An Unexpected Engagement

Chapter 13

Steve

Maybe madness was contagious.

That alone explains standing in front of Natasha Romanoff while I agree to go to her parents' house to “return” the favor she did by lying for me.

I shouldn't be surprised at my newfound insanity, because it didn't suddenly appear just minutes ago. It had been spreading through my system, like a silent virus, ever since my family came across Natasha and mistaken her for my fake fiancée, causing me to have the
brilliant idea to use it in the staging.

And what about your bastard request? The one who did it without even blushing, demanding that I spend the night with her in exchange for participating in my lie? And worse: what about the fact that I accepted and was incredibly pissed off when she gave up?

And I didn't even want to consider that sex with Natasha Romanoff had been amazing. The chemistry between us was explosive and I woke up on his side yearning for more.

At least on that occasion reason seemed to return
momentarily, as I pulled away from her warm body, which insisted on curling up against mine in her sleep, and stepped into a cold shower to soothe my very inconvenient morning erection, which didn't understand that Natasha Romanoff was forbidden in so many ways that I would pass. the day by sorting. She was an employee to begin with. And I never got involved with employees. Yeah, let's put the male ones in there too — not that I have any inclination, I just had to get rid of a couple of advances in the men's room. And if that fact alone wasn't enough, he could remember she was a rock freak and still wasn't sure she wasn't really a psychopathic sex stalker.

And worst of all: she had infiltrated my thoughts in a very easy and treacherous way. Which I didn't like at all. If I was already having difficulty dealing with the inappropriate feelings that Natasha Romanoff aroused in me with just two days of (false) relationship,
imagine if I let her stay there.

Okay, I was actually thinking about prolonging our unusual arrangement.

Why not? The sex was awesome and we could keep things at that level.

Without the fake engagement thing, of course. Then it would be too much trouble. This insane idea crossed my mind several times during the day yesterday, even more so as it conquered more and more my family. And what about delicious food? I don't think I've ever eaten so well in my life and I even warmed up at night!

And I can't deny that when I dropped her off at home, I noticed she had that hopeful look in her eyes. And I couldn't stop myself from wanting to grant her wish. Whatever it was.

The truth was, Natasha Romanoff and her passion confused me and made me a little scared. And the worst thing was, I didn't even fully understand the reasons.

I just felt that I should run as far away as possible.

So I ignored her hurt look and headed to my empty apartment in a way I'd never noticed before.

That silence has always been familiar and appreciated. I liked my peace. Being able to work late without having anyone claim my attention.

And at the moment I could only think that if Natasha were there, she might be teasing me with her far-fetched and absurd stories. Or making more of that amazing food.

Or we could be fucking like rabbits.

Instead, I went to sleep alone and smelled her that was impregnated on the pillow.

Man, how screwed was I?

I woke up thinking that everything was under control. It was Monday and everything would be back to normal. I would hardly even see Natasha Romanoff, as she worked on another floor and I had no contact with assistants.