As the doctor treats the kids, Natasha sat at a side. Not believing her eyes. She was still staring at the images that Google provided. This man- Dmitry Pushkin is not only the man she had a one night stand with a year ago but is infact, the CEO of Virgio’s company. The company where she now works.
What sort of a twist of fate is this? Natasha thought. Still trying hard to process everything that had happened in recent times. Did Dmitry know the kids are for him already?
Soon, the doctor was done. He handed over a small paper containing lost of drugs that Natasha was to get for the kids. ‘the kids will be fine in a couple of hours. They are just stressed.”
“Thank you doctor,” Natasha said gratefully and as soon as the doctor became absent, she raised her gaze up at Naomi who was watching on the kids, she asked, “Naomi, did you tell Dmitry you are the kid’s nanny?”
Naomi thought about it and answered, “no. He thought I’m the mother.”
Only then did Natasha sighed. “Good. Good! Let’s keep it that way, okay? I don’t want him to know I’m the mother of the kids.”
Naomi didn’t bother asking Natasha what her reason is, she simply nodded.
Natasha then clenched her fist in rage as she thought about how Ruby and Zara had had her kids kidnapped. She has to put an end to this bully!
The following day was a Sunday when she would be meeting up with Mr. Pushkin. She would tell him she’s the real miracle doctor and expose Ruby and Zara for who they are, then ask of him to help deal with both women while also protecting her. Mr. Pushkin is the head of one of the most powerful families in the city, so most definitely , he has the capability ro grant her all these requests.
By 9PM on Sunday, Natasha stood graciously before her house, waiting for Mr. Pushkin’s head of guard to appear and pick her. The fabric of the beautiful gown she was wearing shimmered under the moonlight.
A Rolls Royce Sweptail appeared and parked just right before her. Kenji stepped out swiftly and quickly went to the side of the door, “please.” He made a polite gesture for her to get in.
Natasha got in swiftly, Kenji couldn’t help but notice how her beautiful hair was swept up in a loose bun plus her alluring fragrance were so refreshing. But he quickly rebuked his observations and soon got inside the driver’s seat. “Her husband must be so lucky,” Kenji thought as he drove.
“Can I play you a song or turn on the radio?” Kenji asked as he drove to the Pushkin’s mansion.
“Don’t bother, thank you.” Natasha answered. She was so nervous that she had her fingers clenched deeply inside her palm. It’s not because she was having dinner with Mr. Pushkin, it was because she had found out that Mr. Pushkin’s first grandson is Dmitry.
Her relationship with Dmitry isn’t so pleasant. She doesn’t ever wants to meet him on any occasions. She didn’t know if Pushkin lives in the Pushkin’s mansion or not but even if he does not live there, what if he decides to come around?
Natasha had all sorts of thoughts going on in her head. The car soon came to a halt at the underground garage of the Pushkin’s mansion.
Before she could even make an attempt to open the door, Kenji had ran swiftly to the door and opened it. Then he began to lead her inside.
“Mr. Pushkin is waiting for you, “Kenji said as they got before the main security door at the entrance.
Natasha understood that he’s not following her in so she said, “thank you, Kenji.”
Once Kenji dissapeared, she breathed in lots of breath afterwhich she placed her slightly shivering hand on the doorknob. Soon, she twisted it open and stepped in with elegance and poise.
The first sight was Mr. Pushkin who was seating at the dinning area, for the dinning area was a bit far from where she was standing. The house was a large one so it was less surprising that the living room is five times an average living room.
She continued to walk closer to Mr. Pushkin. When she almost got to the man, he stood and welcomed her, “my dear daughter, you look so beautiful.”
Natasha smiled, “thank you, sir.”
Then at his gesture, Natasha sat.
She noticed there were all sorts of delicacies on the table that literally looked royal.
“I’m glad you honour my invite,” Mr. Pushkin said.
Natasha wondered if there is anyone in the entire Leaf City that will dare not to honour Mr. Pushkin’s invite. “I’m glad to be here too.”
“How is your health, sir? Is it improving?”
