Synopsis Of The Party Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

And for a long time, the couple remained like that. __ Since the party was starting to die down, Alec and Natasha had decided to go home first, at least after having a nice chat with Ronald, Alec's father. Natasha had observed, Ronald wasn't a bad person, he was encouraging and nice, and didn't even seem like one who had just lost his wife and daughter to a shocking news. That was the society of rich people, no one cared about feelings anymore, it's either marriage of convience, or a fixed contract marriage.

A family that was ready to fight for each other through trials and tribulations, overcoming problems together and eventually coming out of them stronger. After the noise died down, the party continued in full swing. It was filled with dancing, music, laughter, food, drinks and the conversations were going on smoothly. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed something… odd. Natasha. Her body was tense as she stood in the corner of the room that was farthest to us. She was acting funny and she had a scowl etched in her face as she stared off into the distance at something- or rather, someone.

one man said as he looked at the person who spoke before him with disdain. He then picked up a glass of wine from the table and said, "This is the most extravagant party that Oceanville has seen in ages." …… Outside the main entrance, Natalie was getting out of the car with her elegant dress hiked up to her ankles gracefully. One of her hands rested lightly on Joshua's arm while her expression betrayed the excitement she was feeling. Coming to the party was a rare opportunity that she had to fight tooth and nail for. She had to make the best of it while she could!

"Hug me back you idiot " "I promised to be here." I chuckled and wrapped my hand around her waist. She hummed in approval. "The party started one and half hours ago and I wasn't able to reach you. So I thought you bailed on me." She explained as she pulled out of the hug and held my hand pulling me into the backyard. "Everyone, Natasha is here!" She announced. "Come let me introduce you to everyone you've not me." I watched as Spencer's gaze shifted from the grill then towards me. His eyes raked my body for a brief second before darkening.

Marcus tried to pull me toward the exit. "No." I yanked my arm free. "I want to hear this." On stage, Natasha pulled out a remote. Clicked. A screen descended behind her. Images began to flash. "Ladies and gentlemen," Natasha's voice rang out, triumphant and cruel. "Let me tell you about Elena Sterling's real past..."

And control was everything. Natasha forced a small smile. "Nothing." For the first time since she'd known him, she lied. And for the first time, Evan didn't know it. Natasha was curled up on the sofa when she saw it. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. Just scrolling. A habit more than an action. Then a familiar photograph appeared on her screen. The party. Her thumb stopped moving. A business magazine had posted an article about the event. The headline sat beneath the picture.

Women any man would be proud to present beside him. I had forgotten most of their names, None of them interested me long enough to remember. Then there was Natasha Berlin. Our meeting at the party could have easily been our first and last encounter, Under normal circumstances, it should have ended there. A woman rushing away from an unpleasant situation. A collision. Spilled champagne. A brief apology then separate paths but fate, it seemed, had other plans.

"And so thin. Are you eating enough? I know how stressful it must have been these past couple of days. And… living with a man like Kieran Westfield." The way she says his name, like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth, makes my jaw clench. She has no idea what she's talking about, but then again, she never has. Before I can answer, the sound of heels on marble announces another arrival. Natasha appears at the top of the grand staircase like some twisted version of Cinderella. She's wearing a flowing sundress in pale pink with her hair perfectly curled and cascading over one shoulder. "Well, well." Natasha descends the stairs with grace, one hand trailing along the banister. "Look what the cat

She muttered, "I-I need to use the restroom." … The ragged breathing of a man and the erotic moans of a woman filled the air of a dimly lit lounge on the second floor. Jacob turned the woman around and carried her to the desk by the window. Holding her tightly from behind, he moved his hand up her thigh and lifted the hem of her dress. "Jacob, don't—" begged Natasha in a trembling voice. From where she stood, she could see the guests mingling with each other and raising glasses at the party.

Well, the slight throbbing between her legs and her peaked nipples means she knows what she wants to do--and as her mind try to calm her down, thinking about how terrible idea it is to slip her fingers underneath her shorts not while someone still holding her, He seems to know her thoughts because Daniel snuggles closer and she can feel the length of him against the curve of her ass. The hard length of him. Natasha’s mouth goes dry. God, this cannot be happening. As much as she wants to, she can’t sit here and grind herself against Daniel no last name morning wood. Such a shame though. She kinda wants to. Natasha shakes her head. Focus, her mind supplied. At that time, she can hear the chang