My Villainess Script Has A Glitch Chapter 12

My Villainess Script Has A Glitch Chapter 12

Nathaniel turned into my shadow after that. Every room, every hour — there he was.

When I came home, my slippers were already waiting for me.

When I reached for a napkin, he already had one held out for me.

When I was thirsty, a glass of water would appear. He even went through the trash and dug out everything I’d told Martha Higgins to throw away.

“I loved every single thing you’ve ever given me,” he said. “I never used them because I couldn’t bring myself to. They meant too much.”

He watched me with cautious, hopeful eyes.

“Will you still spoil me?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Can you just give up already?”

His shoulders slumped. “That’s okay. I’ll buy things for you instead. Whatever you want.”

I rubbed my temple. “What I want is for you to get out of my face.”

“That’s not happening,” he said, without missing a beat.

[This man’s survival instincts are unreal. He’s so scared she’ll leave him that he’s thrown every ounce of pride out the window.]

[I’m screaming. He was so high and mighty when he was acting cold, and now that she doesn’t want him, he’s literally groveling.]

[Oh, now he suddenly found his voice. Too bad she’s not listening.]

[She literally liked him this whole time. Followed him everywhere, even drugged him.]

[How did he convince himself she was just playing with him? He brought this on himself.]

[Is there seriously no hope for the male lead and the female lead? I’m a canon shipper, and I will die on this hill.]

[^The male lead literally said he doesn’t like the female lead. No amount of screaming is going to change that. They have zero chemistry.]

[Just come ship them with us! The groveling arc is chef’s kiss.]

The comments were giving me a migraine. I ignored Nathaniel and went to my room.

Thirty minutes later, there was a knock. “Martha’s busy,” Nathaniel said through the door. “I’m taking over for her.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped out and called Blair.

“What is going on?” Blair said. “Everyone’s been talking about Nathaniel showing up at your office every single day.”

“Don’t even get me started,” I said. “Let’s just drink. Wait — you can’t. You’re pregnant.”

Blair’s eyes lit up. “I can’t drink, but I can definitely find you some eye candy to drink with.”

A parade of guys showed up before she even finished the sentence.

“Chloe! It’s been forever. Remember me?” one of them said.

“What about me? I’ve been working out,” another said, lifting his shirt. “Feel these and tell me what you think.”

I felt like I’d walked straight into a trap made entirely of abs and cologne.

Then Nathaniel pushed through the crowd. He looked at me like I’d personally stabbed him in the back.

He’d ditched the three-piece suit. Instead, he was wearing a sheer black lace top under a bomber jacket.

He squeezed in beside me and slid an arm around my waist. “Chloe, stop looking at them. Look at me. Please.”

His voice was low, almost shaking. Just hearing him say my name made my head spin.

Blair was watching from the booth, hand over her mouth, barely holding it together.

She clearly never imagined Nathaniel would put on a lace top and a bomber jacket to outshine a bunch of random guys at the club.

Who wouldn’t want a man like that on his knees? The thirst trap was absolutely working.

“What if I don’t want to?” I said.

Nathaniel grabbed my hand, panicking. “I’m better looking than all of them. And I can treat you better. I promise.”

“Even if you do all that, it doesn’t make you my boyfriend,” I said.

“I don’t care,” he said. “I’ll settle for just being in your bed.”

Blair raised her eyebrows at me as we left.

[I’m a paying subscriber. Why am I getting cut off? Why did it fade to black?]

[Chloe, I know I talked so much trash about you before, but we’re besties now. I’m literally hiding under the bed — just let me watch.]

[The male lead’s dedication to customer service is elite. Max level unlocked.]

[He’d come running if she so much as looked at him. He’s literally volunteering to be a glorified boy toy.]

Nathaniel wore me out completely. He did whatever I told him — no pushback, no questions.

“Baby, please don’t leave me,” he whispered. “I’ll be whatever you want. Whatever you like, I’ll learn.”

“Remember when you used to dress me in your clothes? I’ll wear them again. Whenever you want.”

“Those guys only want your money,” he murmured. “I’ll give you all of mine.”

He’d been silent for years. Now he couldn’t stop talking.

I fell asleep in the middle of one of his rambling sentences. He was still going.

While I slept, he pulled out the keepsake — an old, faded hair tie.

He brushed the damp hair off my neck and tied it back. His fingers were careful, almost reverent.

[OH MY GOD. The hair tie is HERS.]

[He’s liked her from the very beginning.]

[Wait, I remember — in high school, guys used to wear their girlfriend’s hair tie on their wrist to show they were taken.]

[Did he steal her scrunchie back then?]

[The male lead’s afterglow is insane. He’s staring at her like that, and she’s supposed to sleep?]

[Look at that smile. He’s definitely replaying the whole night in his head. This man is in heaven.]

[He was playing dumb the first time. The drug didn’t make him do all that — he wanted to.]

[He is an unhinged obsessive, and I am so here for it.]

After that, something in Nathaniel unlocked. He tried everything to please me in bed.

“It doesn’t matter how hard you try,” I said. “It’s too late.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “As long as it’s me beside you.”

“I’m going to date someone else seriously eventually,” I snapped.

Nathaniel kissed me before I could say anything else. He was clearly seething with jealousy, but when he spoke, he forced his voice into something casual.

“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be the other man. I’ll behave. He’ll never know.”