The reality of the betrayal settled deep into his bones by the time he left the corporate tower.He drove his own car back to the estate that evening. He pulled into the long driveway, the headlights sweeping across the manicured lawns. He parked the vehicle and walked through the heavy front doors.Natasha waited for him in the main living room. A fire crackled brightly in the massive stone hearth. She wore a pair of soft gray sweatpants and a fitted black tank top. She sat sideways on the deep velvet sofa, reading a thick hardcover book.When Alexander walked into the room, she marked her page and set the book down on the coffee table. She offered him a warm, open smile.He crossed the room and sat down heavily on the opposite end of the sofa. He stretched his legs out.She shifted her body, swinging her legs around to drape them over his lap. Her bare toes pressed lightly against his thigh. She reached out, resting her hand on his forearm. Her touch carried an easy, familiar heat.
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