LOGIN{Third person's pov}Natasha walked closer to him and tip toed herself before joining their lips into a soft, passionate kiss, her hands coiled around his neck.He was taken aback at first but then his hands found the small of her waist and pulled her closer.Her hands travelled to his hair and pulled him closer to deepes the kiss. Once she was out of breath she broke the kiss and stared right into his eyes."I don't know what's right or wrong, but I know one thing for sure... that I enjoy being around you." She whispered.A small smile laced his face and he picked her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest as he walked upstairs.He opened the door of a room and that room was dark, golden. black and red aesthetics. The room complimented Ethan's personality.He gently placed her down on her feets. "I know you have face a lot of hardships but all I want is to make you fell cherished." He said and Natasha stared into his eyes.She couldn't stop herself and joined their lips again
{Third person's pov}The morning remained awkward, att least for Natasha while Ethan, annoyingly, seemed perfectly fine.He was standing in her kitchen making coffee as though spending the night in her apartment was a completely normal occurrence.Meanwhile Natasha had spent the last ten minutes hiding in the bathroom and questioning every decision she had made in the previous twenty-four hours.Including the kiss, especially the kiss, when she finally emerged, Ethan handed her a mug. "Coffee."She accepted it. "Thank you" "Natasha." She looked up and immediately knew something serious was coming. Ethan only used that tone when he had already made up his mind about something.Which was rarely a good sign, her stomach tightened."What?" Ethan set his own mug down.Then leaned lightly against the counter, he seemed to be choosing his words carefully, which made her even more nervous. "About last night."Natasha immediately wanted to disappear. "Can we not...""We should." The interrupt
{Third person's pov}Natasha knew it was going to be a bad day the moment she opened her eyes, a very bad day.The kind of day where even breathing felt like work.A sharp cramp twisted through her lower abdomen and she immediately groaned, pulling the blanket over her head. "No."Another cramp hit. "Absolutely not." She wasn't getting out of bed, she wasn't going to work.She wasn't doing anything, her phone buzzed somewhere on the nightstand and Natasha blindly reached for it.Three messages from her manager, a reminder about today's shoot.Natasha stared at the screen for three seconds before typing, 'Not coming. Dying. Sorry.'Then she turned off her phone and buried herself under the blanket again, a completely mature response.Hours later, she was curled up on her couch, heating pad pressed against her stomach.She looked like a disaster and she felt worse, her phone remained ignored on the coffee table buzzing every now and then.At some point she fell asleep, only to be startl
{Third person's pov}Natasha made a decision, it was a terrible decision, a completely unreasonable decision, an emotionally immature decision and she committed to it wholeheartedly.She was going to stay away from Ethan Ramos not because he was dangerous, not because of the mafia thing, not because of the secrets.But because Maya was right and Natasha hated that Maya was right because now that the thought had entered her head she couldn't get rid of it.You like him, no, absolutely not.She had already fallen in love with one Ramos brother, look how well that ended and she wasn't making the same mistake twice.Which was why, on Monday morning, Natasha spent twenty minutes hiding behind a makeup artist because Ethan happened to walk into the studio.The makeup artist was very confused and Natasha was not proud of herself. "Are you hiding?" the woman asked."No." Natasha replied and the makeup artist replied. "You are literally crouching.""I'm stretching." Natasha said and the makeup
{Third person's pov}Natasha didn't sleep, not properly, every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph.The old charity event, the crowded room, the younger version of herself and Ethan standing in the background.Years before they had ever met, years before Evan, years before Ramos Media became part of her life.The more she thought about it, the less sense it made.By morning, she was done waiting for answers, she wanted them directly from the source, so she drove to Ramos Media and ignored every instinct telling her to calm down first.The receptionist barely had time to greet her before Natasha marched toward the executive floor, several employees greeted her.She didn't hear a single one, her mind was elsewhere, specifically on one man.When the elevator doors opened, she walked straight toward Ethan's office without knocking.The door swung open and Ethan looked up from his desk, his expression remained calm until he saw her face.Then he immediately knew something was
{Third person's pov}Natasha should have gone home, that was the sensible thing to do.Ethan was busy, the meeting was over, the campaign documents were signed, there was no reason for her to stay.Yet something about that phone call bothered her, the expression on Ethan's face, the newspape, the coded conversation, none of it felt normal.She was walking toward the entrance when she realized she'd left her phone in Ethan's office."Great." she muttered, turning around, she headed back through the mansion, the hallways were quiet.As she approached the office wing, she heard voices again, not Ethan's, several men.Natasha slowed, the office door was partially open, just enough for her to see inside and what she saw made her stop breathing.Six men stood inside the room, bodyguards, real bodyguards, the kind she had only seen in movies.And standing at the center of them all was Ethan, the room felt different.Nothing like the man she had lunch with a few days ago, one of the men place
{Third person's pov}The apartment was quiet when Evan returned that evening. He loosened his tie as he walked inside and then he froze.A suitcase sat in the middle of the living room, another beside the door and Natasha was kneeling on the floor, folding clothes into an open bag.His stomach drop
{Third person's pov}Evan woke up irritated, the feeling followed him throughout the morning. Natasha hadn't come back to their bedroom.When he left for work, the guest room door was still closed, when he returned for lunch, it was closed again.She wasn't avoiding the apartment, she was avoiding
{Third person's pov}The photoshoot ran longer than expected. By the time Natasha left the studio, it was almost midnight.The city streets were quieter now. Most of the crew had already gone home. She walked toward her car, exhausted.The moment she reached it, she frowned. One tire was completely
{Third person's pov}The drive home was quiet. Evan often worked during car rides, answering messages, checking reports, reviewing schedules, Tonight, he wasn't.His phone lay face down beside him. And that was somehow worse.Natasha kept her eyes on the city passing outside the window. She could f







