Possession Of His | 18+

Chapter Nineteen

Kimberlys P O V:

"This is strange," I mumble with a frown, watching as Nathan looks up at me from his place behind his desk.

"Hm?" He questions.

"Your one o'clock meeting is late," I feel my eyes widen just saying it. No one dared to be late when Nathan was involved, mainly because he didn't take too kindly to it, more often than not canceling his meetings if someone was a mere minute late. But this person, who was under the name Lachlan Lockhart should have been here over thirty minutes ago and somehow Nathan wasn't having a tantrum.

"He'll be here soon, knowing him he probably got lost or distracted by some bright colors," He scoffs, his hand raising to run through his hair.

I tilt my head slightly at the light tone. Nathan clearly knew whoever this Lachlan person was well, seemingly used to their poor punctuality. He must be something if Nathan wasn't two seconds away from pulling his hair out at his untimeliness.

"Well, it could-," I'm abruptly interrupted when the door slams open, making me verbally gasp and my body jolt as I turn around. I have a wide eyed gaze as I let my eyes run over the heaving figure in front of me, his hands settling on his knees as he tried to catch his breath after some heavy exertion.

"Hey-," He heaves, his head raising before falling over his slouched figure, "Sorry- Stairs-Jolly Ranchers," He pants as he leans against the doorframe, the obscure looks from the people over his shoulder clear.

"Just sit your ass down," Nathan sighs frustratedly as he points to the chair on the opposite side of his desk.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm late?" The man questions curiously, his chest still raising rapidly as his breathing started to go back to normal.

"If the excuse involves food or men I'm not interested," Nathan waves his hand in dismissal as the tall blonde finally takes a seat.

I take a moment to look at him, and after getting over the shock of his abrupt arrival, I'm able to see how good looking he really is. His hair is messy, but not messy in a way that looks bad or lazy, but in an attractive, styled sort of way. His tassels are a dirty blonde, and his eyes a bright blue. He had a suit similar to Nathan's, tailored to perfection and so sleek that it was undeniably designer. He was exceedingly tall, but with more lean muscle compared to Nathan's bulky build.

"But it's something really important that you need to know about," The man frowns with a serious expression, so serious that it has me worried. Nathan on the other hand looks completely drained mere minutes after the strangers arrival.

"What is it?" Nathan raises a brow.

"The vending machine is fucking broken," The man shakes his head with an incredulous look.

"Still struggling to understand why you're late?" Nathan questions slowly.

"Well, this vending machine was something else, honestly Nathan it felt like one of those moments in the movies when something so majestic lights up and the world around becomes dark, like that ohhhhhh angel music type beautiful-,"

"What the fuck are you rambling about? Did you mix some sort of drugs in your lucky charms this morning?" Nathan's groans as he looks at the strange man with a perplexed look, as if he was trying to figure out an impossible equation.

I don't think I've ever seen Nathan so calm yet so agitated with a person before.

"That shit had Jolly Ranchers inside, have you ever seen a vending machine with Jolly Ranchers? Honestly, that's the only good thing you have going on in this dull ass place," The man shakes his head as he leans back in his chair, becoming distracted with the way it squeaked everytime he moved. Soon enough, the silence is filled with the obnoxious squeaking whilst Nathan is sat looking at him with a more than agitated expression. I stand in the corner awkwardly watching on.