Spade had already seen every move Nate was about to make, he already predicted it, he could see the rage and fire in Nate's eyes, the clenching of his hands into a fist, the strong clenching of his jaw, and the slight twitch in the corner of his eyes

As soon as he lunged for Spade, he was quick to grab his wrists, pulling him closer and twisting the hand behind his back, switching their positions and shoving Nate's face on the wall behind them both, with Nate's back facing Spade and his front pressed against the wall, his one hand twisted behind his back and Spade's grip on the other tight.

He could hear Nate's laboured breathing as his front pressed closely to his back, he hardly broke a sweat but Nate was breathing hard. It happened so fast that Nate barely had time to react or process what had just happened.

He struggled to break free but Spade's grip on his wrists only tightened as his breath fanned Nate's neck, hot and soothing.

After a while of watching Nate struggle to break free with no success, his breathing laboured, as his chest heaved up and down, so did his back moved in and out momentarily touching Spade's chest

He leaned in almost letting his lips touch Nate's ears as he spoke ever so lowly "That'll be the last time you do that" he muttered lowly his breath going straight into Nate's ears, he sucked in a breath as it left a sweet sensation in his stomach, forgetting that he was in an uncomfortable position he could feel his whole body tingle, especially the part of his wrist that Spade's hands touched directly. It was like someone was juicing him up with jolts and jolts of electricity, but in a sweeter way, if that was even possible

His slightly parted lips only let out small breaths and low gasps. He could feel how toned Spade's chest was even from his clothes.

Unlike he usually would, he didn't feel his skin crawl with disgust or his chest constrict with anxiety, because of the close proximity and the fact that Spade was actually touching him.

He'd never been a fan of physical touch or people getting into his personal space, most times he ended up having minor panic attacks, but right now, being held like this by Spade did nothing to his body, except ignite a kind of feeling, like a small fire that could go out anytime or flame up high, depending on how it's nurtured.

And deep down he was curious as to why he felt this way around Spade but not around anyone else, not even Su. There are times he doesn't really let her touch him and she understands. But he's letting Spade touch him, and even basking in the feeling of his body pressed against his like this

As if something had snapped in Spade, suddenly realizing the position they were in, he felt his neck go hot and his ears burn with a strange sensation.

He could see almost every detail of Nate's face from behind him, he could feel his body pressed against him, the way his shoulders wasn't squared like most young men his age, the strange pull he was feeling just staying like this, like it was normal.

And he could smell his hair shampoo and his cologne. His shampoo smelled like gum, vanilla flavoured gum. Spade involuntarily took in a deep breath as he inhaled more of the shampoo's smell, he felt like he could eat Nate's hair and have the smell inside him forever.

He felt his hands around his wrists loosened a bit, and the slight tingle he felt everytime he moved his hands, it felt like current was passing through his fingers, the ones that curled around Nate's wrists, like needles were pricking the tip of his fingers but in tingly way.

His body leaned in on Nate's body more and his lips mistakenly brushed up against his ears and he felt him tense and suck in a harsh breath

Spade for the second time today felt the slight twitch of his member, like a reflex action, this time more obvious than the previous time.

As if something from Nate's skin burned him, he quickly let him go and stepped away, watching him to see what he'd do next, he moved two more steps away from Nate, as he rubbed his wrists, the same spot Spade had just pinned behind his back.

He avoided Spade's gaze and for some reason, he didn't like it. He wanted him to look at him so he could see his eyes. To see if he was scared of him, threatened or even angry at him. But Nate just kept moving his eyes around the room as he stepped away from Spade giving them both a good distance, this made Spade frown a bit but he was quick to mask it.

What just happened was on impulse and definitely a huge mistake on his path, he never should have even gotten so deep under his skin or gotten physical with him. That was not why he came here in the first place, right now he couldn't even really pinpoint why he came here.

The silence in the room stretched as Spade watched Nate closely while the younger of the two men avoided any form of eye contact with him. Spade was now left to come up with a good enough excuse as to why he came here, of course riling him up was not the real reason he was here and he knew Nate didn't buy it one bit

Nate kept thinking of how he'd break the silence in the room after the very awkward thing that just happened a few minutes ago Yes, the marriage thing, that should be enough to shift both their attention from it, his especially because right now his brain was in a lot of places.

