Natasha first of all checked the wardrobe to be sure that there was a befitting cloth for her to wear, but all she saw were different colors of high grade shirts and suits. There was also a section of over fifty ties. All the dresses here were so clean that it felt illegal to wear any of them.
Can she actually pick any of these shirts to wear because it felt illegal to wear them. She opened the second door of the large wardrobe and all that was there were pants of different colors alongside many suit trousers. It seems Dmitry has a spec for suit. Well, he’s a CEO, it would be understandable.
Natasha checked around the room but didn’t see any other clothes available. If he directs her here then definitely, he shouldn’t mind that he will be picking one of these neatly arranged clothes and wearing them. The shirt may work but she’s not sure if the trouser. There’s no way she will have the same waist as Dmitry Pushkin.
She then proceeded to bathe. Afterwards, she stepped out and went to wear one of the shirts. Soon, she was already wearing an oversized purse white shirt and a trouser that couldn’t stay on her waist. She had searched around for a belt but couldn’t find it.
Out of frustration, she pulled off the trousers and sat on the bed. The oversized shirt reached half of her lap anyways.
The door opened at this moment and Dmitry appeared. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and white pant trouser. He looked cute.
“Hey.” Natasha greeted uncomfortably. Not only was she not wearing a trouser, she was actually not wearing a pant. She wondered if this is how she’ll go home. “The trouser couldn’t fit me, I think I need a belt.”
Dmitry couldn’t take his eyes off her laps. He didn’t know why the laps were so tempting. And even worse, his manhood seemed to be reacting. He thought he was dead to all these things, he didn’t know he still has the hormones hidden on the inside of him. He had always assured himself that even if a lady strips naked before him, he can’t be moved.
But Natasha here only has her laps revealed and he was already having erotic thoughts. He took her eyes off his lap and set it on her cute, clean and fresh face. Although she didn’t apply any make up, she looked like a goddess. Everything around her looked serene and calm.
“You don’t need a belt.” Dmitry said.
Natasha furrowed her brow, “but I can’t go home like this.”
“You don’t have to go home tonight. You can go tomorrow morning, by then, a new female cloth if your size would have arrived.” Dmitry said.
Natasha furrowed her brow, “but tomorrow… Tomorrow is Thursday, I need to wake up early and go to work.”
“No one will question you. It’s my company!” He assured her.
She nodded, not wanting to argue with him any further. Her kids … She doesn’t like to go an entire day without seeing them. But how will she tell him that she wants to see her kids when she has denied that the kids are for her.
She eventually concluded that it’s just a night.
“I guess I’ll sleep here.”
“I guess so,” Dmitry answered, making Natasha a little confused. Dmitry then said to her, “stand!”
Natasha stood, she instinctively glanced at her laps and saw that half of it was revealed. It wasn’t that she had not seen it before, it’s that she’s more conscious of it now. She even reflexively drawled the shirt she was wearing down, as if it was a rubber that can pull beyond its original length.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes on her hands that were at the edge of the shirt she was wearing.
She shook her head embarrassedly, “nothing.”
She managed to say after a few seconds, “it’s just that… the cloth doesn’t cover…” Her voice failed to produce another word after that.
He took a giant step closer to her and asked, “your laps?”
Natasha felt even more embarrassed yet she nodded. Her cheek had turned bloody red and she could feel a growing heat between them. She had her head lowered, wondering if what’s going on in her head is about to happen.
Will he suddenly push her against the wall, lock his lips in hers and fuck her mercilessly like it is in many romance books? Natasha remembered that the man doesn’t even like opposite sex.
But then again, it seemed she’s different. But did she want to be fuck? That she can’t say. Did she want to be pushed against the wall and eaten out? That she can’t answer but did she want him, that may be a yes.
He took another step closer, this time, Natasha was finding it hard to breathe. Her legs were almost shivering. Different imaginations keep coming to her head. Did he even like her? That’s a difficult question to answer but at least he didn’t hate her. That’s easier to know cause he had shown up for her in her darkest times.
He placed his right hand under her chin and she felt a huge current of electrons through her chin and spreading across her body in a few seconds. As he lifted her chin up, her heart was thumping like she had an heart attack.
After raising her head up, in such a way that she can now look up to his face directly, Natasha still tried to avoid his gaze.
