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"president Chester? To what do I owe the call?" I smirked. "I think it’s time we have a talk about one of your models " --- ALEXANDRIA POV I tossed the latest headlines onto my desk, my stomach twisting. "Miss Natasha Romanoff Speaks Out: ‘I Was the Real Victim.’" "Ms. Alexander’s Lies Exposed?" "A Billionaire’s Wife’s Web of Deceit—Who’s Really Telling the Truth?" Every single article twisted the truth in Natasha’s favor. She wasn’t just trying to clear her name—she was trying to ruin mine.

Fuuuuuuuuck. I struggle to calm my jets, adjust my pants and pull her jacket up her arms before she has any clue that I have a massive boner, because right now, she looks like the best kind of sin and I have to stop my head from putting her over the couch and doing things to her I haven’t gotten to do to any woman in years. Natasha is a bed only, missionary, and on a weekend kind of deal. Man, I fucking miss fucking so bad.

Please email me if you have any questions or concerns. Best regards, Natasha Collins Editorial Staff] A huge grin appeared on Dawn’s face. There was also another email from them regarding the other books that she had written. According to them, it has also been selling well. The books: ‘Rebirth Without Shame’ and ‘Vow Of The Stars’ have also done well. Lisa Holloway, the Illustrator, had also sent her a draft of the illustrated version of her first book. Dawn checked every page and was satisfied with her work.

I decided to push the illusion a little farther. “So, Damon’s busy being beautiful,” I said, turning my attention to Natasha. “What about you? What do you do when you’re not terrorizing people in the comments section?” Her eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a flicker of surprise that I’d bothered to ask. “I work in Ashford PR, all the fun ways we spin disasters into opportunities.” “That sounds like something that was made for you. You must love it.” She hesitated, then shrugged one shoulder. “I liked parts of it before my ex decided sleeping with a client was a smart networking strategy.”

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

She was wearing pajamas and a cardigan, her hair loose around her shoulders. "You scared me," I said, pressing a hand to my racing heart. "Sorry," Natasha said, not looking particularly sorry. "I've been up for hours. Jet lag from all the moving around, I think. Or just... everything." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Join me?" I sat down, tucking my legs underneath me. "What are you reading?" Natasha held up the book so I could see the spine. The Count of Monte Cristo. "Seemed appropriate. A story about revenge and redemption and whether the two can ever really coexist."

Hearing him say those words, her cheeks flutter red for reasons she couldn't comprehend as she playfully pinch him. Natash arrived at the office the next day wearing a red halter neck top and a black slit skirt, they were tight on her body and presented her cleavage in the right way. Natash is wearing a gold wrist watch and a gold necklace, today she applied a very light makeup that could barely be seen. Walking into the conference Hall, her four most trusted men were waiting for her. Robert who she met first and the hands behind the computer, Derrick the brain of the company, she had met Derrick when she still had nothing, he was robbed and beaten and was at the point of death when Natash f

he guessed. "Not much." she simply answered. They might speak to each other in a cold manner as if they were testing the boundary on how to speak to each other without strangling each other's throats out of anger or annoyance. "Anyway, since I am here can I get access to the library or kitchen?" Natasha went straight to the point with her cold attitude. "What for?" he coldly asked in return. "Boredom and I'm a doctor, I need books around me." She crossed her arms while leaning at the frame of the window where they were talking.

Carmen took out a book titled Isle of Dogs and began reading from where she had left off while Cassie began pointing out her last visit to New York on her eleventh birthday and she had climbed up the Statue of Liberty. Natasha knew that to be true as she even had a picture of herself standing at the torch the that the sculpture of the woman is seen holding in her right hand. "Must have been fun, I guess," Natasha said. "Wow, I still can't believe you've never been out of Atlanta." "I was born in Hawaii, remember?" added Natasha comically. "Well, do you have any memory of Hawaii?" Natasha turned to face her best friend. "Oh sure, me as a baby knows every corner of that place!"

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.