I sit at my desk with my heart pumping hard in my chest. Never have I been so enraged. So hurt. I feel sick to my stomach.
Cameron walks back in, quietly closes the door behind him and sits down on the chair at my desk. His haunted eyes meet mine. “Did you have to call her a whore?” he growls. “I don’t want you speaking to her like that.”
“If the name fits,” I mutter under my breath. I take out my phone and scroll though my contact list until I get to a name that I now despise: James Brennan.
I dial the number and it rings.
“James Brennan,” he answers. My eyes narrow. I have only ever had respect for this man… yet another lie in my pitiful life.
“This is Joshua Stanton,” I reply.
“Hello Joshua,” he says jovially. “To what do I owe this pleasure, young man?”
“You have seven days to repay my six million dollars or I am going to the police to have you charged with blackmail,” I sneer.
He stays silent on the other end of the line as he thinks.
“I will email you the bank account to put it into,” I reply coldly. What kind of man sleeps with his best friend’s wife?
“I could destroy her,” he growls.
I close my eyes in regret. “You already have.”
It’s 7 pm and I have been stalling at work as I try to calm myself down before I go home to my girl. I don’t want to be angry around her. This isn’t her fault and my mother has caused enough discomfort for Natasha for this lifetime. I stand in the lift to our floor at the Montage in Beverly Hills and to be honest I am looking forward to having my own space with Natasha. This roomy thing is getting on my nerves. I have two guards with me and I know Ben has stepped up security again. Who was it that broke into my house last night? I just wish we had confirmation that it was a random robbery gone wrong and then I will be able to relax again.
We get to our floor and walk down the corridor where I see a guard outside each of the rooms, obviously where the girls and Cameron are. This is ridiculous and I feel my anger rising again that we all have to live like animals in a petting zoo.
Ben hands me a card which I swipe and enter. “Thanks,” I mutter as I close the door and I turn and see her. Instantly a smile comes to my face.
Natasha is wearing a white robe and her hair is in a messy bun. She is makeup free and breathtaking.
She leans up onto her toes and puts her arms around my neck. “Hello, my beautiful Lamborghini,” she purrs as her lips meet mine, then she undoes her robe and lets it fall to the floor.
I smile. “Now that’s a greeting I like.” I bend and inhale her scent deeply. Being with her makes me feel instantly at ease.
“We are alone in an apartment so we won’t be needing clothes.” She smiles.
I grab my tie and start undoing it. “Good.” I smirk.
A knock sounds at the door. “Room service,” someone calls from the other side and I roll my eyes as Natasha dives for her robe.
She quickly redresses and opens the door. “Please, this way.” She smiles as she gestures with her hand to the table. My eyes flick around the apartment. This is nice. Very old Hollywood. I walk to the bedroom and check it out. Mmm, I could live here. The room attendant puts down five trays on the table while another brings in a bottle of champagne and an ice bucket and opens the bottle. My eyes flick to Natasha in gratitude. She knows me better than anyone. I give her a wink and the waiters all leave the room.
Natasha pours me a glass of champagne and passes it to me as she gently kisses my lips.
“I got you dinner, baby.”
I smile softly. “I’m not hungry, presh. You eat it.” I sit down at the table.
Her face falls. “I know you haven’t eaten today.”
I smirk. “How do you know that?”
“Because I know you. You can’t eat when you are stressed,” she replies softly.
My eyes drop to the salmon on the plate. I could think of nothing worse than eating that right now.
I blow out a deep breath. “Tash,” I whisper sadly.
Her face falls and she comes over and sits across my lap like a child and wraps her arms around my neck. “Please, just eat it.” She pulls a cute face. “For me?”
I drop my head.
“Josh, I know it’s hard to see the forest for the trees at the moment. This is overwhelming, but you need to know that even though everything outside this room is a nightmare…” She kisses me gently and I feel myself melt a little. “What’s in here… ” She puts her hand on my heart. “Between us… is so pure and so perfect that it counteracts anything negative in our lives. I love you so much Josh and we are so blessed to have each other.” She kisses me again. “It doesn’t matter what goes on out there… because we have perfection in here,” she whispers.
I pull her close to me and smile into her neck as I inhale deeply. I love this woman.
“And I have a surprise for you if you eat.” She stands and goes back to her seat opposite me.
I raise my eyebrows. “A surprise?” I ask.
She takes a bite of the bread roll she has just buttered and hands it to me.
I take it. “What’s the surprise?” I ask.
“I thought I would give you a two-hour massage when we are finished.” She raises an eyebrow in question.
I smirk and grudgingly pick up my knife and fork and start to eat my dinner like the pussy-whipped man that I am. She is right… as usual. I need to get some perspective on this situation and not eating will not help.
I smile at the beautiful woman sitting across from me and she smiles back. “Thank you,” I murmur as I place my cutlery back onto my plate. I lead her into the bathroom and am blessed with the site of a double-massage table in the centre of the bathroom surrounded in darkness and lit only by candles. God, she knows me well. I need this tonight.
I slowly undo her robe and it falls to the floor, my eyes drop to her lips as my hand drops instantly to between her legs. I don’t have it in me for foreplay tonight. I want to fuck… and I want to fuck hard.
Her head throws back as I impale her with two of my fingers. I need all of her. Tonight’s the night I’m taking it. Blood rushes to my cock at the thought and I bite my bottom lip to stop my hips from pumping by themselves.
“Shower,” she whispers.
Hmm, I inhale deeply as my lips drop to her shoulder and I kiss her gently. I lick from her collarbone to her neck and up to her jaw. Natasha’s eyes close and she throws her head back.