My heart drops at her calling me that. “Hello,” I reply. I close my eyes as dread fills me and Cameron stands and walks to the large windows. He stands with his back to me as he stares at the view and listens.
“I’ve organised my plane to pick you up in a week,” I reply flatly.
“Darling, it doesn’t suit me next week. I have things on,” she replies.
I narrow my eyes in contempt. “Change your plans,” I snap.
“Joshua, is something wrong?” she asks.
“You tell me,” I sneer.
She remains silent and Cameron turns to face me, looking ill.
“Cameron and I have a small matter we need to discuss with you.”
“What is it?” she replies.
“Our paternity,” I reply flatly.
The phone goes silent and you could hear a pin drop.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she whispers nervously and I sit back in my chair.
I narrow my eyes at Cameron. “Ok, if you don’t know anything about it I will ring Dad and he can fill us in,” I sneer sarcastically.
“No! Joshua, please don’t ring your father,” she pleads.
I shake my head at Cameron as my blood runs cold… it’s true. Everything we feared is true.
“I don’t know what she has told you, Joshua, but it’s not true. You know you can’t trust anything that comes out of that woman’s mouth.”
I stand in a rush as my anger hits crescendo. “That woman is about to become my wife!” I scream.
Cameron’s hands fly to his head in a panic.
“Do not dare disrespect Natasha!” I yell. “This is your doing, not hers, and I will not have you slander her one more fucking time!”
“Joshua,” she whispers.
“Be ready for my plane!” I scream and then anger steals my ability to speak and I hang up.
I put my elbows on my desk and my head into my hands.
“That went well,” Cameron mutters.
I nod, too angry to speak. I can’t believe she tried to turn this on Natasha. Typical.
“Fuck, what did she say when you mentioned Dad?”
“She panicked and said please don’t ring your father,” I reply.
Cameron shakes his head. “So it’s true.”
I nod. “Unfortunately Cam, I think it is.”
It’s 4. 45 pm and I am just going through my emails for the day when my intercom sounds.
Eliza speaks. “Mr Stanton, Miss Marx is here to see you.”
I smile. The crazy bitch won’t take a hint. “Send her in,” I sigh.
The bodyguard opens the door and she walks in wearing a black coat, her high heels clicking on the marble tiles. She smiles warmly and her dimples immediately defrost my anger. Just the sight of my precious girl makes my neck tight and I crack it to release the tightness.
“Hello baby,” she smiles.
“Hello.” I smile defeated, she’s not going to let me fight with her, and it’s strangely comforting.
“I wanted to come and see where you work.” Her eyes flick around the office.
I smirk as I sit back in my chair. “Did you now?”
She nods again and her eyes look around the room and up to the ceiling. “Your office is very nice.”
I frown, not understanding what she is doing.
“Are there cameras in here?” she asks.
I smile. “No.”
She bites her lip nervously. “I thought I would come and show you what I bought today.”
I raise a brow in question.
She drops the coat and my eyes drop down her body. She is in a black suspender belt, lace bra and G-string… fucking Perfection.
She holds her hand out and I take it in mine as I stand. She does a twirl on the spot and I feel my cock harden. “You like, Mr Stanton?” she asks.
My eyes hold hers and I reply. “I do.”
“I know that you’re disappointed in me but I’m not letting your mother come between us again.”
I smirk.
“Do you want to be friends?” She raises an eyebrow in question as she places her hands on her hips.