Natasha wasn't interested in having a conversation with George even though she had had some strange imagination in the bathroom while she was dancing. She hated how skinny he looked because it made her feel something soft for him.
George didn't do anything wrong to Natasha but she wanted that much boundaries with him. He was overdoing his work by wanting to share the room with her and she had accepted that.
She was supposed to be in control but he was annoying her with his performance. She only wanted a public figure action, not all of these.
She hated it all because the only man she had ever shared those things with was her ex-husband, Tristan. Another man loving and caring for her just felt all fake because Tristan did the same thing.
He pulled her as though he had control over her. Who does he think he was? She hated it so much.
"Don't hate me, Natasha," he tingled her body with his voice. Natasha didn't want that and at the same time wanted it.
But she was the Master, he shouldn't be controlling her. She needed to receive her power back unless George wouldn't take her seriously.
"I just want to have a place I can call home," he said when she tried to push him away the first time.
"Remember this is business!" She yelled at him.
"It is, Wifey but let's live in this business. We don't have to act as a contractual couple all the time. Let's cuddle each other when it's cold, kiss each other when it's warm, touch each other when we crave it, it would be fun."
Silence reigned between them for a few seconds. "Natasha," George broke the silence. "You dance so well, so very fucking well. If I were a billionaire like you, I'd wire thousands of dollars into your account to appreciate your talent. You are so beautiful."
George's hand was holding one of her hands when he pulled her but when she landed close to his chest, he wrapped her waist with that hand and used his other hand to take her delicate warm hand to his chest.
When she tried to pull away, he used his other hand to grab her soft ass, which he admired earlier when she was dancing.
George's dead eyes met her beautiful blue eyes, making her wonder why George had darkness inside him. There was no sign of joy in his life and she could see that through his eyes.
She wanted to know why he became this skinny to be easily noticed. 'What type of life did this man live? Should we really get to know each other since we might stay together for two years?'
"I want to fuck you, Natasha," George whispered to her while they were staring into each other's eyes.
"Right, I want you to fuck me. I like it and I want it. Yeah, I admit it but why do you look so ugly?"
Upon hearing this, George released her from his hold. Natasha's body had relaxed so much with that position that when he let go, she felt this chill around her. She wanted to be wrapped by him again.
Natasha wanted all the power in the relationship they shared but because George was so good at making her knees weak, she couldn't get the full power.
She wanted a man she could control completely but George was like a machine created by his master but grew to have more intelligence and slowly began to control his Master instead.
"I cooked one of your favorites," George changed the topic. "I taught my baby how to cook and we enjoyed our time in the kitchen. Rebecca kissed my cheek," George boasted about it.
His statement actually filled Natasha's heart with sadness because she couldn't remember the last time her daughter kissed her. Has it been a year or more?
"Why would she do that?" Natasha found herself getting upset about it all.
George's face turned dark when she asked that question. "You aren't her real father so why?"
He decided to stay quiet because he figured out something about Natasha. He noticed that she knew how to attack someone with the truth which can really really hurt but she still went on to say it because she had nothing to lose. More like she cared less about how the person would feel.
George wanted to respond to her in the same method but he cared. He didn't want to bring back memories that could break her more.
"Have you ever taken your daughter to the kitchen?" He asked.
Natasha frowned at him. "When last did you take her to the park?"
She glared at him this time. "...Sat down to watch senseless cartoons with her and act as if you are watching something really serious?"
George continued. "Have you ever asked her how her day was and what happened in school?"
"Natasha, do you ask your daughter what stories she makes for her little Barbie character for her playhouse? Have you ever gotten involved with that?"
"You should stop being self-centered. You aren't the only one who's hurt. Do you know what life is without a father? You had your father with you so you don't know. Rebecca has a mother who cares and loves her but is so distant and her father isn't around her. She's so alone and then a man came, played with her, and acted like a friend to her and you're asking me why she'd kiss me? Ask yourself, why would my daughter kiss a man she hasn't even spent a whole week with?
Natasha, if you don't know, that's how she'll grow far away from you. Soon, she'll be a teenager with boyfriend issues but no Mama to tell. Her crush broke her heart but no Mama to tell. Do you want that for her?"
Natasha stopped glaring because George was completely right. She was about to tear up but she refused to be vulnerable in front of him so she acted as if she ignored everything he said and walked out of the room.
"I hate him," she muttered to herself after closing the door behind her and resting against it. "I hate him even more," she burst into tears, rubbing her palm on her chest because she was hurting.
George didn't mean to, he just wanted to show her the truth but he seemed to have gone too far.
He went back into the bathroom and took his clothes off, leaving him naked.
He was skinny because he left the hospital before he could recover. That was because his debtors were after him. He couldn't wait for his next payment so he'd be free.
He studied his scar and placed his hand on the one found on his stomach. He was shot that day.
"No," George refused to recall so he just went to clean up, change his hairstyle, and shave. He then wore baggy clothes to make him look less skinny.
He'd recover with time.