Novel & Cerita Nesta X Cassian

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

Cassian tucked his phone into his trousers pocket and removed his jacket, loosening his red silk tie slightly. "Emeraude, this way," he indicated a hallway, and she followed him. Cassian had a notably attractive physique, with a white shirt that revealed some tattoos on his back. As she followed Cassian, Emeraude took out a small notebook and a pen. She needed to make notes of what was missing and create a list for him to buy if necessary. "I'll make notes of what's missing, and if you want to buy them later, I'll leave the list, Mr. St. Clair," she explained.

My mother at the ninth station from the bottom. Cassian and Kael on the line too, an argument I wasn't present for and lost anyway. Cassian's case, as it came back to me, was that there is nothing in the mechanic about being a woman, there is only something in it about having a set of lungs the Pale cannot open, and that he and Kael are the only two men in the north who qualify, and that he had not walked nine winters of that country in order to stand on a step and hold a stick. Nesta on the lowest station of all, on ring nineteen, because there is no argument that works on Nesta.

he said when the other end picked up. There was a pause. “It’ll be messy.” Julian smiled coldly. “Then make it glorious.” He ended the call, his eyes still fixed on the screen. “I’ll see you at the gala, darling.” Back at the penthouse, Cassian stood by the window, arms crossed as the city stretched before him like a chessboard. He heard his phone buzz again. Cassian picked it up and blinked at the name. Preston. He considered ignoring it. Instead, he answered.

It was better to have Nathaniel than to have no one at all. “I’ll go to him,” Cassia concluded as she got into her shower. She made sure she waxed and moisturized her body thoroughly, not forgetting to add soft perfumes that would set the tone of her body. Her plan was to beg Nathaniel, using one of his weaknesses as a tool to get him wrapped around her fingers again. Cassia brought out a see-through lace lingerie. She wore it and admired her hourglass figure in her full-length mirror before taking a big trench coat and wrapping it securely around her body.

Cassian's voice does nothing to mask his discomfort. “This is Nina, my…” Stepsister? “Assistant.” Nyla’s stare flickers between us, I realize that we're standing too close. Hell, Cassian's hand still rests firmly on my back. Great. “Nina, this is—” “Nyla. Your stylist. You told me already” “Did I mention that she owns this place?” Cassian waves a hand, and I catch the flush of pride on her caramel face. She's her own person now. Her own boss.

Cassian had faced television audiences. He had faced investigators. He had faced public backlash after HeartLock collapsed. He had even faced Bianca during an argument. Nothing compared to Selena's mother. "You're nervous." Nova sounded far too pleased. Cassian looked up from his coffee. "I'm not nervous." "You've checked your shirt collar six times." "Seven," Ethan corrected. Nova pointed triumphantly. "See?" Cassian immediately regretted agreeing to meet them before dinner.

Kane asked. Mona still looked thrown off. She blinked at the menu, then at him. "...I don't know." "Should I order for you?" She nodded slowly. "Yes, please." Kane ordered them both mashed potatoes and a glass of red wine. When the wine arrived, Mona lifted the glass, taking a cautious sip. Her nose scrunched immediately. Kane smirked. "Something wrong, princess?" Mona pouted. "This isn't sweet wine." He raised a brow. "It is."