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He nods. “Don’t go anywhere I can’t see you presh.”
I frown. “Am I under investigation or something?”
“No, I know what these people are like and I don’t want you to have to put up with it.”
“Joshua, just do what you normally do here and I will hang with the girls. I don’t want to listen to boy talk all night,” I reply.
He bends as he gently holds my jaw and kisses me tenderly and I smile.
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“Ok, my Lamborghini?” I ask as I smile into his kiss, a little relieved that we are still the same.
He smiles and rubs his hand down my hip and around to my behind but then his eyes catch something over my shoulder and he slowly drops his hand from my behind and takes my hand in his.
I turn immediately to see who is there.
Shit, the model. What’s her name again? I have seen her in photographs with Joshua on numerous occasions. She is wearing a skin-coloured tight dress and perfectly matching stilettos and has a figure to die for. Her long thick layered caramel hair hangs effortlessly around her shoulders. She’s beautiful.
“Hello Stan,” she murmurs with a trace of a hopeful smile on her face.
Joshua seems uncomfortable. “Hello Mills,” he replies.
Crap, Heidi Mills. Oh how cute, fucking nicknames. I want to vomit in my mouth.
Her eyes flick to me. “Hello.” She smiles.
Joshua interjects. “Mills, this is Natasha, my fiancée.”
Her face drops as her eyes flick between us and I see an emotion I know too well. Pain, this woman is in love with my Lamborghini.
She forces out a smile. “Congratulations,” she whispers.
Joshua grimaces, knowing how uncomfortable this situation is. “How have you been?” he asks her.
She smiles again. “You know me, always happy.” She fakes a smile as she lies through her teeth.
Why do I feel pity for these women?
He nods. “That’s good.”
Her eyes flick to me again. “How long have you two been together?”
I go to speak but Joshua cuts me off. “Natasha and I went out seven years ago and have just recently reconnected.”
She swallows the lump in her throat and nods and I can see her thinking… that was Joshua’s way of telling her that I am the girl in his tattoo and, yes, I was his first love from Australia. I slowly go to pull my hand out of Joshua’s and he grips me hard. He wants me to stay.
“May I?” She grabs my hand to look at my ring and her face falls again when she sees the huge rock.
“It’s a beautiful ring,” she murmurs.
“Thank you.” I smile.
“Did you pick it Joshua?” she asks as her eyes flick to him.
He smiles sarcastically. “Fuck off Mills, that’s none of your business.”
My heart drops in pity for her. Joshua obviously doesn’t want to play nice and is tired of this conversation.
