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"𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝘾𝘾 𝙉𝙚𝙬𝙨. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙅𝙤𝙮𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨."

Nathaniel Norman walked in, his hand traveling to his neck to pull out his tie. The only thing he could think about during his parent's little remembrance party was about getting home and removing the fucking tie that was suffocating him.

He dropped the tie into the palms of the bodyguard that was already patiently waiting for it. And then his big black coat and similar dark sunglasses followed. He also removed his exquisite wristwatch and only decided to keep his earrings. He gave out a dismissal wave to the guard and only retained his personal assistant to be left alone with him.

His eyes flickered over to the mentioned man and looked at James who just stood like a ghost behind him, silently watching all his moves. His hand ran through his red hair deliberately, ruining the 'royal' hairstyle that made him look way too responsible for his usual look, all in the name of impressing his grandparents.

Speaking of grandparents, he remembered how his sick papa still managed to attend his parents' remembrance. He didn't get why the old man wouldn't stay in the hospital instead and stop bothering himself over some people that caused him nothing but pain when they were alive.

He didn't think his parents deserved all love they received when they were alive and even after death, after everything they had done to his grandparents and their own children which was him and his twin sister.

Trinity cared less though. She didn't show up for the remembrance and she had never shown up since they lost their parents. Ever since she got married and had her surname changed, she never cared about whatever shit like remembrance or birthdays. It was no surprise though. Ever since they were kids, Trinity had always acted like the older child even though they were twins. She had this sort of cold and indifferent personality he always liked to say she inherited from their son of a bitch father.

As for Nate, the only reason that always made him attend the party was because of his grandfather. He was that one person that stood by his side ever since he was little, believed in him, and made him the person he was now.

"Sir, about what your grandfather discussed with you." James decided to drop the invisible act, breaking through his thoughts like a tidal wave.

"What's that?" Nate began to unbutton his inner shirt, returning his gaze to the television before them in which a male journalist was talking about some news stuff he wasn't listening to.

"The matter concerning you getting married."

"Oh, that." He replied, his back turned against James, and the other man was surprised at his nonchalance.

"So what about it?" He added as his hands reached for his belt and began to unfasten it.

"You told me to remind you when we get home, sir." Jame returned in his still calm tone.

'Marriage.' Nate thought as he slid down his trousers and pulled them off exposing the boxers he wore underneath.

James turned his face away immediately because he knew within a few minutes, Nate might strip himself naked in front of him. He knew there was that possibility since the young guy was super comfortable around him, having been by his side ever since he was a baby since his parents always chose work over him and his sister. He had graduated from a family chauffeur to Nate's personal assistant over the years.

"Don't flatter yourself. I won't do whatever you are thinking." Nate stated casually, reading the older man's mind as easily as reading a book.“Give me a minute and we will resume this conversation, James," he added, already heading towards the bathroom. Turned out that removing his tie wasn't the only thing he was thinking about at the funeral, he also couldn't wait for a damn streamy bath to cool his mind off.

James simply nodded in response, even though he knew there was nothing like a minute bath for his neat freak boss, more like an hour. His prophecy turned out to be true, as always, when Nate came back from the bathroom after sixty minutes.

After what seemed like forever, a strong cologne filled the air, and when the man turned, his tall boss dressed in a white robe was walking back to the living room.

His deep red hair was wet and glossy, making the natural waves stick out on the sides, and his charming face held a dissatisfied frown before letting out a complaint. “The water is almost out.” Nate declared while drying his hair with a face towel.

“Really?” James raised his eyebrows, immediately ready to get rid of any problem surfacing in the younger man's life. "I'm sorry about that and I will make sure that it gets fixed as soon as possible," he added, bringing out his tablet to alert the workers at the penthouse about the problem.

The only reason why they were lodged at the penthouse for that week was because of the special renovation going on at his estate. Nate suddenly woke up one day and wanted his living environment to be similar to that of space. It was absurd when everyone heard but his insane amount of wealth proved there was no impossible wish he couldn't bring to his feet.

“How is the renovation going, by the way?”He inquired once his assistant was done with his task before settling himself on the couch and gazing at the wide television half-heartedly.