Stanton Box Set

He smirks and then breaks into a smile. “Goodbye, Natasha.” He bends and quickly kisses me and heads down the stairs.

I lean over the balustrade rails and watch him walk down the stairs. God, he’s simply delicious.

“Bye, honey,” I call in an exaggerated voice as I do a wave in the air.

He looks back up and I can see that smirk again.

“I will be waiting here when you get home… because I’m like a wife now,” I call as I throw both of my arms in the air and show him my ring. He shakes his head in embarrassment and smirks again.

“I love you, Mr Stanton,” I yell again as he exits the door. I smile broadly to myself and turn and see Cameron standing in the hall watching me.

“What the fuck are you doing, you fruitcake?” He frowns.

I laugh at my stupidity and widen my eyes at him. “Sucking up, what does it look like?” I reply.

He smirks. “Did it work?”

I shake my head. “Nah, he will be cranky again by the time he gets home.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Like I said, fruitcake.”

I smile and shake my head around like a freak. “Being normal is so last season, Cam. Get with the times. Joshua’s favourite food is fruitcake.”

Joshua

I

sit at my desk, swivel slightly on my chair and think. I’m procrastinating. I don’t want to be here today, but then I don’t want to be with Natasha at home either. Adrian is snowed under with staff issues and I am trapped in my office like a mouse. My intercom buzzes.

“Mr Stanton, Mr Stanton is here to see you.” Eliza’s voice echoes through the speaker.

“Send him in,” I reply.

Cam walks in casually. “Hey.”

I sit back in my chair and link my hands on my head. “What’s Tash doing?” I ask.

He smiles as he takes a seat. “What’s it to you? I thought you were off her.”

I smirk. “I am, but I want to know what she’s doing,” I reply.

He frowns. “They were talking about shopping or something equally boring.”

“They are leaving the house?” I ask.

“Um … yeah, so.” He frowns at me like I’m from another planet.

I immediately ring Ben. “What’s up?” he answers.

“Who is with the girls?” I ask.

“Peter and Frank,” he replies.

I frown. Those two are useless. “Can you go home and take them shopping?”

“Oh fuck man, come on,” he replies.

“Max isn’t with them and those two are idiots. I need her safe.”