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)
He shakes his head in frustration and shrugs his shoulders. “Hope so.”
I continue to watch him, that’s not it. “Are you sure that’s all it is? You have been quiet all weekend and you have hardly eaten a thing since Friday.”
He frowns at me as he chews his thumbnail. “Natasha, a serial killer who has possibly stolen your vibrator and a sexual blackmail case against me is a reason to worry, don’t you think?” he snaps.
I nod sympathetically. “Yes, you’re right. Sorry.” We pull into the drop off area and my guard gets out of the car behind us.
“Don’t leave the hospital, okay?” He runs his hand up my thigh.
I smile softly as I nod. “Okay,” I whisper.
“Take the guard with you if you leave your office.” I smile again.
“What?” he frowns.
“You’re very cute when you get all over-protective.” I smile. “I mean it, do as you’re told. This is serious.” He frowns.
“Yes, boss,” I whisper as I lean in to kiss him. “Will you call me when you hear from Max?”
“If the murderer gets off, I am coming to get you straight away,” he snaps.
“Oh God, Joshua, now you’re being a drama queen.” I run my hand through his stubble. “I love you,” I whisper.
His face drops and his eyes search mine. “I love you too,” he whispers as he forces a smile.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you look at me like that when I tell you I love you?” I ask.
He frowns. “Like what?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Nothing. I will see you when you pick me up.”
He nods. “See you then.”
“Do you want to go out for dinner?” I ask hopefully. “No,” he answers.
“Why?”
“You know why, it’s like sitting in a goldfish bowl with all the security surrounding us. I don’t enjoy going out at the moment.”
“Are you going to let us be prisoners in my apartment for the rest of our lives?” I sigh.
“You think I like this shit?” he snaps.
“Whatever,” I sigh. “See you tonight.” I exit the car in a rush, and he waits until I walk into the building. God, he’s so bloody wound up at the moment.
Eight o’clock that night we are sprawled on my lounge watching television as I eat chocolate ice cream. My feet are on Joshua’s lap and he is deep in thought. I can tell by the way he is running the side of his pointer finger back and forth over his lips, his elbow resting on the side rest.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
He looks towards me as I pull him from his thoughts. “Just how I would do anything to make you happy.” He picks up my foot and kisses the top of it and smirks at me.
I smile and guilt runs through me. He is trying so hard, but I know deep down he is devastated about leaving his life in LA and Willowvale. When I put the pieces together I realized that he has not been himself since he told the boys he is moving here.
“Josh…I’ve been thinking about it.” I bite my lip as I contemplate whether I am doing the right thing.
He raises an eyebrow in question.
“You know I love you too much to let you sacrifice for me.” His face drops. “What do you mean?”
“I know you don’t want to leave LA,” I answer.
He rolls his lips as he thinks. “You have sacrificed enough for me over the years, Presh…it’s my turn.”
I smile sadly. “I don’t want you to ever sacrifice to be with me, Joshua.”
He smiles and kisses my foot again. His eyes hold mine. “I will move to LA,” I blurt out.
He frowns.
“But…I want Mum and the girls to have unlimited plane tickets to visit me.”
He frowns. “Tash, you love Sydney.”
I smile. “No, Josh. I love you and if that means moving to the moon to be with you, then so be it.” I shovel a large spoon of ice cream into my mouth.
He swallows and turns back to the television, seemingly deep in thought.
“Why do you want to move to LA?” he asks.
“Because you have been miserable since you decided to move here, and I want you to be happy.”
He narrows his eyes and turns back to the television and scratches his head in frustration.
“We will move to LA on one condition.” His eyes bore into mine. “What’s the condition?” I frown.
“I want you to sleep with someone else.”
CHAPTER 28
Natasha
I sit up ion a rush. “What the hell are you talking about?” I snap.
“I want you to sleep with someone else.”
I screw up my face. “Have you gone crazy?”
“I know you want to.”
I shake my head in disgust. “No, I don’t, that’s ridiculous.”
“I read it in your diary.”
My mouth drops open in shock. Dear God, what have I written?
“Those diaries are private, Joshua.”
“But in black and white, nonetheless.” His eyes dare me to deny it.