Page 91 of Stanton Unconditional

“Got your attention now, haven’t I?” she sneers. “That’s right. I filmed our nights together and I am only too happy to pass on the happy memories to the boring little wife and kiddies.”

“What do you want?” Cameron snaps angrily. “I will let you know.” She storms off.

“Son of a bitch, you attract crazies,” Cameron stammers as he holds his forehead with one hand.

Adrian walks over. “What did she want?”

“Nob jockey here was filmed by the prostitute and now she wants money, or she is going to send the movies to Natasha.”

Adrian’s eyes snap to me. “Tell me you are not that stupid.” I drop my head. “This just gets better by the day.”

My phone beeps a text. It’s Natasha.

Hello xx

I sit back in my seat and smile. This brings back memories.

I reply.

Hello

My phone beeps again.

Are you coming down here to kiss me?

I smile, I wish. I reply.

No

For fifteen minutes I watch my phone while I wait for her reply, but it doesn’t come. What is she doing?

“What if that chick goes and sees Natasha and tells her about the movies?” Cameron remarks over his drink.

I frown and stand in a rush. “Let’s go downstairs,” I stammer. Adrian smiles broadly as he stands. He nods and signals to Ben.

We start to make our way over to the staircase.

“What’s happening with Tash?” Cam smirks over his shoulder as he takes the first step down.

I shrug as I follow. “Nothing, why do you say that?”

He turns back to look at me. “Well, if you were finished with her you wouldn’t care what that chick has to show her.” He smirks at me.

My eyes meet his.

“Would you?” He breaks into a broad smile as he raises his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes.

“He’s right.” Adrian laughs. “Inspector Morse doesn’t miss a trick.”

I shake my head and we get to the bottom of the stairs where I am greeted by the sight of Abbie kissing a guy to the side of the bar.

Cameron smirks again as he turns back to me. “Figures,” he mouths at me and I raise a brow.

My eyes instinctively search the space. I don’t see her anywhere. Bridget comes through the crowd.

“Hi.” She kisses me on the cheek, and I put my arm around her affectionately. She hasn’t taken sides. I really do love Didge. Abbie on the other hand is a bad influence. I haven’t forgotten the ‘Natasha needs to have a threesome’ remark from that tape that night. I can just imagine her constantly setting Tash up with guys, pushing her into it. It’s been haunting me for six fucking months. My eyes search for her again. I am still reeling from the info that Natasha hasn’t slept with anyone else.