Natasha is wrapped around me, dozing in her orgasmic state of consciousness. I kiss her gently on the forehead. “I have to get up,” I murmur.
“Hmm,” she replies sleepily.
I peel her off me and she grips her legs around mine tighter. “You can’t get out of bed yet,” she murmurs into my chest.
“I’ve got to go work, Marx.” I smile.
“Mmm, we need to talk,” she mutters sleepily. I smile. God she’s beautiful when she’s half asleep.
“About what?” I reply.
“What do you want for a wedding present, Joshua?” she says into my chest as she kisses it.
I think for a moment. “A baby,” I reply.
Her eyebrows instantly rise and she pulls back to look at my face.
“What?”
“You asked me what I want and I told you,” I reply.
She frowns as she looks at my face. “You’re serious?” she whispers.
“Deadly,” I mutter deadpan. That wasn’t the response I had hoped for. I get up and walk into the bathroom and she calls to me. “I’m too young.”
I shake my head as I get into the shower. “Whatever,” I reply. Aren’t women supposed to be the maternal ones? I will be getting kids when I’m fifty.
Fifteen minutes later I stare at my reflection in the mirror of our bathroom as I fasten my tie, having just showered for the second time this morning. I smirk. It was worth it as always. My girl does come up with the goods every time. I am in a suit and will be soon leaving for work. I hear Cameron’s voice in my bedroom. Frowning I go out to see what’s going on.
Natasha is naked and the blankets are pulled up around h
er chest as she speaks to Cameron who stands at the end of the bed.
“So will you be able to prescribe those for her?” Natasha asks. “I can’t, I’m not registered to work here,” she adds.
Cameron nods as he thinks. “Yeah, I’m going in now. Just keep her here until I get back in about an hour.”
My eyes flick between the two. “What medication are you putting her on?” I ask flatly. Natasha explained the whole sordid story last night and to be honest I am having trouble believing any of it ever occurred.
“I’m concerned about her, Joshua. She needs to be on a mild anti-depressant,” Natasha replies.
She rustles around in the bed and my eyes flick to her. Naked, soft and open under those blankets, her dark long hair falls softly around her shoulders and her beautiful brown eyes and dimples are on show. I feel my cock twitch in arousal. Here we go again. Will this need I have to be inside her ever subside just a little so I can think?
“I don’t even think it’s true,” I murmur as I bend and pick up Natasha’s pyjamas from the floor.“Why?” Natasha snaps.
I shrug. “James is a wealthy man. I can’t see him using domestic violence as power over a woman,” I reply.
Natasha and Cameron’s faces both fall. “You can’t be serious,” Natasha snaps.
I stand still. “Deadly,” I reply as I put my hand on my hip.
“That is without a doubt the stupidest thing that has ever come out of your mouth. Are you telling me that men with money don’t hit their wives or use standover tactics?” Natasha snaps, outraged.
I shrug. “Well, you don’t hear about it,” I reply.
Natasha sits up, the blankets nearly fall and she catches them just in time. I raise my eyebrows at her in annoyance.
“Oh and I suppose you think that people who have a mental health issue can only be depressed if they have a terrible life,” she snaps again.