The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

Mosquitoes

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The figures on the couch make me jump back.

"Fuck, I forgot you were here," I say turning on the light, they struggle to adjust their eyes to the light.

"Yeah, I figured since you- whoa" Sydney pauses, she scans my body, "hot date?"

"Does this dress say date?" I try to deflect.

"The lipstick marks on it do," Wanda says grabbing a fistful of popcorn and stuffing it in her mouth. I quickly run to a mirror and quickly notice the purple spot on my neck, the red kiss on my cheek, and as Wanda pointed out the red on the white-collar. I sigh and accept the taunting that will come from them.

"Who was lucky enough to get you in Burberry Runway?" Sydney says.

"They gifted it to me actually, specifically for this event," I turn around for her to pull down the zipper.

"What was the event?"

"A meeting,"

"You said on the phone it wasn't a meeting," She narrowed her eyes.

"Not a business meeting, more so a... meeting," I struggle to explain.

"You're being very cryptic," Wanda joins in. "There's no need for that, I already know," she throws a pop in her mouth.

I roll my eyes unconvinced.

"I notice you went shopping, but your card isn't on the receipt. You told us you were going to that restaurant but your lack of a phone meant it was a private dinner. You're not bold enough to make that mess in front of waiters because they'd talk, so it happened in the car on the way here," she recited.

"You saw her car in the garage?" I challenge

"We saw her car in the garage," Wanda accepts, Sydney giggles beside her.

"You've been letting her watch too much Criminal Minds," I say to Sydney as I make my way to the bedroom to change.

"So are you going to tell us what really happened?" Sydney yells to me from the living room. I grab a makeup wipe and start wiping away the red on my skin.

"She introduced me to her friends," I say re-emerging with a clean face. I made no effort to try to conceal the purple on the neck.

I throw myself on the couch in between them. Sydney hugs me. "You have a hickey, does that mean it went well?" She rubs my back.

"That wasn't supposed to happen," I whine, the sound being muffled by her body.

"At least you got to go shopping," Wanda joins. I sit up and pout.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I say looking at the bags.

"Seriously though, what happened tonight?" Wanda shakes me.

"Her friends were great, one of them spent the night trying to get me to forgive her and take her back, Bucky actually didn't talk much, Maria is very good looking, and Sam is my new husband but don't tell Devin, " I explain.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. The car, What happened in the car?" Sydney pushes.

"Oh um, we- She- Well um, she said we were friends and then we almost got in an argument so I said maybe it was better when we didn't talk, and she said yeah it was,"

"Oh, then what happened?" Wanda asks plucking grapes from a bowl on the table. I bring my knees up and cover my face.

"She- pulled me onto her lap and fi- she put her-"