"Why'd you go back on your deal"? he finally found the courage to speak up making Spade to look at him, he was still avoiding Spade's gaze. "You promised you'd give her two months to prepare, why the sudden change of plans"? He asked letting go of his wrists as he no longer felt the stingind pain from earlier on

"Because I can, and because I don't trust you or your father" he muttered with a bored tone and expression

"Take it back" he muttered finally looking up at Spade's grey, soulless and almost dead eyes meeting with brown, scared, lost and beautiful ones "Your two weeks ultimatum, take it back" he muttered and Spade just stared into his eyes for a good second, trying to read him but coming back with nothing

"And why would I do that"? He asked with amusement dancing in his eyes as took a step sideways from his position looking through the glass that overlooked the city outside

Nate opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, the question kind of caught him off guard. He didn't even know what to tell Spade, he closed it back and thought for a while

Spade watched him as he racked his brains, seeing the wheels in his head turn and turn, he finally thought of something, not a good idea but something inside him kept pushing him to say it. Definitely not the rational part of his brain, the part he didn't know existed until a few weeks ago

"I can only do that for two reasons" he muttered making Nate look at him expectantly, his eyes lighting up a bit from the usual dull brown color "You tell me what was in the envelope you collected for your father at my club, and I'll give her two months before I come for her" he muttered something akin to mischief in his eyes

Nate blinked twice, hoping what he'd just heard was a miscommunication of some sort, because there was no way in hell Spade would be asking for that.

This wasn't even an option at all, two reasons, one he didn't know what was in the envelope and secondly, even if he did know, his father would kill him If he tells Spade.

"I can't" the muttered, his voice a whisper filled with despair and sadness.

Spade watched him, already expecting that answer, he rolled his tongue in his mouth as if thinking. "Of course you can" he muttered and Nate just shook his head, looking the other way

"No, you don't understand, I can't because I don't know what's in it" he muttered embarrassed.

Silence, thick silence surrounded them both as Spade stared at him, his skin pricked as Spade's gaze burned through him, scrutinizing him.

"Too bad then, in less than a week I'd be coming for your sister" he muttered making it sound worse than Nate saw it, he made it sound like he was the grim reaper and he would be coming for her soul.

He turned around taking a step away from Nate and towards the door, as if trying to tell Nate that the conversation was over. Nate gulped when his broad back came into his view, almost blocking sight of everything in front of him.

"What's the second condition"? he voiced out stopping Spade in his tracks, he smirked to himself before turning around with a stoic, bored expression. "You said you have two options, what's the second option"? He asked, Spade could read the desperation in his eyes, see the fear of the unknown in his eyes, looking at him expectantly "What do you want"? He finally asked the one question that's been keeping Spade up at night every single night, the one question he kept asking himself as he walked into this building, as he watched Nate run out of the party last night, the same question he asked himself when he pinned him to the wall and enjoyed the strange feeling that came with having his body pressed against him like that

His mind screamed at him, like a prisoner locked away in the deepest of dungeons, it was clawing to be set free and allowed to speak.

His eyes drifted to Nate's lips as he spoke, he found himself swallowing hard, his mind only repeated one word and his mouth was itching to say it. You He wanted to just open his mouth and say you, but that would come out so wrong in so many ways.

He cleared his throat, shifting his eyes from Nate's lips and stared into those honey brown eyes "Come work for me" he muttered.

Nate sucked in a breath, his lips parting slightly in shock as he stared at Spade, did he just hear right. "What"? He whispered and Spade took another step closer to him, invading his personal space, his strong cologne hitting his nose, he smelled like soapy aftershave and cigarettes

"I want you to come work for me" he muttered again shocking even himself, those words weren't his, his mind was saying a different thing and his mouth was working on it's own accords, and his brain was saying a totally different thing.

It was like his whole body was rebelling against him. Why would he ask for something like that, that was next to impossible, but something inside of him was curious as to what Nate would say. He needed to get out here as soon as he can, before his mouth would further complicate things the more.

"I thought you said you didn't trust me? For someone who doesn't trust me I'm a bit shocked you're asking me to come work for you" he muttered raising his brows up in questioning.

Spade just looked at him sighing out, he was keeping his spiralling thoughts and feelings at bay, everything was just so strange but there was still a part of him that liked it, that wanted to feel and know more

"I tend to like to keep my friends and my enemies close Miller" he muttered dangerously low, watching as Nate's eyes shifted between his own, his eyes slowly moved again for the millionth time to Nate's lips, the way they looked soft, yet slightly chapped, almost invincible, like they would disappear of someone were to kiss them, he felt his fingers twitched again with excitement, he quickly looked up from his lips and cleared his throat. He was losing his mind. His whole body was slowly lighting up with a very familiar ache, one he knew all too well, one he really didn't want to be feeling at the moment especially not standing in front of Nate, it sounded wrong to the ears and it should feel wrong but his body was making him feel otherwise and he didn't like it.

"I'm giving you three days to decide, come work for me and I'll give your sister all the time she needs" he muttered almost as if he would lean closer to Nate and smell his sweet breath. He quickly stopped his mind, fighting tooth and nail with himself, Nate unaware of the personal crisis he was having with himself. He turned around and took long and hastened steps away from Nate, before he does something that even he won't believe.

He walked as if his feet was on fire, like he was being pricked with needles to walk faster. Without looking back for a second he opened the door and walked outside quickly, feeling his heartbeat thumb louder and louder as he walked away from Nate's office.

What the hell was going on??

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