The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

Oud wood

The night hadn't ended fast enough. Eden spoke about our trip to the vineyard and everyone seemed to enjoy the cake because there wasn't any more to sneak home.

For some reason, I was growing angrier as the night progressed. I couldn't tell if it was because I let myself be seduced by Natasha again or the fact that I didn't want to be at the party. I was especially mad at Eden, Why was he so perfect? Why do I have to be with him? Why did Natasha like him so much?

The ride home with Eden had been silent.

"Are you mad at me?" he asks while he removes his jacket.

"No." My response was quick and not at all convincing.

"Please, Y/N tell me what I did. I don't want to go to sleep with you angry at me, let me fix it." his voice was sweet and genuine. God, why was he so patient.

"I want to sit next to Natasha, Please stay Natasha, come dance with me, Natasha, I love spending time with you Natasha," I mock.

"You can't be serious," he slowly sits on the couch and leans back, "This is about Natasha?"

"You can't keep your eyes off the woman." I start removing my jewelry.

"I moved across the ocean for you, I left my job to come to find you. I was lucky enough that they even took me back and allowed a transfer" he was stern but not yet angry.

I knew he didn't like Natasha romantically, I knew that he was only being friendly when he'd asked her to dance and brought us lunch. But my anger did not allow me to accept that.

"Yeah? Or do you just want my mother's support for your father's campaign? I hear he's running again and you've failed to mention it. The US president in support of Prime Minister Vos could secure him that win." I knew I crossed a line.

"You will not accuse me of such things Y/N," now he was angry, "My fathers business is not mine, I couldn't care less of whether he won or not,"

I scoff.

"Are you sure you're jealous of Natasha, not me?"

"What are you talking about?" I retort.

"I'm not stupid Y/N, I may not have been raised in the US but I know meetings in the bathroom aren't an American tradition,"

My face drops.

"At the restaurant... I noticed Natasha was there when we walked in. Then when you were gone for too long I went to look for you, your guards didn't let me in the bathroom and Natasha wasn't in her seat. I thought it was strange but I didn't think anything of it. but tonight, Sydney might have tried to cover for you when you left but I found it odd that you returned to the table with no lipstick, and that two people walked out of a one toilet bathroom."

I was silent. I tried to hide my shock with an angry expression.

"Oud wood by Tom Ford," he said loudly from the kitchen and returned with a drink, "a potent scent. She wears it, it smells like sandalwood and vanilla. That was one of the first things I noticed about her. A very familiar scent I thought: it lingered on you when I returned from Italy, and on the bedsheets. I know you don't own that fragrance, your favorite is the last day of summer in the Gucci alchemist collection." He was right.

He sat there silently, drinking the scotch he poured himself. He didn't speak angrily, He said all this like he was presenting evidence in court.

"If you knew, then why not leave me," I sit down confidently in front of him.

"Because I love you enough to share you. I don't care what you do with her as long as you come home to me, as long as I'm the one who you are with publicly."