Nathan Prescott Novels & Stories

I have not touched it. Lena’s voice comes through the phone, quiet. She asks if I am okay. I tell her I am watching. Nathaniel walks onto the stage at exactly ten. He wears a dark suit, no tie. His face is pale, his jaw tight. He stands behind the podium and looks at the cameras. For a moment, he does not speak. The room is silent. The lights catch the shadows under his eyes, the tremor in his hands. He begins. He says he called this press conference to correct the record. His mother, Patricia Preston, has been making public statements about his marriage, his ex‑wife, and his unborn child. Those statements are false.

I took out my phone to text Dawn about this discovery Me: Guess I’ll be taking your baby daddy after all, with a smirk emoji Dawn: Boo hoo, home wrecker, but seriously go get em girl Me: lol, you know I will I entered g****e to see if I can get any info on my client and omg Dawn wasn’t lying, Noah Prescott was the finiest specimen of men on earth. He was CEO interim last year after his father got sick and he brought the company out of the red and now looking to invest. Smart move I thought “Ms Monroe, they’re here” Gigi said poking her head in the door, “Let’s do this” I replied, I was going to do this and do it well.

Nathan says giving her a polite smile. " Okay sir, if you need anything please call," she says, smiling and bows her head before leaving the office for him. with his hand on his chin, Nathan stares at the message on the screen of his laptop. A college reunion. DANIELLE CARTER Nathan Bartholomew Cress, the richest businessman in Newyork, is the biggest casino owner in the city. He was the son of Jonathan Cress, a congressman, and isabella Cress, a journalist, he was an only son and he lived a wealthy life both in school and when he was a child and now he is a successful businessman. he has more than twenty cars and three different mansions. he didn't date but he was a player popularly known a

He is well built and looks like he gyms a lot. “Nathanial is our intel guy, he can hide anywhere without being seen or scented out. We have lost him for weeks on end and couldn’t find him. He knows how to camouflage and to hide his scent.” He is also very tall with shaggy black hair and dark blue eyes that look straight into your soul. He has tattoos on his left arm that disappear into his shirt. He is well-built and stands around 6’6.

He turned after placing a few more papers on the pile. “You finish all those and you can have a few hours in the morning tomorrow.” He glared at me. “Only a few. Not half the fucking day.” I saluted him and smiled. “Goddess, don’t smile at me like that either. Not with that face.” Scott was about to shut the door to my office when the back door finally slammed open and one of the patrols ran in, naked and breathing heavy. I stood up and came around the desk. “The hell is going on Seth?”

"Is that Richard Walker I hear terrorizing the foyer?" Richard's face broke instantly into genuine delight as Nathan Parker rounded the corner, dressed casually now, clearly having only just woken from a few restless hours of sleep after the long night before. "Nathan Parker." Richard crossed the room quickly, pulling him into a hearty embrace. "Good God, look at you. Last I saw you, you were the scrawny little crybaby trailing after Ryan, terrified of the diving board at the club." Nathan laughed, genuinely pleased despite the exhaustion still etched around his eyes. "That crybaby's got a law degree and a corner office now, sir."

she waves her hand in the air to explain her exhaustion and all of us agree. "He's not here because of another reason though," Jo frowns and Mrs. Lee moves her now curious eyes to the boy before nodding at him to continue. "Nathan was- he was behaving weird last night, refused to acknowledge his relationship with Sophie and then he referred to Teressa as his wife."

"What do you mean?" "The guy is a walk-over, Teo. I'm just playing him," I said smoothly, taking another sip of my drink. "He's the department's top student, right? I needed my macroeconomics grades up so coach wouldn't bench me before the NHL scouts show up. So I made a move." "A move?" Teo repeated, leaning closer to hear me over the bass. "Like what?" "Let's just say I found out a little secret about our golden boy," I chuckled, tapping the edge of my cup. "Nathan is gay. Fully in the closet and completely terrified of anyone finding out."

would be untouchable. Fine. If he owned the skyline, I'd dig a tunnel. I opened my laptop. I didn't update my resume. Instead, I went to the website for Thorne & Associates, the rival firm whose founder, Carter Thorne, had famously called Nathan "a spreadsheet with a pulse" in *Forbes*. I found the generic "info@" contact.

Autumn said and she gave it to me Nathaniel Bryant Age 25 Creator of Natropolitan Company Producer slash Director His parents died since he was 16 because of a car crash Died 2 months ago by shooting himself He got a lot of stress lately because of his mental illness What?? Mental illness?? "I don't think he got that" I stated "You'll never know Joan , you'll never know" Autumn said Shit..