Page 384 of 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
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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.”
