seven souls seven sins

chapter 62: dancing with danger

Natasha's pov:

His ruffled up black hair looks rougher than the last time I remember. Back then it was buzzed every other day. I switch my attention back onto Charles as he nears closer. Charles looks fairly older since the last time I saw a picture of him. His grey hairs are sprouting, and his wrinkles are increasing. He walks over here with an easily detectable faux smile.

I can smell a bitch a mile away.

Vincent tightens the grasp on his glass as they approach us. I straighten my posture when Damien appears into my field of vision. If he sees that I'm weak, then I am weak. "Well if it isn't the infamous Natasha Clark- Ooh I mean Morales. My apologies." Charles corrects himself. We all knew that that wasn't a mistake.

"I'm sure that you're aware of the merger." That bastard looks me in the eye.

"Indeed I am." I reply with a straight face. He knows who I am. He knows I'm the British Donna. He knows I used to date his son. He knows how this merger affects me directly. I feel Damien's piercing gaze staring at me. "Your dress looks gorgeous my dear." Charles tries to make conversation.

"Thanks." I nonchalantly respond.

"Well your brother and I need to have a word so why don't you and Damien go dance, I heard Swan Lake is starting soon." Charles places my hand into Damien's. My heart rate increases at the sudden contact. I haven't been this close with him in a year. His earthy cologne infiltrates my system.

Vincent senses the tension between us but he gives me a reassuring nod.

I don't think he knows that Charles is playing him. "Let's get a move on, Ms.Clark." Damien breathes into my ear. A shiver winds up my back at his recognisable voice. "Take your time Princess." Vincent assures me, whilst giving Damien a death stare. "Son, go take the young lady dancing would ya?" Charles's L.A accent shines through.

"Of course Pops." Damien drags me away from Vincent.

Goosebumps travel up my arm at his immediate strength and power in his voice. I hear Swan Lake starting in the background and Damien and I begin dancing together in the middle of the ballroom. We start by circling each other, the deafening silence is heightening the tenseness of the situation.

"What are you doing here?" I ask when we get up close.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to." His hot breath on my face makes me retreat. Once I stay silent he opens his wide mouth again. "Moving back to Brazil was a risky move. I'm almost positive that Vincent is unaware that the British Donna lives in his house." Damien twirls me around, in sync with the other dancers surrounding us.

"He doesn't, and will not. It's too soon." I reveal my plans in front of him.

"Ah so when is the right time? This merger is happening whether you like it or not, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." He snaps back, as he bows down to me. "I know that you two are going to target us. Although Vincent is unaware of the situation, you sure are. You know exactly what you're doing." I fake a smile for the nearby photographer.

"My dad has been pulling these strings for a while now, you're just going to have to wait and see for our master plan to play out." He brings me closer, closing the gap between our bodies.

He tightens the grip on my wrist. "You got locked up for a year, stop trying to act all hard." I break off from him, continuing the dance as I don't want to cause a scene. I can't believe I loved this poor excuse of a man. Damien opens his mouth again and reels me in. "Maybe I've changed, maybe I haven't. But I know that you still yearn for my di-"