I turn and frown. “What out in the country… with the horses?” Is he kidding?
He nods matter-of-factly and swigs more protein.
/> I shake my head. “No.”
He frowns. “What do you mean no?”
I widen my eyes at him. “No, I am not moving to the country. I want to live near Adrian and I want to party…in LA.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Party?” he questions, affronted.
I nod. “Aha, I’m only twenty-five, Joshua. I can think of nothing worse than being locked on a farm while you ride around on frigging horses like Captain America.”
“Captain America doesn’t ride a horse,” he mutters.
I roll my eyes in response. “I’m sure he did,” I snap.
“We are moving to LA, you are buying me a new house and then when we are old and have two …” I hold up two of my fingers to accentuate my point, “two children, I will move to Willowvale … and not a moment before.”
He narrows his eyes again. “Listen here …you will leave when I damn well say and if you think you are moving to LA to run amok you have another thing coming. I won’t stand for it. And we are having six children!”
I walk over to him and smile as I rub my hand over his penis through his suit pants. He closes his eyes and leans back to give me access.
“You know Joshua baby,” I whisper as I smile into his neck.
“Hmm,” he smiles.
“I can be very persuasive when I want to be.” I smile and lick my lips as I unzip his suit pants. He lies back onto the bench on his elbows, and his eyes watch my mouth intently.
“Hmm,” he sighs.
I slowly slide his pants down and give him one long lick up the length of his shaft. “You see, I know I have something that you need and I’m prepared to bargain with it to get my own way,” I whisper as I smile and lick him again.
He smirks. “Bitch,” he whispers.
There is a knock at the door and Joshua jumps up in a start. “Piss off,” he snaps.
I smile as I lick my lips and head for the door as Joshua straightens himself up in the kitchen.
I open the door in a rush to see Ben talking to two men in the hallway.
They turn to me and hand me a business card. I smile in question. “Hello.”
Ben looks at me uncomfortably. “Natasha, these are police officers. They need to talk to you and Joshua.”
I frown. “Is something wrong?”
They look at each other and then at me. “Can we come in please?”
I frown and Joshua walks up behind me and puts his hand out to shake theirs. “Joshua Stanton.”
“Can we come in Mr Stanton?” the officer asks.
He opens the door and holds out his arm. “Of course.”
The officers walk in and Ben follows them. They all sit on the lounge.
“What’s this about?” he asks as they take a seat.