The past week and previous months were a hell of a sort for Damian; he really could not explain why he couldn't turn in Naomi to Ethan, who was also there, present in the event centre.
His heart ached for days, and questions kept burning in his gut.
Squeak!
His office door was pushed open without a prior sign. His eyes and head converged to his door anticipating the face behind the shadow that greeted the floor, standing tall through the now Ajar door.
“Natasha..” he breathed with a shaky voice.
“Hi, D’ head.” She shot a smile, waving her left palm and the other fixed to her waist, standing akimbo, shooting her hips to one side.
“I don't know what to do with you spoiled brat.” Damian shot a mean glare at Natasha’s carefree attitude of pestering and bugging him.
“I am not in my seat
