NATHAN’S BREAKDOWN – THE NIGHT BEFORE
Nathan stormed into his mansion, slamming the door behind him. His chest ached, his mind racing with the events of the night. He strode toward his mini bar, grabbing the nearest bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass with trembling hands. He took a long, burning sip, hoping the alcohol would drown out the pain clawing at his heart.
But it didn’t.
The taste only fueled the anger, the hurt, the humiliation.
Sebastian.
That bastard had treated him like some cheap one-night stand. Like he was something to be owned, controlled, discarded at will. He clenched the glass tighter, his knuckles turning white as flashes of the night haunted him—the way Sebastian had pinned him down, the possessiveness in his touch, the jealousy burning in his eyes.
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