He can’t help himself and he smirks. “You will do a pole dance for me in a strip club?” He raises an eyebrow in question.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile and I nod. That is without a doubt the stupidest thing that has ever come out of my mouth.
He thinks for a moment and seemingly remembers he is mad with me.
“No,” he replies.
I pull a dejected face. “So I will just wait here for you then?”
“Yes,” he replies.
“So I won’t leave the house and will just sit around and think about you all day then.”
“Yes,” he replies and I see the underlying smile again.
“So I will just masturbate all day then and get my tight pussy so wet and soft that when you get home tonight you can just put my legs over your shoulders and put that beautiful big cock into the hilt.”
He smirks and then breaks into a smile. “Goodbye, Natasha.” He bends and quickly kisses me and heads down the stairs.
I lean over the balustrade rails and watch him walk down the stairs. God, he’s simply delicious.
“Bye, honey,” I call in an exaggerated voice as I do a wave in the air.
He looks back up and I can see that smirk again.
“I will be waiting here when you get home… because I’m like a wife now,” I call as I throw both of my arms in the air and show him my ring. He shakes his head in embarrassment and smirks again.
“I love you, Mr Stanton,” I yell again as he exits the door. I smile broadly to myself and turn and see Cameron standing in the hall watching me.
“What the fuck are you doing, you fruitcake?” He frowns.
I laugh at my stupidity and widen my eyes at him. “Sucking up, what does it look like?” I reply.
He smirks. “Did it work?”
I shake my head. “Nah, he will be cranky again by the time he gets home.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “Like I said, fruitcake.”
I smile and shake my head around like a freak. “Being normal is so last season, Cam. Get with the times. Joshua’s favourite food is fruitcake.”
Joshua
I sit at my desk, swivel slightly on my chair and think. I’m procrastinating. I don’t want to be here today, but then I don’t want to be with Natasha at home either. Adrian is snowed under with staff issues and I am trapped in my office like a mouse. My intercom buzzes.
“Mr Stanton, Mr Stanton is here to see you.” Eliza’s voice echoes through the speaker.
“Send him in,” I reply.
Cam walks in casually. “Hey.”
I sit back in my chair and link my hands on my head. “What’s Tash doing?” I ask.
He smiles as he takes a seat. “What’s it to you? I thought you were off her.”
I smirk. “I am, but I want to know what she’s doing,” I reply.
He frowns. “They were talking about shopping or something equally boring.”
“They are leaving the house?” I ask.
“Um … yeah, so.” He frowns at me like I’m from another planet.
I immediately ring Ben. “What’s up?” he answers.
“Who is with the girls?” I ask.
“Peter and Frank,” he replies.
I frown. Those two are useless. “Can you go home and take them shopping?”
“Oh fuck man, come on,” he replies.
“Max isn’t with them and those two are idiots. I need her safe.”
“Stan, you’re killing me. Stop this nonsense with Max. I am not going shopping and shit all the time.”
I frown. “What’s up your ass?” I ask. I never have to ask Ben to do anything twice.
“Nothing. I am not hanging out with Bridget and the girls that’s all. I’m your guard, not hers.”
I smile and look at Cameron and shake my head. “I’m asking you to guard my future wife, not bone Bridget, although somehow I don’t think you would be complaining if that’s what I was asking.”
“Fuck off man,” he snaps in his heavy accent and I smile.
Cameron narrows his eyes and does his hand in a choking gesture.
“Send the other two here and you and Richard go with the girls,” I reply.
“Fine,” he snaps and then hangs up.
I smile broadly. I’ve never seen Ben like this. I think he actually does like Bridget.
“Are you calling our mother dearest or am I?” Cameron says in a defeated voice.
I tap my foot up and down as I think. “I will. When are you working this week?”
“I am on for the next five days, so in a week’s time would be good,” Cameron replies.
I nod and pick up my mobile and dial the number.
“Hello darling,” she answers.