Chapter 32

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Instead of leaving, I stood there, my eyes hungrily roaming Nathaniel's naked body, taking in the way his back muscles flexed every time he ran a hand through his wet hair. My eyes flickered down to his bare round ass, where I could see his cock hanging down between the small space in his muscular legs.

I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from the oblivious man in front of me; all I could think about was him taking me in that same bed next to him.

Common sense? Long gone.

Nathaniel finally shut his phone off and rested it on the nightstand before making his way to the closet to put clothes on. I needed to leave now, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so while he's distracted again.

I pushed myself off the wall, but in the process, I accidentally shifted the picture frame behind me, which created a loud scratching noise in the dead silent room.

I held my breath, hoping, praying that he was too distracted to hear what just happened, but that would've been too good to be true.

Nathaniel immediately cupped his manhood with both hands and whipped his head around so fast I was surprised his neck didn't break. His eyes instantly locked onto mine for a fraction of a second, and in that time, I could see the mix between shock and relief flashing across his face as he took in my petite figure in the corner.

My eyes flickered to the small crack in the door, calculating the distance between Nathaniel, the door, and me.

His eyes followed mine, already processing what my next move was going to be. And before I could lift my feet off the dark marble floor, he had already raced to the door and locked it, trapping me inside his dungeon.

Please tell me this is not happening.

I squeezed my eyes shut in hopes that when I opened them, I'd be back in the movie room watching John Wick's credit scenes rolling down the screen. But when I cracked an eyelid open, there Nathaniel stood inches away from me in all his naked glory.

"Anastazi," he murmured in disbelief as he gazed down at me, still cupping his manhood.

I didn't say anything; I just continued staring at his shoulder, hoping he would shut up and let me out of this suffocating room.

"Look at me." His voice was low and guttural, sending a shiver running down my spine.

"Put some clothes on," I finally spoke. My core was throbbing violently, and it took everything in me not to look down to take another peek at his naked body.

He looked over at his closet then back down at me, calculating the distance between us because as soon as he left to change, I would make a run for it, and he knew that.

"Stay."

If he thinks he can just order me around like a fucking dog, he's sadly mistaken.

"No."

"Anastazi." Nathaniel sighed.

I knew he was staring down at me, hoping I would look up so he could capture me in his charm, but I knew better—I knew him.

"Let me go."

"Not until you hear me out."

"Why bother explaining yourself to someone who's nothing but your secretary?" I asked, quoting his words bitterly.

"Cazzo!" He clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his drying hair. (Fuck.)

"Let me get dressed." Frustration was evident in his voice, but I didn't care.

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