“Oh yes, it is. Thank you so much. Do you like the delicacies before you?”
Natasha glanced at the table once more, it was such a great a sight to behold. Apart from the fact that the table was made of the finest mahogany and polished to a high shine, it was also laid with intricate carvings.
Delicate china plates were beautifully arranged on the sparkling crystal glass tray. And at the center was a magnificent bouquet of fresh flowers, carefully arranged in a crystal vase.
“I can’t wait to taste of it, sir.” She smiled briefly. For some inexplicable reason, she was beginning to feel more and more comfortable around Mr. Pushkin. Wasn’t she supposed to be very nervous, seeing that she was around one of the most powerful man in the city.
Mr. Pushkin checked his wrist watch and mumbled, “where’s this boy?” He looked a little frustrated.
Natasha wondered if someone else is to join them in this table or if he was talking about something else entirely.
Mr. Pushkin looked at her awkwardly, “I know you must be hungry by now but I want us to have this dinner together with my grandson.”
Natasha felt her heart fly off her chest. She practically stopped breathing for what looked like a long time.
By grandson, did he mean Dmitry? Oh no! Wasn’t this supposed to be a dinner between just herself and Mr. Pushkin?
She wanted to rebuke the man but she dared not. ‘Wasn’t this supposed to be a dinner between just the two of us, sir? Why bringing a third party?’ These words were ringing on her head, threatening to fall off her mouth. But out of respect for Mr. Pushkin, she couldn’t utter the words. Plus the last thing she wants is to be on his bad side. For she needed his help.
All of a sudden, the door opened and closed in a loud thud. Natasha turned her head swiftly towards the door for she was backing it before. Her heart sunk into a bottomless abyss when she saw a tall and imposing figure stride in with elegance and power. His sharp deep navy blue suit assenutuated his broad shoulders and trim waist.
His well polished rich dark brown shoe reflected the light like mirrors. Everything about him reflects substance. The more he approached them is the more her heart pound against her chest, an heavy surge of adrenaline coursing through her body.
Soon, he was standing beside Mr. Pushkin, “good evening, grandfather.” His voice was low, powerful and rich.
Why does he always look even more handsome whenever she sees him. Safe to say this is her fourth time of meeting him. First was during their one night stand, second was when she met him two months later at the club, telling him about the sudden and unexpected pregnancy. Third was recently at Woza group of companies, inside the elevator and the forth was now.
She didn’t know why his presence caused such a great reaction to her heart. As his eyes set on her, her heart skipped. She couldn’t bare to look directly at his face, she could only level her eyes on the dinning table that continued to glow with opulence and grandeur.
Dmitry sat with a surprised look on his face. For his father had only persuaded him to a dinner with him, he didn’t inform him this woman would be here. He couldn’t help but wonder what business Natasha has with grandfather. He will find out. He thought to himself.
“I know this came as a surprise,” Mr. Pushkin said, darting his face back and forth between Dmitry and Natasha.
“As a couple, I’m not sure you have had your first dinner,” Mr. Pushkin says.
Natasha raised her face up in shock. Couple? What couple?
“Grandfather, what do you mean by ‘couple?’ I don’t know this woman!”
Natasha felt a little embarrassed at the way she was addressed by Dmitry. If he knows she has twin for him, would he still dare to address her as ‘this woman?’
Mr. Pushkin was taken aback by Dmitry’s words, he looked at him with a frown, “you mean you don’t even know how the woman you married look like?”
Dmitry processes Mr. Pushkin’s words for a few seconds and said, “this wasn’t the woman I married.”
He added, “although I’d only seen the woman I married once but I can still recognize her. It’s definitely not this woman you invite to dinner.”
“But I told you to marry the miracle Doctor? So you went ahead and marry just a random woman?” Mr. Pushkin almost cried in frustration.
“I did marry the miracle Doctor, grandfather.” Dmitry remained calm despite how his grandfather was trembling in anger and confusion.
“But this is the miracle Doctor. She was the one who helped me heal the last two times I was in a coma. Whom did you marry?” Asked Mr. Pushkin in an even louder and stressed voice.