Nathan couldn’t contain his anger as he smashed the tablet against the wall.
“Damn you!” he roared, kicking his chair. He grabbed his glass and hurled it at the wall too. The files on his desk weren’t spared either.
By the time he was done scattering things around his office, his breath was heavy.
“Clean this mess,” he ordered Finn before storming out.
Diana, who had been waiting for him, rushed to his side.
“Mr. President, I need to talk to you,” she said, but Nathan didn’t respond.
“Mr. President!” Diana called again.
Nathan suddenly halted and grabbed her hand harshly, dragging her into the empty office beside them and locking the door.
Diana, shocked by his actions, frowned. “Mr. President?” she stuttered, meeting Nathan’s cold and deadly gaze.
As he stepped forward, Diana instinctively stepped back.
“What is it?” Nathan asked.
“Um… I made a scandal with Tatiana Wallington…”
“So?”
“Tatiana isn’t responding, and I think it’s not really necessary to continue these scandalous methods since I’ve gained enough fame and brought enough resources to the company…” Her voice trailed off as he grabbed her neck, knocking the air out of her lungs.
Nathan drew her close. “Fame? Resources? Oh, don’t make me laugh, bitch. You did nothing. Why weren’t you the one winning the best model award? Instead, you let a bitch from King’s Company take it-a company that hurled insults at my fucking face!” he roared.
“But we had a deal… I’ve completed what I owe you. Please, set me free,” Diana whimpered, unaware that her words only fueled his anger.
Nathan swiftly turned her around and bent her over the desk. He pinned her down with one hand and lifted her gown with the other, heading to her most intimate part.
“What are you doing?!” Diana cried out in fear.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Diana! I fucking own every artist in my company-even you. And yet, you ask me to set you free?”
He began to pull down his trousers, and when Diana tried to escape, he warned her, “Remember your brother, Diana.”
She stopped and began to cry. “Please don’t do this. Please don’t… please, I beg you!”
“Easy, sweetheart. You’ll enjoy this as long as you don’t fight it,” Nathan chuckled like a devil, pinning her head back to the table. His other hand massaged his throbbing cock.
He had imagined mounting Diana for quite a while, but his work hadn’t allowed him. Now that his devilish side was at its peak and Paisley was kept in a place no one would find her, he needed an outlet.
Badly, he wished he were pinning Tatiana instead. His head spun, and his eyes reddened as he thrust hard into Diana.
Diana screamed her lungs out. He was strong! Her strength was like a rat’s compared to his. She knew this man was a monster but never thought he would rape her. She should have run when she had the chance.
He didn’t even care, pouring his hot fluid into her, and Diana cried harder. She felt humiliated, disgusted, and full of anger.
He pulled out of her, and she crumpled to the floor, weeping.
“Wipe those tears and get me more resources. Ask me to set you free again, and I’ll destroy everything you’ve worked for,” he sneered before leaving the office.
Diana trembled as she kept her gaze on the floor, weeping harder.
Her hand slowly reached into her pocket, pulling out a recorder. It contained a voice recording of what had just happened. Her hands were shaking as she stared at it.
“I need help,” she whimpered. “Help.”
—
After helping Dylan to bed, Tatiana decided to wait for Cassius.
Last night, she had fallen asleep while waiting for him, and when she woke up, she found him gone. Whenever she called the company, Hudson told her Cassius was really busy due to the big movie his company was about to release.
Tatiana made herself coffee. She needed to talk to him about his health and also the killer of his sister.
It was past midnight when Cassius returned, looking tired. His gaze was icy as he stepped into his home.
Tatiana emerged from the living room, and their eyes met. Cassius’s gaze immediately softened as he hadn’t expected her to be awake.
Tatiana’s eyes narrowed as he approached her, scrutinizing his tired appearance.
“You should be asleep, Little Rebel,” he said in a low, husky voice.
Tatiana lifted her hand to touch his forehead, her eyes widening.
“You’re burning up!” she exclaimed worriedly.
“It’s not a new thing-”
“What?! How could you ignore your health of all things? Have you eaten?” she asked. Her actions reminded Cassius of his mother. When he remained silent, she scolded him again. “Don’t you need to be alive to handle other things? Health comes first!”
Cassius only stared.
In the next minute, a meal was in front of him. Tatiana was glad she had made the chicken parmesan, both the father and son’s favorite.
Cassius looked up at her like a child. Her face showed she was upset.
She made to feed him, and when he tried to retort, she shot a glare at him.
“Eat,” she warned, and the man slowly opened his mouth.
She made sure he ate everything. His gaze on her was intense, and a secret smile played on his lips. She was the only one who could make him like this. After eating, Tatiana ensured he took some medicine and waited for him to freshen up.
Cassius emerged from his dressing room in casual clothes and found Tatiana with a bowl of water and a clean towel.
“Little Rebel…”
“Lie on the bed,” she ordered, and Cassius sighed like a child and obeyed. She was the only person who could give him orders. What had she done to him?
With the back of his head resting on his folded arms, Cassius watched Tatiana soak the towel and wring out the water. She placed it on his forehead and sighed.
“I’ll break your head if you ever make me worry like this. No work for you tomorrow.”
“Alright, Little Rebel,” he agreed without arguing.
“I’ll be free tomorrow, so I’m taking you to the hospital,” she said again.
“Noted, Little Rebel,” he smiled a little, and Tatiana found him cute under the dim light.
“You’re to eat whenever I ask you to,” she added.
“Hm,” he nodded lightly, his eyes not leaving hers.
“How’s the headache?”
“Gone completely. The medicine was effective. I’m good,” he replied.
“Now get some sleep.”
“Huh? Why? Am I not getting rewarded?” he asked, and Tatiana raised a brow.
“Reward for what?”
“For being a good boy,” he stated. “If I get my reward, I’ll remain a good boy tomorrow too.”
“Are you teasing me right now?”
“It’s a deal. You in or not?”
“What do you want then? I’ll get it,” she said, and the man’s lips curled into a smirk.
“My favorite,” he replied.
“Alright, I’ll go get the cookies downstairs,” Tatiana nodded and stood to leave, but the man dragged her back. She gasped and fell onto his chest, their gazes interlocking.
“I’m not referring to cookies, Little Rebel,” he replied, holding her waist close so she couldn’t escape.
Drawing his face close to her ear, he whispered.
“I was referring to you… You taste better than cookies.”