Chapter 26
Natasha
Cameron walks through the front door carrying the bags. “What the heck just happened? Carson is fuming.”
“Tash just told him to get the hell out.” Adrian smiles.
Cameron’s eyes drop to me in mortification. “Fuck. What did Josh say?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Nothing really.” Actually, that is strange, where is he anyway?
I walk out into the lounge room and head toward the huge staircase that splits in two and turns into two separate staircases from the landing.
My eyes stare at wonder at the opulent room.
It’s so modern, no wonder he didn’t like the last house.
It looks like a museum compared to this swanky pad.
I gingerly walk up the stairs and look left down the massive opulent hallway.
It’s so wide that there are beautiful Balinese benches along the walls outside each bedroom with beautiful hanging pendant lights above them.
It has a real resort feel, although it doesn’t feel like a vacation at the moment.
The light at the end of the hall is on and I hear drawers slamming shut inside.
That must be Joshua’s bedroom. I walk in to find him decked out in training gear and sitting on his bed putting his running shoes on.
I stand at the door and watch him. He’s angry.
I can tell by his body language. His eyes lift to mine and without showing me any emotion they drop back down to tying his shoes.
He can’t be angry at me…surely? I walk over and put my hand on his shoulder, and he shrugs it off.
Joshua
Just fucking go back downstairs before I tell you to fuck off, Natasha. I blow out a breath and try to calm myself. If she thinks for one minute I’m putting up with her shit she’s going to be sadly mistaken. How dare she kick my friends out of my fucking house…if anyone is going.
“Are you mad at me, Josh?” she asks as she runs her hand up my arm. I quickly shrug it off.
I stare up at her. “Is that a joke? I walk into my house to hear you tell my friends to get the hell out. Use your imagination, Natasha. I’m fucking thrilled with you.”
She looks at me as if shocked. “But you said downstairs that this was my house too.”
I frown at her. “It is your house and that’s why I backed you up. But the whole throwing down the gauntlet, I stay if they go shit. What in the hell was that? If the first time I met Bridget and Abbie I told them to get the fuck out of your house what would you say?”
Her face drops. “Carson was rude to Brigetta, Josh. I had to stand up to him.”
I shake my head as I stand up. “Carson is rude to most people, Natasha, and it is my place to pull him up—not yours,” I snap.
“He told me to fuck off, Josh. Please don’t tell me you condone that.”
“He thought you were a bimbo I just picked up. He had no idea you were important. He would never have spoken to you like that if he did.”
She glares at me. “Oh right, how stupid of me. I keep forgetting that you constantly pick up bimbos. You fucking sleazebag!” She storms through to my bathroom and slams the door.
I am not taking this shit for one more minute. I storm downstairs and through to my gym.
En route I pick up my phone to text Carson.
Misunderstanding tonight, mate. I will call you tomorrow.
I blow out a breath. How in the hell do I explain this situation? What a fucking bitch. Who in the hell does she think she is, fucking sleazebag? She has no idea. A text comes back from Carson.
What time is your operation tomorrow?
Huh, what in the hell is he talking about?
What operation?
A reply immediately bounces back.
The one to get the thumb print on your forehead surgically removed.
Fuck. That’s it. I’m fuming. I throw my phone onto the lounge with such force it bounces back onto the floor and I storm to my gym.
I set the pace on high and start to run for my life.
If I stay on here long enough, I might just calm down enough to be able to go to bed.
What I really feel like doing is ringing the boys to come back and pick me up and hitting the clubs where the women don’t speak or call me a fucking sleazebag, or tell my friends to get the fuck out.
But I know I will regret it in the morning.
I always do. I’ve worked too damn hard to get her back here to fuck it up now.
She’s got me between a rock and a hard place, and she damn well knows it.
I’ll stay on this treadmill all night if I have to, anything is better than getting into bed with that raving bitch.
Two hours later, I am exhausted and dripping wet as I leave my gym and head out to the pool.
I strip off and dive in and swim a couple of laps.
It’s good to be home, I’ve missed my house.
I love this pool. It’s a twenty-meter-lap infinity pool at one end and the other end has a beach area for kids and a swim-up bar.
The overhead trees are all lit up with fairy lights and there are ground spotlights scattered everywhere in the garden.
