The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

Bless this Union PT.1

"What do British people even do at weddings?" I ask Steve, who sat across from me.

"Peggy's British, I could ask," He says.

"Does this mean you're talking to her again?" I ask, He laughs it off. There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," I stop him and open the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Scotland, the wedding, leaving, today," Natasha says. I had completely forgotten she asked to come.

"Right," I leave the door open for her to walk in as I head back into the living room. "My bags are already in the car, I could have yours picked up,"

"They already took them down, they actually remembered I was coming," She says the last word almost sexually.

We take one of my father's private jets, he insisted it would be more comfortable for the 9-hour flight ahead. Steve and I sit in the back and play card games while Natasha does paperwork in the front. We didn't say a word to each other the entire ride or on the ride to the hotel.

"Last name on the reservation?" The concierge asks.

"Phoenix"

"Like Amanda Phoenix, the US president," He jokes while he types my name into the computer, he obviously didn't know who I was. he makes a face at the computer and types again. "How do you spell it?"

"P-H-O-E-N-I-X" He scrunches his face again.

"One moment," he excuses himself. He comes back with a hotel manager. "Ma'am, it appears that your wife canceled your reservation a week ago," he says.

"My wife? How could my wife had called if I'm not married sir," I try to stay calm.

"I'm very sorry, but unfortunately we don't have another room we can offer you. We are fully booked. We can check availability at other locations if you'd like," he says typing into the computer.

"Yes find me anything it doesn't matter the cost," I slap my credit card down on the desk.

"We will cover the cost, we are very sorry about this,"

"What's wrong?" Natasha says from behind me.

"My wife called and canceled my reservation," I spit out bitterly.

"Your wife?" She smiled amused. "It's going to take longer than we thought to find a place, a lot of reporters are in town for the Vos wedding," The man says.

"You can stay in my room," Natasha offers. I turn back to the man behind the desk.

"Anything? Not even a shitty motel?" I plead, he nods his head.

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"Hello, sweetheart I was just wondering how my darling wife was doing," I say on the phone with Sydney.

Wasn't me.

"But you know who it was, tell me right now"

Mmmm no. I don't think I will

"Was It Wanda? Kate? My mom? Who was it?"

What was that? Can't hear you, must be the long distance. See you when you get back.

"Sydney don't hang u-" the line goes dead, "She hung up on me," I scream out loud.

"You worry too much Y/N," She says calmly from the couch, she was way too busy reading her book.

"I'm going to bed," I storm off into the bedroom, I pull off the sticky clothes and change into something more comfortable. I settle in the middle of the bed and just as I got comfortable the door opens and the lights turn on.