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" I couldn't be bothered to deal with him anymore, so I turned and left. He was left to stew in his anger all by himself. … At night, just as I was getting ready to go to bed after washing up, I saw someone familiar on my bed. "Nathan, why are you here?" Nathan narrowed his eyes. "I'm here to seduce you and win your favor." I had already predicted that they wouldn't just stay put and wait until they officially gained their titles. However, my hips were still sore. I looked around the room. Nathan wrapped his tail around my waist slowly and said, "It's pointless to look for them. They lost to me. I'm the only one here today."

I watched him make us a couple sandwiches and we both sat on my settee and enjoyed our late-night snack. It was good and I devoured my sandwich quickly but needed something to wash it down. “I'm going to go grab a beverage from the sitting area,” Nathan said suddenly. Watching him I inhaled deeply feeling my need to mate increase. “Should I make the first move,” I asked Nova. She hesitated before she growled, “Certainly.” Heading to my bathroom I stripped and put on my robe smiling excitedly at my reflection in the mirror “I'm the only female in existence to spend two times with Nathan,” I mused.

He was becoming a personal one. The aftermath of the Volkov encounter lingered like a persistent shadow, refusing to dissipate with the evening Manhattan light. I found myself in Nathan's private study, a sanctuary of meticulously curated power – rare first-edition books, strategic maps disguised as art, and technology so advanced it bordered on science fiction.

He bowed his head low. I peered inside the open door, Nathan's legs were the only thing I saw. He was in a sitting position. I stepped inside, while the aide closed the door behind me. Nathan was reading a novel, and he slowly raised his head up. "Hello there, lady in distress." He closed the book and showed me the chair. "Please, have a seat." I looked around. The only exit was the door behind me. The rest were just windows. I crossed my legs as I sat on the comfy red chair. "What do you want from me?" Straight to the point, like a dart.

Charles had been in the nursery taking care of Andrea, unaware of Dione’s arrival, while Miss Anna, the chief housekeeper, was swamped with work in the kitchen. A smile spread across Dione’s lips as he made his way to the kitchen where Miss Anna worked, after placing 3 more cameras in hidden areas of the living room. “Well, for a billionaire heiress like you, Jess, you sure have dumbass people for servants and a weak security system,” he whispered and pushed the door slightly ajar. “Hi, Miss Anna. Jess said she’ll be here in a few minutes, but I really need to use the bathroom now. Where can I find it?” He offered his most charming smile.

That is also likely too odd in his character judging the way Luke described his brother to me. Nathan never really mixed with many people. If it’s women, then I would say he was on the front page of all the newspapers with beautiful ladies. They always drape Nathan, with models. Those are his women. Long leg, blonde, full breast, and a Kim Kardashian ass. But I think that’s also been a long time since I saw him on paper or in real life. Vero did. She told me they had sex in Greece. “I think it is bizarre that someone is endeavoring you without any reason,” I tell him.

She walked past her, Nathan just smiled bitterly to Barbara and both of them left the penthouse, heading to the office. ----- After meeting “It really pissed me off when we’re the one who have to travel to New York regularly!” Stephanie said to Nathan as both of them exiting the building, heading to the smoking area “I never like that city, never!” Nathan added “Full of annoying billionaire people?” Stephanie asked as she laughed hard She quickly lit her cigarette when they arrived. However, Nathan went silent for a moment before saying, “Care to tell what’s happened?” He asked her about this morning incident at the penthouse

Every time my heart raced, I would think of that lifeless villa from that world, and then I would inhale even deeper, as if I was trying to prove to myself that I was truly free. It was during one of those trips that I met Grant Miller. He wasn't some typical CEO, nor was he a twisted, obsessive man. Instead, he was just a landscape photographer, with a warm smile and steady hands. We met under the northern lights. He handed me a cup of hot cocoa and asked with a smile, "Are you cold?" At that moment, I didn't respond as I used to in that scripted world. I just pulled my scarf tighter around me, smiled, and said, "Freezing. Come on, share it with me."

He was never home, and the few times that he was, he was usually on his phone. Nathan lived in San Francisco. She lived in Devonsville, CO. While Nathan probably had a private jet, she didn’t. She barely had a savings account where he had to have multiple banks store his money. He was purchasing the company that would forever change her town, and not necessarily for the better. The more she thought about it, the more it felt like this was a magical weekend in time where they could be together. After this, it probably wouldn’t work. They were just too different.

She tried to relax and clear her mind. Nathaniel pointed out certain buildings and told her their history along the way. She had to admit that it took her mind off the stone. She enjoyed the scenery as they drove into the countryside. Nathaniel had told her that Barnaby lived in the woods and had no neighbors for miles, so she wasn't surprised by the countryside they saw. She also wasn't surprised when they turned down a well-maintained dirt road.