by T L Swan
“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.
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.
I can’t resist and my lips drop to the part where her neck meets her shoulder and I kiss her gently. “Are you trying to bargain your way out of my anger, Miss Marx?” I run my lips back and forth up her neck.
She drops her head to the side to give me greater access. “Maybe?” she whispers as she smiles into my kiss and runs her tongue though my open smiling lips.
“Maybe?” I repeat. “What does that mean?” I ask as she kisses me more urgently and I feel my cock start to thump as I see our reflection in the window. The sight of her in that lingerie in my office nearly makes me come on the spot. She is standing on her toes to reach me and in the process flexing every muscle in her legs and ass. So fucking hot…
“It means I have a closing argument for you,” she whispers as she tiptoes to kiss my neck. She bites me and goosebumps scatter up my arms.
“What’s the closing argument?” I whisper huskily.
She slowly unzips my pants and without breaking eye contact drops to her knees in front of me. My hands instinctively go to the back of her head.
“I would like you to blow in my mouth,” she breathes and then licks her lips as she frees me from my pants and gently licks up the length of my penis. I run my hand gently over her hair as my cock oozes pre-ejaculate. Fuck, I love this woman.
“And then I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me like you hate me!” she whispers.
I grab a hand full of hair and impale her mouth with my cock.
“Stop talking and start sucking because you are about to fucking cop it.” I growl as I fill her mouth to the hilt and hiss as I pull out, again deeper, and she runs her tongue over the end of me as she pulls out and my eyes close. Fuck, she gives good head. Deeper and deeper she takes me as she fondles my balls and I watch our reflection in the window until I am so crazy with lust that I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t want her mouth, I want inside her. I drag her up by the arm and throw her across my desk and rip her underpants from her body. There she lies… my beautiful kryptonite. I spread her with my fingers so that I can see her beautiful weeping pink flesh and pull her breast out of her bra to get the visual of the whole package. I look up at the door as I realise that it isn’t locked and it only fuels my desire even more. Anyone could walk in here at any moment, and the thought of someone seeing us like this turns me inside out. I pull her apart again and start to stroke myself slowly and vigorously, one… two… three… four… my cock weeps.
Her dark eyes watch me and her back arches off the table. “Joshua,” she begs and I start to run my head backwards and forwards through her until I can hold it no longer and I feed my cock into her hot flesh.
“That’s it,” she whispers as her eyes roll back in her head.
My eyes close as I try to control the orgasm that is hammering up on me. I grab her shoulders with straightened arms for leverage and I let loose: long hard punishing stokes where she can’t speak. Pure desire fills her face, her mouth hangs open and she tries to deal with the brutality of my flesh ripping through hers. I rip her shoes off and bring her feet up to my shoulders as once again my eyes flick to the door. Fuck, we are going to get caught. Adrian will be here any moment. I bring one of her feet up to my face and while my cock works at a piston pace I slowly lick her instep underneath her foot.
“Ahhh,” she cries as she tries to rip her foot from my grip.
My body is now out of control and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. The desk is banging an
d she puts her hand up and clutches at the air as she comes silently around my cock. The muscle contraction is so intense that it doubles me over and I pump her, one… two… three times with my hands wrapped around her shoulders, and I come in a rush into her beautiful hot body. I lean and drop my head to her shoulder as I try to catch my breath, my heart hammering in my chest along with hers.
And she kisses me, the gentle tender kiss that is Natasha. The most powerful gesture in my world is the tender kiss in the afterglow of lovemaking from this beautiful creature. Nothing is more important than this, what we have. I thank god every day that she has come into my life… that she makes me feel like this. I feel myself being overwhelmed with emotion and I close my eyes and my lips instinctively drop to her neck as I try to gather my thoughts.
“You’re totally right. I do give a great closing argument,” she whispers.
I smile broadly into her neck. “Yes, you do.”
“I’m like the queen of closing arguments.” She giggles.
“Shut up.” I smile as I kiss her again on the neck and do up my fly. Then I stand and pull her up into a standing position and quickly retrieve her jacket and put it on her. “Stop seducing me in my office. Anybody could have walked in,” I mutter, disgusted that I lost my head. I bend and pick up her G-string and put it into my pocket.
She pushes me back into my chair and sits across my lap like a child with her arms wrapped around my neck.
“I love you,” she whispers as she kisses me again gently.
I smile and peck her on the lips. “I love you too.”
She starts to do crazy little kisses all over my face and I screw up my face to escape her.
“Does that mean you can take me on a date tonight… just us?” she whispers as she raises her eyebrows in question.
I smirk. “I suppose,” I reply.
She smiles broadly and kisses me again and my office door opens. “I’m out,” Adrian asserts as he puts his head through the door.
“Oh, hi Tash.” He smiles.
She smiles nervously and immediately stands as Adrian flicks me a knowing look.
“Hi Adrian.” She smiles. “Are you ok?” she asks him.
“Yes, mother, I am ok.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
I smile at their interaction. Natasha cares for Adrian and has taken to being a mother hen to him.
“Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?” she asks.
He smiles broadly. “Who’s cooking?”
She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I was hoping you would.”
I stand and shake my head. “You should learn to cook, presh,” I reply.
She smirks. “That’s why I’m marrying you. I need a slave, Stanton.”
I narrow my eyes and slap her hard on the behind. “Behave,” I murmur as I turn and start to shut down my computer. She walks over to the door and starts to talk to Adrian and I finish up for the day.
The thing is, after the day I have had I should be in a much worse mood than I am. Lucky for me my girl knows what I need better than I do and a deep sense of contentment sweeps over me. Having her here with me and on my side is all that I need.
Chapter 7
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.
He watches his glass as he continues to spin it. “Do you want to hear what she had to say?”
Oh shit, not really. “Only if you want to tell me. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it,” I reply.
He nods and takes a sip of his wine and I hold my breath waiting for him to speak.
“She asked me to not ring my father.”
My heart drops. “Oh,” I whisper.
His eyes stay glued to his spinning glass as I watch him.
“Joshua, things sometimes happen.” I frown as I try to articulate my words. “Don’t just look at the end result.”
He looks up at me and frowns. “What do you mean?”
I shrug. “When she told me the story I felt real pity for her and for the first time I saw her as a woman who had made mistakes.”
His eyes watch me and I can hear his brain ticking.
“Nobody is perfect, Josh. Look at us. I broke your heart and then you slept with Amelie and you didn’t mean it to happen.” I shrug my shoulders. “Unexpected things happen sometimes, Josh.”
He shakes his head in disgust and I grab his forearm over the table. “A baby could have resulted from that, Joshua. You and Amelie could have had a baby together very easily and it would have ruined our whole future.”
He fakes a shiver. “Don’t even say that,” he murmurs.
“What I am trying to say is, whatever has happened with your mother I don’t think that it was ever intentional and that she didn’t find out until it was way too late to tell anyone.”
He closes his eyes. “Tash,” he whispers in frustration.
“Just listen to her. Don’t judge her until you know all of the circumstances.”
He shakes his head in frustration and our meals arrive. “Here you are.” The waitress puts our meals down. “Will that be all, sir?”
“Yes, thank you,” Joshua replies.
I give him a sad smile as I rub his forearm again. “Josh, I’m not taking sides on this one. I need to stay out of this because you two will work this out eventually but if she and I fight again I doubt we will get past it.”
He shakes his head as he cuts his fish. “I can’t believe you’re defending her. Don’t bother, she’s a witch.”
