Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Joshua Stanton was born to fuck, not to make gentle love, although he does that perfectly, he was designed to take a woman and rip the orgasm from her body and damn the consequences or anyone who tries to stop him. It’s when he’s like this, when he has no control and he can’t stop, that he’s at his unstoppable best.
Tonight, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
CHAPTER 24
Natasha
I sit and stare at the computer monitor in horror. What in the hell is wrong with my emails? Where have they all gone? It’s Monday 11.00 am, and I am at work. Joshua and I didn’t spend the day together yesterday, but he ended up coming over last night. I didn’t ask him where he was on Saturday night, although the question is weighing heavily on my mind. All of these questions between us and yet I feel that he is cemented to me and that he’s in love with me…without actually saying the words. He didn’t let me go all night and when he thought I was asleep I could feel him gently kissing my shoulder from behind in the darkness. He now sleeps all night with a hand somewhere on me, as if he is only reassured when we are touching. What’s going through that pea brain of his? At the moment though I have more pressing issues, I’m trying to pull a client file from my emails that was sent to me last week. Where the frigging hell is it?
All of my emails seem to have disappeared and my send and receive isn’t working.
Emma, my colleague, walks into my office. “Natasha, I have just forwarded you an email that came to my inbox by mistake.” I frown as I flag a problem with our computer tech team.
“Thanks, what is it?” I ask.
“Not sure, an email addressed to me but the subject line says please forward to Natasha Marx.”
My eyes look up from my computer. That’s odd. “What does it say?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Check it out. It should be in your inbox.”
I roll my eyes. “My computer is totally shit and I can’t access anything. Can I open it on yours?”
“Yeah, sure.” I move back from my desk and she leans over me and opens her email on my computer. “I have to go. I have an appointment. Do you want to have lunch?”
“Yeah, ok, if I can find this file I will. Otherwise, I’m in big trouble,” I mutter as I open the email addressed to me. Emma leaves the room.
I frown as I look at the email. Is it from Josh? No, the sender says blocked…weird? I click on the attachment. It’s a rolling picture and then it goes black. Huh? I sit forward and play it again…it doesn’t make sense. I play it again…I can’t make out anything. Josh must have sent me something. I smile and dial his number.
“Hi Presh,” he answers.
I smile. “Hi baby, can you send the email again? I can’t make out the picture.”
He stays silent.
“Did you hear me? I can’t open the attachment.” I sigh as I doodle on my notepad.
“Ahh…Yeah, okay. What email did I send it to?” he replies.
I frown. “It went to my work friend’s email by mistake and she gave it to me.”
He stays silent.
“So anyway, just resend it, okay.” I repeat as I start ratting through my filing cabinet. “My email system has totally stuffed up and I’m in trouble if I can’t access this next client file,” I murmur.
He stays silent for a moment as he listens. “Do you want to have lunch today?” he sighs.
I smile. “Definitely, hey did you see if I left my phone at home this morning? I can’t find it anywhere,” I ask.
“No, I didn’t notice,” he replies. “What time is your break?” “One thirty.”
“I will call you when I get to the hospital,” he says quietly. “Okay, see you then.”
Adrian
Joshua and Ben walk in front of me as we search for a good coffee and two guards trail behind. It’s 3.00 pm. Joshua is in a filthy mood. He went to the hospital to have lunch with Tash and he was going to tell her about the tape. This woman has other email addresses, and he knows it is only a matter of time before Natasha finds out, so he wanted to tell her first. Apparently her friend joined them for lunch though and they weren’t alone so he couldn’t do it. He’s not happy. Joshua’s phone rings.
“You found your phone, Presh,” he smiles as he answers it.
He listens and then stops dead. I nearly run into the back of him. “Where’s Natasha?” he snaps. I frown at Ben in question. Joshua holds his hand over the phone. “The hooker has
Natasha’s phone. Get her guards on the line,” he snaps to Ben. Ben shakes his head and immediately dials a number as Joshua continues to speak. He’s furious. “It’s ok. Max is looking at her right now. She’s safe,” Ben sighs as he holds the phone to his ear. Thank God.