Chapter 16: Chapter 16

•• Sheila POV •••

Natasha is lust in his kiss, she desires more and more. She can't hold herself.

Luther notices the desire in her kiss, this gets him all excited and he smiles of satisfaction.

However, this gets him thoughtful, he fears that it might be lust and nothing else.

So, he gentle snatches himself off, Natasha's grab.

She widens her eyes as he moves backwards. She doesn't understand why he flinches.

"Isn't it what he wants?."

She asks herself.

Luther wanders around very confused, he wants to speak but he doesn't find the right words. He knows that he can't expect much from her after what he did, so he feels that what he want to ask is too much to asked.

He keeps wandering around, restless.

And Natasha doesn't simplify things for him as she seats on the couch staring at him without saying a word but impatiently waiting to hear what he has to say.

He slightly moves towards her, fighting with himself to get stable.

"Hmmm... Natasha are you sure you want to do this?."

Luther stop and ask

"Like seriously?."

She yells to herself.

She doesn't know what to say, she just nods at him with a big smile that she is kind of faking due to his sudden weird reaction.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!. You aren't certain. Natasha!. I don't want to take advantage of you."

He says

She gives him a weird look.

"I mean, I don't want all this to be based on lust!."

He then rectifies his words.

"I get it now."

To herself

Luther looks very sincere this time.

Natasha sees the sincerity in his stare and this gets freeze.

"Can you forgive a man who cheated on you?. More to that, with your best friend?."

And she questions herself,

It's been weeks now, yet she still feels like it was yesterday.

"Natasha, I'm talking to you!."

He insists

She keeps staring at him with lots of doubt, yet she desires him.

"Weird!."

He cries within.

"Don't worry!."

She just nods at him.

"Okay..."

He nods.

"Anything to eat in here?."

He changes the topic, he knows that Natasha is a foodie lover.

He moves to the kitchen to make dinner for them.

"Feel free!."

She dramatically says, while moving to her bedroom.

She quickly undresses, then moves to the bathroom too takes a shower long shower. She enters, lay in her spa bowl, filled with moderately warm water. She gets lost in her thoughts, trying to understand her mix feels.

After the shower, she puts on her nightgown and she moves to the kitchen and seat on the little dining table, staring at Luther, rounding up with the cooking.

"OMG, he is so sexy!."

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I, me.

I shudder out of my sleep.

"OMG, it's past 5 pm!."

I cry out.

But no one is around to console me. Not no one, Natasha isn't around to drive me.

And I had to be there at 5:30 pm.

"Mr Ethan is going to kill me."

I immediately, pick my bag and I run to the nearest bus station.

Luckily for me, immediately as I reach, there are a bus caring passengers.

I run and I get in.

As I get in, I instantly take a seat in, panting the hell out of me.

I'm happily seated in, the bus. Thanking the heavens for seeing a bus so quick.

However, the bus doesn't go straight to the hotel I have to stop at the last destination of this bus and take another bus, which will leave me at a bus station, closer to the hotel.

From there, I trek to the hotel. It sounds depressing.

Yeah, because, it's really stressful. This is why I'm crying for Natasha. When she is around, everything is easy.

A few minutes later, the bus park and I take another bus, which leaves me at Broncos. From the I trek to the hotel.

As I move, into the hotel, I jam into, I mean we both jam into each other. She is hurrying out and I am hurrying in.

"Look at where you walk!."

She yells at me.

"WTF!."

I yell in my mind.

However, I hold myself. Sheila, you are at your workplace, so behave your self, the little cutie voice in my head tells me.

"Sorry, madam!."

I tell

"Whatever!."

She walks away.

Still, she is so cute and very classic. I admire that.

I move to the employee's locker room to change into my work attire.

Rapidly change and I move to the employee's Secretary to sign my presence. Though the computer had already registered my presence as I used my employee's card to open our locker room.

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I start working, I take care of the customers, I go to rooms and clean up if necessary. I keep running up and down.

Work, only work and work.

All the employee are talking about this rich guess. How I wish, I could see him.

I have never been this close to such wealthy people. Talkless of ever working in such a big hotel. And all these changes make me dream big and I feel like I desire more in life than I ever imagined.

"A very wealthy man who rents a whole floor for himself. Alone!. Wow, this is grandeur!."

I have always been seeing this in movies, but now I am weakness.

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Talkless of this tiring, stressful work, I feel so close to my dreams. Here, I have the opportunity to accomplish all my goals in life and I won't jeopardise it for any reason.