“Look into my eyes!” That was a command. She raised her brow and looked into his almond shaped emerald eye. They were the most beautiful set of eyes she had ever seen. His eyes were mysterious yet, it seemed she wanted to stare into them all day.
Then he adjusted the position of his hand. At first, his fingers were merely under her chin but now, his fingers were grasping her jaw.
“How painful was it?” He asked. While Natasha was trying to make a meaning of his questions, he further explained. “When you caught Huxley cheating on you. What was the feeling like?” Then he let go of her jaw.
Natasha swallowed and instantly had an aching heart at the thought of Huxley’s betrayal. “We were deeply in love, or so I thought. But I knew I was madly in love with him. He bought me many sweet things, took me out to different fun places and would do anything to make me happy. Our parents had already concluded we were going to marry but our engagement must be done first.”
Natasha had tears streamed down her left eyes, “on this fateful day, I went to pay him an unexpected visit. I had prepared his favorite food for him. I didn’t expect that I’ll meet him fucking one of his employees. And they were doing it right in his office.”
She laughed painfully, “After catching him red handed, instead of taking responsibility, he even blamed me, claiming I was the one that refused to have sex with him.”
“And it’s not that I refused to have sex with him, it’s that I told him to wait until after our wedding. I was willing to start having sex with him once our marriage had been formalized and it was an agreement, never heard him complain about it.”
She cleaned the tears streaming out of her left eyes but another came from her right eye. “How do I feel?” She glanced at him, “I feel terribly hurt. I was heartbroken. I did something I was not supposed to do. I went wild and crazy.” She could not tell him that she had a one night stand with him then. As it was one of the crazy things she did after the so painful heartbreak.
She had never imagined herself ever having a one night stand with any man. She was too morally conscious for that but it happened, and it led to her being a single mother.
Dmitry nodded quietly then he said, “you look good this way.”
Natasha looked at herself one more time, her laps glaring, she could only nod and say, “thank you.”
He sat on the bed and gestured for her to sit right beside him, to the extent that their laps were touching each other, only that Dmitry’s laps were covered with his trouser, “if my mom ever recovers again, then everything I’ve done for you will be worth it.”
Confidently, Natasha said, “she will.” She quickly added, “Do you mind me asking why you hate women?”
“I know your family members are excluded but for women who aren’t blood related, why did you have so much disgust for them?” Natasha asked, hoping her question doesn’t make him angry.
“A series of experiences lead to it.” He answered well to Natasha’s surprise. “Not in the right frame of mind to delve into it.” He glanced at her, “sleep well.”
Then he stood. Natasha almost held his big palms, for he didn’t want him to leave. The night was quiet and their conversation seemed so calm.
Natasha stood and asked, “are you going to sleep?”
This time, Dmitry had almost reached the exit. He turned to her and answered, “it depends.”
Natasha sighed, “maybe you can take me on a stroll?” She tried her luck. Her heart thumping as she made that request. Walking in a stroll with the most powerful man in the city… Natasha wondered how it would look and feel like should he accept.
Dmitry checked his wrist watch, he was actually going to attend a zoom meeting with executives of one of his foreign companies. “Okay.”
Natasha exhaled, glad that he didn’t reject her. Then she walked swiftly towards him. She even almost fell out of nervousness but he was quick to catch her, mumbling, “careful.”
Natasha nodded, staring into his cute emerald eyes. They were soon out of the building and were now taking a walk inside the estate. For the building was situated inside the most expensive hotel in the city.
Since Dmitry wasn’t uttering a word, Natasha wondered if she could start a conversation, “I wish to know more about you.” For Dmitry was so mysterious, the media obviously didn’t know him and hence, only wrote about who they think he is.
“What do you wish to know,” came his response.
Natasha suddenly began to feel cold, that was because of the kind of shirt she was wearing. Since she wasn’t even wearing trouser, there were goosebumps all over her laps.
As if Dmitry knew, he paused and turned to her, although she was trying to hide it, he could tell that she was cold. Then he carried her like a father would carry a baby, her two legs wrapped around his back and her head buried gently on his shoulder. She felt so warm on him but what’s even more strange is that she wasn’t wearing pants. With the way her legs were widely separated around his chest, it’s only a matter of time before the juice in her flows out and wets his shirt. Nonetheless, she remained on him, enjoying this beautiful moment.