MasukSpencer's POV "All the products we have on ground have been accounted for. I could remove..." I couldn't hear the rest of the words Natasha was saying as Lilith strode into my private lounge like she owned the place, hips swaying, dressed in her usual shimmering skin tight dress. "Hello," she purred. A little too loudly. My heart shot straight into my throat. Shit.My fingers clicked the mute button faster than my brain could register. If Natasha heard even one full sentence from Lilith... God. Lilith had been unrestrained ever since we went to Grayson's product launch together. She'd become even more touchy and flirty. It was like being seen publicly with me had given her the courage to finally go after what she desired.I felt a headache forming as I remembered the situation that led to me going with her after I had practically begged Natasha to be my plus one."Dante is a fucking asshole." I muttered under my breath,loud enough for only my ears. She leaned on the doorframe, ar
Natasha's POV 'They say it takes twenty-one days to make a habit and ninety days for it to become a permanent part of your life.Do you think I can make your heart flutter in twenty one days? And also become a permanent part of your life in ninety?'I felt the butterflies in my stomach multiply as I read through the note for the nth time since I had received it this morning. The familiar beautiful cursive tugged at every string in my heart.It's been two weeks since the dinner with the girls... Two weeks of them refusing to tell me what they were planning. Two weeks of me anticipating, guessing and overthinking only to come up with nothing. But right now, the wait suddenly felt worth it. I inhaled slowly, relaxing as the scent of flowers wafted into my nose followed by the warm scent of freshly baked dessert. Spencer had always known what strings to pull to win someone over. And right now he was pulling the right strings. Slowly making his way into my heart without startling me.B
Natasha's POV "Mr Robinson is here to see you ma'am," Bethany announced, her brows furrowed and her posture unnaturally stiff. "Spencer?" I asked, unable to wrap my head around why she was being a lot more professional than usual with me. "Let him in.""It's not Mr Reeds," She corrected with a shake of her head. "It's his... Uhm...father." Hearing her words, the hair on my body stood up and my back went stiff.I wouldn't deny what I was feeling, it was fear. Fear for the man who had really made it his life goal to ruin me. Why is he here?"Should I let him in?" Bethany's voice trembled and I knew she was holding so much in and none of it was polite words. I haven't known Bethany for long but I've known her long enough to know how protective of me she can be. She was like that sister I never had even though I recently found out she is one of Spencer's people. "Sorry," she sighed as her shoulders relaxed and she removed her glasses before massaging the bridge of her nose. "I alre
Natasha's POV My brows shot up and goosebumps littered my skin as Florida's hands grabbed my legs while she knelt in front of me. "What's going on?" I asked, my attention focused on Bethany rather than the incoherent, crying mess clinging to me. "I'm not sure ma'am," Bethany shrugged, eyes darting between us, confused and curious. "She came in and said she wanted to have a word with you.""Well, this is not how anyone talks to anyone," I muttered under my breath, my brows scrunched together and my lips thinned out as I reached out to pull Florida up. At first she struggled, holding my legs tighter as if gripping on to her last lifeline. Is this about Derrick going to jail? I hope she knows I can't do anything about it, he did commit those crimes. Once she realized I was the one pulling her up, she let go of my hand, wiped her tears and opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out. It was then that I took in her appearance and good God, she looked the opposite of her usual sel
My eyes stayed glued to the building across the street. 'Morris Winery' written in bold fonts staring back at me. Morris Winery had always felt imposing but right now, it felt suffocating. The building, just like its current owner, has stood the test of time and human challenges. I couldn't take my eyes off the building as several memories danced through my mind. Memories of me looking up to the young Natasha who after losing her parents had to fight amongst corporate wolves just to hold on to what belonged to her. Memories of me wishing I were her when it was rumored she was engaged to the city's most wanted playboy. I remembered how I had both been jealous and happy that Spencer was settling for her. And then came the memory of me gloating at her misfortune when it was announced that their wedding was cancelled.Then the news about her marriage to Derrick that has taken the city by surprise. I remembered saying something about how her life looked like a written script and she w
Chapter 47Natasha's POV "You good?" Jasmine asked as I stepped into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee machine. "Yeah, better than yesterday." I smiled, placing my bag on the counter as I poured myself a steaming cup of coffee. I took a sip, loving how it burned my tongue. "When is the Runway show scheduled for?" I asked as she passed me a plate of egg sandwiches. "We are still deliberating," Jasmine shrugged. "All the dresses are already available and we've picked the theme. If we are going by my plan, we'll have it at the end of the month.""And you are not going by your plan?" "Yes," She said, and the tips of her ears turned pink as she hid behind her coffee cup. "Richard wants to invite some people. And given the standard he's bringing, we'll also have to raise ours."I leaned back, letting my grin grow slowly, spreading into a knowing smile. "Oh really." "It's not like that," she smiled, setting her cup down as she let out a sigh. "What is it like then?" "Wel






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