Novel & Cerita Oth Nathan Scott

m. Slipping out of bed, I padded quietly down the stairs in just my sleep shorts and a loose shirt. No bra. The air was cooler down here, heavy with lake breeze and leftover wine. The kitchen light was on. Nathan stood there in a black T-shirt and drawstring pants, barefoot, glass of scotch in hand. He didn’t flinch when I walked in. “You always up this late?” I asked, voice quiet. He didn’t look at me right away. Just set the glass on the counter. “Old habit. My body doesn’t let me rest unless I’ve earned it.”

The driver of the black Chevrolet-tinted car honked his horn and rolled down the window and I smiled when I saw Nathan- I was getting cozy with the stranger, at the same time the back of the black Rangrover sport slid open and Scott climbed down. He stopped in his tracks, his blue captivating eyes running through my body before stopping on my face, those sharp jaws highlighted by the afternoon bright sun. There was without much ado, a note of disapproval in his assessment. "Where the fuck are you going in that?" his heavy voice barreled, sending fear spiraling through my body. I looked to Nathan who has alighted by now for help. "Hey, Big guy. Chill, she's going to the camp with me." he prov

Of course. William learned more about Nathan in the past couple of months from Grace, than he ever wanted to know about any human being with whom he wasn’t directly concerned. Nathan, an accomplished actor and movie director, who at twenty-nine had already made two festival darlings and was being hailed as the next great auteur of American independent cinema. Nathan, the assistant director of Tethered Hearts. Nathan, who had a great vision for this film. Nathan this, Nathan that. And yeah, Nathan who wouldn’t stop texting Grace even after work hours.

Joshua affirmed, winking at Nathan, who only grinned as he continuously swirled his glass of wine around in his hand. “Whoa…” Michael and the last guy, Scott, uttered, deliberately pulling the sound long, making it feel uncomfortable. They couldn't help but think in their minds, since when a fuckboy like Nathan becomes serious with a lady. “Come on, man, tell us something about her already” Scott beamed, with his brows put up and Micheal just nodded directly as they both peered into his face in anticipation of answers. The corners of Nathan's mouth were curled into a smile all this while, and his eyes twinkled with impish charm as the light reflected in them.

Nathan cannot understand Gordon action. “Because Gordon is Gordon… you know what I mean right? She is breaking his wall down but she still have a long way to go” Scott replies to Nathan with a smirk

Clara's POV Mediterranean waves lapped against the hull of Nathan's private yacht as I studied market projections on my tablet, each chart confirming the global ripples from our victory over Dr. Harrison. The afternoon sun painted the deck in brilliant gold, but my attention was fixed on the patterns emerging in Asian market responses to the Chen Foundation's latest moves. "You're supposed to be relaxing," Nathan's voice carried that dangerous warmth as he emerged from the cabin, his powerful frame even more imposing in casual resort wear. For a man who practically lived in bespoke suits, he wore luxury leisure with the same lethal grace that had built his empire.

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

If Noah had seen him arrive, seen the way he limped slightly, seen the exhaustion on his face… what else had he seen? “Fuck,” Nathan whispered, closing the email with a sharp click before he could read the body. He switched to another tab, trying to focus on anything else, but the words burned behind his eyes. Come to think of it, he really hadn’t seen Noah today, or his commanding presence in meeting. Was he hiding somewhere, watching? Had he put someone on Nathan—someone to report back? Nathan leaned back in his chair, his hands pressed to his face, breathing slowly through his fingers. He should be scared. He knew he should be terrified.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Watching. The crackle of the fire filled the silence. When I finally turned, his eyes were already on me. Alexandro sat on the edge of the bed, his dark tunic unbuttoned slightly at the collar, the faintest edge of a scar peeking out along his collarbone. He looked impossibly calm, as if the moment on the cliff had cost him nothing. But I knew better now. He had waited a long time to let someone close. And he had chosen me.