Chapter 4 A Glance

Nathan's POV

Oh, shut up! I thought to myself. Why do they need to keep going on about the "potential" the company has? I don't care. I'm buying the company to break it up. As of tomorrow, Blake Industries will be no more. Don't people understand that's what I do? I swear if I hear the word potential one more time...

"Dr. Michaels," my PA spoke, "Are you in agreement?" He slowly and inconspicuously nodded his head.

"Yes," I responded. "It was nice doing business with you, gentlemen." We shook hands. Thank God that was over.

Samuel, my PA, followed me out the door. He advised me of all the upcoming appointments for tomorrow.

"I've cleared your schedule for the rest of this afternoon. Mr. Michaels is asking for your presence at the hospital."

I sighed, "Tell him I'll be there in half an hour."

My grandfather's requests were never to be ignored. Even in his old age, he demanded respect from everyone around him. He was a powerhouse, and everyone in the finance sector and beyond knew it.

I wonder what he wants this time. I thought to myself as I climbed into the backseat of my limo. It was probably to scold me again about not being married. Honestly, I was only 25 years old; what was the rush? I was single and having fun, lots of fun. I had only ever had one serious relationship, but I was young and unprepared for commitment. Why would I shackle myself to one woman when there was a smorgasbord of flavors to taste, and boy, did I have a huge appetite? I smirked, thinking about the brunette I had left at the hotel last night. She had the perkiest round tits of any woman I've ever been with. She was the type of girl I was almost willing to break my rule over.... almost. I never slept with the same woman twice. It saved the hassle of them getting attached or needy. I didn't want my life to get messy.

Marcus, my driver, pulled me out of my thoughts by announcing we were at the hospital.

"I shouldn't be more than an hour, Marcus. I'll message you if I'm going to be longer."

"Yes, sir. See you in an hour."

I headed towards the cafe in the hospital lobby to grab my grandfather his large dark roast coffee and chuckled as I heard in my head. "Nathaniel, don't think about stepping in this room without my coffee." He was a demanding older man, but I loved him more than anyone.

Standing in line, I glanced around the café, looking at the people going about their days. My heart stopped. Who is that?

In the corner, tucked away at a small table, was a woman. No, not a woman. A goddess. Even though she was slouched over and crying, she was stunningly beautiful. My cock sprang to attention. She took my breath away. Long, luxurious, dark chestnut curly hair pulled back in a ponytail. Creamy pale skin that was begging to be caressed. She wore a Columbia hoody and leggings, but I could tell a prize hidden underneath them. Her angelic face was tear-stained, and when she looked up with her big brown eyes, my heart broke for her. Why was she so sad? I felt compelled to walk over to her when my thought was interrupted.

"Next," the barista yelled.

"Sorry," I said as I moved forward.

The barista swooned at the sight of me. It was nothing I hadn't faced countless times. I was good-looking, I knew that. Women threw themselves at me all the time. It had come to the point that I would be more shocked if they didn't flirt.

"I'll have a large dark roast coffee, black, please."

"Yes, sir." She said as she batted her eyelashes at me, "Can I get you anything else? Anything...at...all?" She pushed her chest forward and bit her lip.

"No, that's everything, thank you."

A pout appeared on her lips, and she scurried off to pour the coffee.

While waiting, I turned to catch another glimpse of the saddened goddess, and an empty table greeted me.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Who was she, and where did she go?