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Unlike his brothers , Nate was totally different , 6ft tall , broad chest , hazel brown eyes , pointed nose , beautiful face . Chase and Ryder also looked damn attractive but Nate was a fucking Demi god with his loooks . As I approached his room , I knocked . Come in “ I heard him say from inside , that voice that scared the hell out of me . I slowly pulled the door and as I got in , the first thing that enveloped me was darkness and all I could see were just two deep hazel brown eyes staring at me in the dark . I could tell he was sitting there but why did he have to make everywhere look this dark .

Nathan nodded; with the double surviving a close call, those people should quiet down for a while. He was about to discuss some work-related matters when he noticed a book near Matthew's hand. The cover was a light pink, featuring an illustration of a beautiful woman. Nathan couldn't stop thinking about it.. His face instantly turned red, assuming Boss didn't know about these things, but it seemed he secretly read them in his room! He quickly shifted his gaze away. *Bang* The book down. In his surprise, Nathan read the book's title, "How to Be a Qualified Husband."

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Nate named so many options that I didn't even know I had. "How do you know all this?" I gaped at him. "I've been reading labor books as well as parenting. I'm surprised you haven't." "I was kind of keeping a head in the sand method on that." I admitted and laughed so hard. "That's impossible when it's going to be happening to you." My cheeks burned crimson.

“Something like that. A lot happened. I don’t really want to talk about it.” He didn’t push. Instead, he shifted his weight and stood, brushing off his pants. “Fair enough.” “But what about you?” I asked, lifting a brow. “This is the first time I’ve seen you out of your room voluntarily. Especially this late.” Nathan chuckled, a bit sheepishly. “What I’m doing is… embarrassing.” “Now I really want to know,” I teased, stepping around a chair. He sighed like a man surrendering a secret. “I was reading children’s stories.”

ONE WEEK LATER I'm the only one at home because my sister is coming home tomorrow and our nanny Conchita only comes here at night to accompany me to sleep. My sister doesn't want me to be alone. I'm also not in school today because it's a holiday. So I decided to clean the whole house and wash our dirty clothes. By noon I was done with work so I just rested. I sat in the living room and watched my favorite cartoon. My sister will come home later because she has no work from Thursday to Sunday.

he answers. “Are you sure they are the same drawing?” I asked, looking at Nathan in shock, who was oblivious that he was providing a piece of useful information to me. “I think so, they may not be the same but they do have similar patterns,” he said. “Where is the book,” I asked. “Somewhere in my room, I plan to read it another time,” Nathan replied. “Bring it for me, I would like to see it” I answered. This time, Nathan raised his head from his plate looking at me in shock and furrowing his brows. “Why? You don't like reading books?” he said.

he said and picked up a book that was sitting on the nightstand. “Falling for Marina Lewis,” he read the title out loud. “Yeah…no thanks, I am not reading this girly shit. I am just gonna watch you sleep like a creep instead,” Nate said and smirked. Amelia giggled and closed her eyes.

I gasped and turned to grab a dish towel, but it was too late. Nathan was leaning on the doorframe, sipping water from a glass. His eyes dragged down my body. Slow. Dark. “Nice view,” he said, voice thick. I froze. He didn’t. He stepped closer. And smirked. “Didn’t think Daddy kept something this pretty hidden at home.” My lips parted to say something—anything—but I had nothing. Then he reached behind me. My breath hitched. He plucked a small bit of thread from the back of my robe. “Relax. Just this.”