Natasha
“We will have the salmon, thank you.”
“Yes, will that be all?” the waiter replies.
Joshua nods and hands over the menu. “Thank you.”
It’s 8 pm and we have escaped the crowd at our house and are at the back of a swanky restaurant in a curved bench seat. The ambience is dark and romantic with candlelight flickering gently on our faces. I am wearing another of Adrian’s sexy black dresses and sky-high stilettos and Joshua is in his standard charcoal orgasmic suit. The rest of the gang are hitting the clubs tonight and Joshua has taken me on the date alone that I desperately wanted. Our security guards are seated at the front of the restaurant and are eating here too.
Joshua’s eyes flick to me as he tops up my wine glass. “So is this a full-service date?” he asks.
I smile. “Maybe. Depends what the definition of full-service date is.” I take a sip of my wine. Bloody hell, that wine is good shit.
He smirks. “I think you know the definition of full service, my beautiful slut.”
I smile and pick up his hand and kiss the back of it. “Well then, yes, this is a full service date Mr Stanton,” I whisper darkly.
“Have you put any thought into where you want to move to?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders and blow out a breath. “Not really.”
“I was thinking we might move into an apartment for a while,” he says matter-of-factly.
I frown. “Why?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know… privacy.”
My heart drops. I knew he didn’t want to live with the girls. “Does it bother you having the girls staying with us?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No more than it bothers me Cameron living with us.”
I frown. “I thought you liked living with Cameron?”
“I do,” he replies.
“So what’s the problem then?” I ask.
“I like your apartment.”
I giggle as I nearly choke on my wine. “You like my shitty apartment?” I splutter as I wipe my chin.
He smiles and shakes his head. “I know it’s stupid.”
I nod and laugh loudly. “That’s downright ridiculous. What do you like about my apartment?”
He shrugs and smiles. “I like that it was small and cosy, that once we were inside the rest of the world didn’t exist, no guards, no housemates. Just us.”
My heart melts a little and I pick up his hand and kiss it again. “You can say the most romantic things when you want to, my beautiful Lamborghini.”
He smiles as our eyes connect and he runs his thumb over my lip and leans in and kisses me gently on the lips.
“I like your house and I don’t want to move,” I reply as I pull out of his kiss.
He frowns. “I thought we agreed that we would move.”
I nod. “And we will when we have children and settle down. What’s the rush? We have forever, you have a beautiful house and your cars need that garage. I can’t imagine houses like that with those facilities are common.”
He nods as he thinks and sips his wine.
“Why can’t we just stay there and kick everyone else out?” I frown.
“What do you mean?” he asks
“Buy Cameron a house and find an apartment to rent for the girls.”
He frowns. “You would do that?”
“I don’t want them living with us either you know. I’m used to being alone with you and I would prefer it to stay that way,” I reply.
He smiles warmly and grabs my hand onto his lap as he thinks out loud. “Would Bridget be ok? I mean living with Abbie?” he asks.
I frown. “Hmm, actually, on second thoughts we may need to get two small apartments next to each other. Bridget won’t want to live with Abbs alone.”
He narrows his eyes. “Maybe Didge can live with Cam. I don’t want her alone,” he mutters.
I screw up my face. “Um hello, the reason she wouldn’t want to live with Abbie is because she would have to hear sex and I’m pretty sure that the sound effects would be much worse in Cameron’s place.”
“True, good point,” he mutters.
“What’s happening with Ben?” I ask.
“Nothing. I asked him today. He’s not going there with Didge. Said it was too complicated and he couldn’t be assed.”
My heart drops. “Oh, he said that?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, tell her to forget about it. It’s not happening.”
I nod. “That’s shitty. She likes him.”
Joshua shrugs. “How it is.”
He spins his glass by the stem as he contemplates telling me something and after a moment’s silence, I hear the words. “I rang my mother today.”
I stop with my glass midair and my eyes widen. “Oh,” I mutter. This can’t be good.