathan's voice came out rougher than intended."No, you're not." Donald stepped closer, his bare chest catching the faint light filtering through the tent fabric. "Look at me."Nathan lifted his eyes, finding Donald's gaze steady and reassuring. The authority was still there, but tempered with something gentle. Something that made Nathan's breath catch."We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," Donald said, his hand coming up to cup Nathan's face."I've been ready for three weeks," Nathan admitted, leaning into the touch. "I just... I don't want to mess this up."Donald's smile was soft. "You won't."When Donal

Nathan's PovThe police officers, and a local guide who knew these woods. We took the northwest quadrant, the area I'd already searched three times during the night, but I wasn't about to say that. Maybe I'd missed something. Maybe in the daylight we'd see what I couldn't in the dark."Donald!" I shouted, my voice already hoarse from hours of calling his name. "Donald!" At this point, the only thing left for me to do was bawl my eyes out but there was no time for that.The others spread out, flashlights still necessary under the thick canopy despite the morning sun. Every snapped twig made me jump, every flash of color in the underbrush made my heart skip—but it was never him. Just animals, just shadows, just my mind playing cruel tricks."Mr. Nathan," one of the officers called. "You said he was wearing a blue jacket?""Dark blue windbreaker, yeah. And jeans, hiking boots." I'd memorized every detail, replayed our last conversation a thousand times. I'll be right back, he'd said. Don

Nathan's PovAt the hospital, they tried to separate us. Doctors and nurses swarming, wheeling him toward surgery prep while someone physically blocked my path."Sir, you need to stay in the waiting room—""He needs blood," a doctor called from down the hall. "Type O-negative, and we need it now.""I'm O-negative," I said immediately, already rolling up my sleeve. "Take mine."The nurse blocking me hesitated. "Sir, we have blood supplies—""I said take mine." I wasn't asking, it was an order and they knew better not to follow through with it.Ten minutes later I was lying on a gurney while a needle pierced my arm, watching my blood flow through a tube into a bag. They'd let me donate the maximum amount they safely could, and honestly I'd have given more if they'd let me.If my blood can keep you alive, I thought, watching the crimson liquid fill the bag, take it all. Take everything. Just don't die.A nurse came to check on me after, making sure I wasn't dizzy or nauseous. "The doctor