Chapter Twenty-four: Mine
Nathaniel leaned back against the leather seat of his car, eyes closed as the city lights passed by in a blur. It was almost 9 PM. The meetings had run late, his mind still fogged with numbers and negotiations. But there was only one thought keeping him grounded—Rachel.
She hadn’t texted much the whole afternoon, which was unusual. No updates, no memes, not even her usual passive-aggressive complaints about corporate life. It felt… quiet. Too quiet. And he missed her.
“There’s no label,” he muttered to himself, loosening his tie as the car turned toward Rachel’s apartment building. “But she’s mine.”
He didn’t care how busy or tired he was—seeing her was his idea of rest.
Once inside the building, he didn’t bother alerting her. He had a spare key, after all, a
