He gasped and dropped on his comfortable chair.
“Oh, f**k me.”
“Yeah, f**k you, Gerald!” Natasha exclaimed, her blonde hair thrashing into her eyes, “you messed everything up at Victoria and now I’m supposed to help you clean up your mess here in New York. Why are you so stupid at times?”
His eyes tore open, red with anger and he pointed a warning finger at her, “Don’t you dare speak to me that way, Natasha!”
She regarded him for a few seconds, then scoffed suddenly, “It was Genevieve Powers, wasn’t it? She was the woman you saw that turned you into a gawking fool at such a prestigious gathering, wasn’t she?”
Gerald swallowed upon hearing her name and looked out of one of his six-foot windows, “I want to be alone, Natasha.”
She shook her head, her face wrinkling into a mask of disgus