It’s huge, it took them eight months to complete, but I love the whole resort feel going on, and it’s great for entertaining.
I purse my lips, hmm, there’s a question.
Will I ever be entertaining again? I knew my life would be different when I moved back with her, but I didn’t expect the change to be rammed down my throat.
I trudge up the stairs from the pool and grab a towel out of the cupboard and wrap it around my waist. I head to my inside bar to pour myself a Cointreau and ice.
I open a packet of darts and take the bottle and the cigarettes back out to the deck chairs near the pool. I need to clear my head.
I am on my second glass when I am asked from behind, “What are we drinking?” I put my head up and see
Natasha sinking into the deck chair next to me with an empty glass full of ice. She probably wants to grill me about smoking now too. She holds her glass out to me and I give her a small smile and fill it.
“Cointreau,” I reply.
She nods as she takes a sip. “I like it with Coke—do we have any?”
I frown. “You like Cointreau?” I ask, quite shocked.
She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Yes, but with Coke.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I think there is some in the pool bar fridge,” I reply.
She rises from her seat and I watch her walk around the pool and down the steps into the pool bar.
She fills her glass, puts some ice in her cup and walks back around to sit in the deck chair next to me. I look at her as I bite my bottom lip.
“Nice place, Josh, I like it.” I smile, still unsure what to say, and nod.
“I’m sorry about before, you’re right I shouldn’t have told your friends to leave.
They just caught me off guard, that’s all.
I won’t do it again.” I take a sip of my drink as I look straight ahead.
I know I should tell her it’s alright, but I can’t.
It’s as far from alright as you can get.
“Tash, I have been single all of my life,” I reply.
“I know, baby, I forget that sometimes. But I won’t take shit from your friends and you need to talk to them as well.”
“I told you I would but if you could just hold that temper down a bit. It would be very handy.” I smirk at her as I take another sip.
She picks up my packet of cigarettes from the table.
Oh god, here it comes. Another lecture. To my utter amazement she opens the packet and takes one out and lights it.
What the fuck, she smokes. I sit still in amazement as she sits back in her chair and takes another drag.
You could knock me over with a feather. I did not expect her to just do that.
“You smoke?” I ask.
She shrugs her shoulders. “Not really. I probably would though if I knew it wasn’t trying to kill me.”
I smile and nod. For the first time in a while I am seeing her in a different light.
“You?” she asks.
“Same.” I nod.
She smiles as she raises her glass and clinks it with mine. “Let’s not kill each other on our first day. Do you want to call a truce?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I suppose.” I am riveted to my chair as I watch her blow the thin stream of smoke up into the air as her eyes lock on to mine. Why in the hell is that sight so arousing? It’s just so unexpected, sort of good girl goes wild thing going on here.
She picks my hand up and kisses the back of it. “You’re staring.” She smiles. I shake my head and smile into my glass. This woman is a total mindfuck. One minute I hate her, the next thing I want to fuck her into next week. I can’t keep up.
Cameron walks out of the back doors. “Natasha Marx smoking, that’s a little bit hot,” he states as he walks over.
“Shut up, Cam.” She smiles. “Pull up a seat.”
He sits down and takes a sip of his beer. “Am I interrupting?”
I state the word, “Yes.”
At the same time Natasha says, “No. Josh, don’t be an ass.”
I nod as I take another drag of my cigarette.
“What are your plans for the week, Cam?” she asks.
He shrugs. “I suppose go to the hospital and try and check out where I am going to live.”
She nods. “Why don’t you live here with us?” she asks. What the fuck, she wants Cameron to live with us? That’s a new revelation. Cameron’s eyes shoot over to me in question. I already told him if Natasha came, he couldn’t live with me.
“You want me to move in here?” Cameron asks her.
“Yes, why not? I think Josh and I will need someone to referee our fights, don’t you think?” She smirks into her glass as she drains it. Bitch.
“Josh, what are your thoughts on this?” he asks.
“I told you I don’t want Natasha waking up to three strange girls at the breakfast table.” Both he and Tash laugh out loud.
“I’ve only ever done two at a time, idiot,” he snaps. “Three is still a work in progress. I’m working up to it.”