Oth Nathan Scott Novels & Stories

“Shit! We're getting ripped off!” shouted one of Sonya's men, the one Sonya had hired to spy on Nathan. The man noticed a photo of a man he was looking for, and the caption read, “Nathan Wilson, the handsome boss, was caught on camera vacationing in Hawaii with a beautiful girl.”

I should have said something else to turn the conversation, but as a chef, food was the first thing that came to my mind first, and as a fool, without thinking or using my brain a little more, I said those words. “Do you like Thai?” Nathan asked and emptied the doorway for me so that I could enter the main house. I carefully tried to pass him so that we didn’t touch at all, but that was another failure. Nathan was a massive guy, like Chris Hemsworth, who was my favorite, by the way. Okay, now back to Nathan the big muscle guy, with that body he needed to give me more space, which he didn’t, and my chest perfectly touched his; however, I didn’t think much of that at all.

Subject: What The Public Doesn’t Know About Nathan Carter I attached three things—screenshots of shady financial transfers Nathan had made over the past year, a recording of one of his private calls where he discussed buying off a whistleblower, and a still from the security footage—Nathan with that woman, her skirt hiked up, his hands all over her. I didn’t press send yet. Not yet. Timing was everything. But I was ready. The world adored Nathan. They saw him as powerful, charismatic, a corporate god. Let’s see how they feel when I strip him bare.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

Nathan says as I walk over to him. "You don't look bad either," I smile taking the champagne from him. He looks at me with love and I wonder what he is thinking about. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Nothing, I love you, Penelope Zoe Nicolaou," he says stepping closer to me. "I live you too Nathan Zephyr Scott," I grim as I place a kiss on my lips.

Alex Jordan met Nathan at the club, and he was shocked when his old friend asked him to find him some sexy prostitutes. After all, Nathan was famous for being disinterested in women. Once he got over his disbelief, though, Alex assured Nathan that he could arrange it for him. Nathan and Alex were led to a VIP box. They sat across from each other on the sofa, and Nathan undid the buttons on his shirt, revealing his attractive chest muscles. On the table in front of him, there was a bottle of red wine. Nathan quickly finished half of it. He poured himself another glass, lifted it in his hand, offered a toast, and finished it in one go.

I checked the envelope to see the sender. Nathan suddenly walked into my office, his strong expensive perfume filling the room in mere seconds. He was wearing a black tux. He always looked neat and well put together. His brown hair was always neatly combed to the back with his hair gel keeping it shiny and not a strand out of place. His shiny hair almost matched his shiny formal shoes. Nathan was tall and handsome. He looked like the man you’d see in front of a business magazine, well you actually would, but you get what I mean. “Bye, miss Genesis.” Rob said quickly and greeted Nathan on his way out.