Like I’m the only one that’s in command
Cause I’m the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man
We all sit silent as she drops in a straddle over my body and slowly lifts her dress over her shoulders. She is wearing a yellow lace bra and g-string that match her dress. Her beautiful tanned body is on display. I immediately press the pause button.
“For my eyes only, boys,” I snap as my eyes flick to them.
“Please tell me you are going over there right now to tell her you want her back,” Cameron sighs.
I shake my head sadly. “No, it’s over between us. You can only come back so many times after being kicked to the curb.”
Adrian frowns. “But you stayed there last night.”
I nod and drop my head in shame. “Yeah, I was a total prick at dinner and made her cry and I just can’t stand seeing her upset. I couldn’t leave her.”
Adrian’s eyes hold mine. “Why do you think that you can’t leave her when she’s upset?”
I shrug as I link my hands on top of my head.
“I know why.” Adrian smiles. “You’re still in love with her.”
With a heavy heart I sigh. “Natasha and I are finished, I can no longer trust her, end of story.”
Adrian
8. 30 am and I sit in the small corner office at the job we start today at Braodtec. I have arrived early to prepare for the day ahead. It’s a poky space with no view, a usual prerequisite of ours when working. I go for a quick walk around the office as I try to locate the kitchen or a coffee machine. This place is a nightmare-how am I supposed to be productive with no caffeine? Six years ago Joshua designed this company’s software for them as one of his first jobs and he signed a contract stating he would be the one to upgrade the systems. Back then signing a contract for future work sounded like a smart choice. Little did he know that he would own a multimillion- dollar company today and that this job would be a massive pain in the ass. It has been on our diary for six months but I couldn’t get Joshua to come to Australia after the Natasha debacle. Now we are here for his grandmother it seems like a good time to cross it off the list. It should take about six to eight weeks if all goes to plan. I start to go through my emails and my phone rings. I look at the screen and the name lights up.
Nicholas Anastas
Shit, what does he want? I haven’t heard from him in six months, since I last avoided his calls. I stare at the ringing phone on my desk for a moment, I frown and press decline. I keep reading my emails as I scratch my head in frustration. I open one from Frank which reads:
Hi Murph
This was in the company email inbox from a Mrs Jones. Not sure what to make of it but I thought I should forward it on to you. The attachment is very interesting?
Keep me posted.
Frank
Frank is one of my PAs in LA. I have three. He liaises with the public and social network platforms and then filters anything onto me that I need to address. The workload is just too great for me to handle alone and Joshua wants nothing to do with it. He has no desire to be the successful millionaire or dominate the world, but his brain has ensured that he does it effortlessly anyway. I deal with the staff, the clients, the workload and Joshua takes care of the tech side of things. He doesn’t mix with the clients or make friendships outside of his close circle. It works well between us, that is except when he breaks up with his girlfriend and then goes AWOL for a month. That is a total nightmare for all concerned.
Mt phone rings again and I look at the screen.
Nicholas Anastas
I roll my eyes and push reject again. Take a hint. I blow out a breath as I click the email open. It reads: ‘Contact me on mrsjones@hotmail. com or the wife gets the lot.’
Shit, my heart sinks. I click on the attachment.
It’s jumbled and the camera is shaking around. I lean in to the screen to listen to the audio. I can barely hear it. It looks as though the camera is attached to something she is carrying. I can see two sets of legs, one obviously hers but the other? It can’t be Joshua-he would never wear track pants around a woman. I press pause as I try to study the screen; is it even Stanton? I narrow my eyes and lean in close as I try to get my bearings. I pick up my phone and ring Ben.
“Hey,” he answers.
“Hi, can you come up here please?” I ask.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I’m not sure,” I answer as I sit back in my seat in concentration.
“See you in a minute,” he sighs.
Ben and the security team have an office on the second floor. They moonlight as computer techs as a cover because the seven of them can’t be in our office with us. It’s just too small. We ensure Joshua has one guard with him at all times. Ben has come in early with me this morning to go over the security of the building. My phone beeps a text and I pick it up and read it: Nicholas Anastas.
I hear you are in Sydney.
I want to see you tonight.
Not now, asshole. I click off the message in annoyance. I press play again. They seem to go into a room and I screw up my face in question. What the hell is this?
Ben walks in. “Hi. What’s up?”
I sit back on my chair as I flick my pen around in annoyance. “Not sure. I think Stanton’s fucked up.”
He crosses his arms in front of him as he rolls his eyes. “Play it,” he snaps.
We watch the two sets of legs start to go upstairs. Ben leans in and turns up the volume so we can hear the sound.
“So what did you say your name is?’ Joshua’s distinct voice is heard.
“What do you want it to be?” she replies and I look at Ben deadpan and he smiles stupidly.
“Original,” I say flatly.
As clear as day, we hear Joshua reply. “My bedroom is this way … Natasha.”
Our eyes widen in shock. “Holy shit, who is this slut and how did she get past security with a fucking camera?” I stammer as I run my hand over my face in horror.
Ben changes his stance nervously as he crosses his arms. “I don’t know-let me find out.”
“She is threatening to send this shit to Natasha. Do have any idea how postal Stanton is going to go when he sees this. He can kiss Natasha goodbye. Why would he even mention her name?” I can’t believe this.
Ben shakes his head. “I don’t know. Let me look into it today and we will tell him tomorrow. Contact her and see what she wants. Try and buy us some time.”
“Christ,” I snap, “I don’t have time for this shit. What exactly do your moronic security team actually do? I expect you to check every female that comes into contact with him for cameras. It’s common sense.”
He swallows nervously. “Hmm, you would think.” With that he walks out of the room.
I blow out a breath to try and calm myself. This is a disaster. Joshua is going to hit the roof.