In Lust With Her Father's Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Natasha's POVI exhaled. Leo was still standing in front of me... squarely in my way, grinning, despite the fact that my expression was as flat as a pancake."Are you good, Tasha?" He asked, taking a step even closer.My brows raised. "Tasha?""Yes," he chuckled lazily, standing right in front of me, so close he caged me against the elevator wall."Tasha, or Tash," he went on, teasing me, his tone light and annoying. “I've never heard anyone shorten your name. Anyway…" he winked. "I'm not just anyone, so..."My upper lip twitched. “Congratulations,” I scoffed dryly, like he just cracked a boring joke.He smirked, clearly unfazed. "Have dinner with me, Tasha." He raised his hand to touch my face, but I caught his wrist midair, shooting him a look. I dropped his hand and stepped away, rudely brushing past him."First of all,” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Get it into your thick skull— I'm not interested in you. And I want nothing to do with you. Really," I scoffed, my jaws tightenin

NATASHA.I stood in front of the company - his company - the cuff links he left at the table the night before in one hand, my brown handbag in the other. My heart thudded in my chest and I didn’t know if what I was planning was a good idea. Through the dinner, he had acted like I didn’t exist. What if he didn’t leave the cuff links behind as I thought and he had genuinely forgotten them? Wouldn’t that be me embarrassing myself in front of him, proving to him once again that I was an idiot?I clutched the items tightly, my mind racing with the possibilities that could be if there was just even a tiny chance that I was right and the items were not left behind by mistake.With determination clouding my judgement, I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart and began to walk in the direction of his office, noting casually how everyone minded their business even though they paid me one or two glances. When i got to his office, I stopped directly in front of his secretary, Angela, and ta

NATASHA."Hello?" He called into the phone again after ten seconds of no response."Hello," I answered, twerking my voice a little."Tasha?" His surprise was evidence.Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!I cursed in my head when I remembered too late that he had my number and I couldn't possibly tell him that I was the face behind the blog. I grabbed my phone away from my ear, ready to cut him off. On second thoughts, I decided against it."I just called to let you know that I would never disturb you again!" I yelled into the phone."Ta--" He began, but I clicked the end call button, cutting him off. Once I let the phone down from my ear, I breathed in relief. My cover was still intact, but how was I going to communicate with the man now without having to give my identity away.Not that I wasn't proud to let him know I was the one he inboxed, but I was scared he would only pull away again once he learnt about my identity. I didn't want that to happen."Think, Natasha, think," I urged myself, slapping t

NATASHA. I blinked repeatedly as his words sank into my brain. I knew I heard him right, but it still felt like my mind was playing tricks on me."But I'm not yours," I finally let put, my eyes blazing with fire.The subtle challenge my words carried was not missed on either of us. A small part of me wanted to know... to see what he would do about it. We kept staring at each other for over a minute until his eyes flashed with such an intensity I knew something had snapped in him.He stepped closer to me, his eyes still burning. He leaned in until his face was crested at the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes, eagerly waiting for what would come next. I felt him breathing in my perfume - the most expensive one I owned and rarely sprayed - before his sigh of contentment came. And just like that, he took a step back, away from me. I opened my eyes to look at him, and all the traces of desire were erased from his face. I blinked, my mind in a haze over how someone could have so much contr

NATASHA.The city looked nothing like home. It was brighter and louder. Glass buildings stretched toward the clouds as though they were daring the heavens to stop them. From my hotel window, I could see the skyline glimmering like a promise I didn’t believe in.I told myself this trip would be about work. About keeping things professional. About forgetting everything that had happened between me and Dougal Wilde.Easier said than done.Every time I turned, I saw him. Not because he was near, but because my mind refused to let him go. His name was carved behind every heartbeat, his face haunting the edge of my thoughts.He, on the other hand, seemed to have mastered the art of pretending I didn’t exist.At the project site, he spoke to me like a colleague. Polite. Controlled. Not a single flicker of emotion. If his eyes lingered, it was for less than a second. If his tone softened, it was gone before I could be sure it had even happened.I should’ve been grateful. That distance should