His Shy Bride (series*2)

-24- The dinner

Natasha's point of view:

"Woah! Can I steal you from Mr. Winslow?" Paul asked as he looked at me admiringly.

"No, she is already my woman," An answer came from behind and we all looked at the direction where the voice came from.

It was Xander, leaning against the door frame as he pocketed his hands.

Our gaze met and I felt uneasy immediately.

I looked away from his direction.

"No, I was just joking," Paul laughed.

"Even if you weren't joking, you are already late. You were weeks late," he replied sternly.

"Oh!" Ryan exclaimed,

"Welcome, Mr. Winslow. Do you look like your wife's appearance?" Kamilat asked him.

"She looks different." He faced her.

"Yes, make up is meant to make people different and beautiful." She replied to him.

"That's good. I will go and freshen up then," he left the door frame as he walked away.

He avoided the question.

Maybe he doesn't like it and he doesn't want to embarrass me in front of them.

My self esteem went low immediately. The thought of me not looking good is a bad omen to me especially not in the presence of Xander. No, not at all.

"You should dress up now, you guys should excuse yourself. I have to help her to dress up," She said to the boys.

"Okay, I think our job is done here. We will be downstairs." They informed me as they packed their things up and left the room.

I stood up and took the dress. I wore it, with Kamilat's help. I was able to wear it without any discomfort.

I wore a black stilettos and carried a black purse along with it.

She put a simple diamond around my neck and I put on matching earrings.

"Check yourself out, Mrs. Winslow," she smiled at me.

I checked myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but stare at myself.

"I look good," I whispered.

"Not only good, you look beautiful and smoky." She replied,

"Thank you," I said to her.

"I sincerely wish you could be my model. You are the perfect model for my business," she said.

"Can we go downstairs now?" I asked her.

"Sure thing," she said as she started packing up.

"We will take our leaves now, Thank you for your time." She said,

"Thank you for today," I said quietly to her.

"You are welcome. Anyway, try smiling Mrs. Winslow." She smiled at me as she locked her box and made her way out of my room.

I went to the toilet to pee. After I was done, I went out of the toilet and straightened my dress. I took my perfume and sprayed it all over my body.

I don't know why this dinner is taking place. I wish I could just sleep peacefully tonight without any stress.

I walked towards the door and opened the door, I met Xander already waiting by the door. Our gaze met for a few seconds before he roamed his eyes all over my body.

His devious glances were fixated on my body for a while. He stood still while he was checking me out.

I felt uncomfortable under his glances.

I was really uncomfortable, I tried to talk but I was speechless.

Why is he staring at me like that?

I managed to cough.

The sound brought him back to earth.

He cleared his throat as he rubbed his hand on his face .

"Sorry, Are you ready?" He asked me.

"Yes," I whispered,

He moved out of the way and I made my way downstairs.

"You look gorgeous!" Joseline voiced out immediately she sighted me.

I smiled at her.

"Thank you,"

"You look more handsome today, Mr. Winslow," she said as she looked behind me.

I looked behind me.

And there is Xander, dressed in a black Armani suit with a few buttons of his white shirt opened, his shoe shining brightly and his hair neatly styled to the back.

I won't lie, he looks so hot and attractive. And he looks like a playboy right now rather than a married man going on a date with his wife.

"You really look amazing, you two. You guys are really dressed for tonight. I love that." She smiled,

"There is nothing to be happy about a date," Xander said loud and clear.

"It might be nothing to you guys but it's something to me. You guys should pose for pictures because I am taking pictures now and I don't want to hear a no for it," she deadpanned.

"We are late for pictures, Joseline," Xander said to her.

"I don't want to hear a no for an answer, Mr. Winslow. You guys should pose, it won't take much of your time. Just a few minutes." She said,

"Do you want it?" He faced me.

"She does," Joseline beat me to it.

"Let her speak for herself," Xander said sternly.

I glanced at Joseline and she gave me that deadly sign that screams 'You say no, you are dead,'

"Yes, I will take pictures," I answered him while staring at her.

"You see, she said she will take pictures." She said happily.

"You guys should pose already," She smiled happily as she brought out a camera.

Has she been keeping a camera with her since?

She is so impossible.

Xander moved closer to me and snaked his hand around my waist. I managed to compose myself as his touch was so electrifying.

"Now face the camera," Joseline instructed and we did as instructed.

We smiled at the camera and she clicked the snap button.

"Another pose please?" She said.

I stood still, not knowing what to do.

"Natasha, hug Mr. Winslow lightly if you don't want to hug him tightly. Put your hand around his waist." She said to me,

I reluctantly put my hand around his waist and moved closer to him.

"Yeah, that's nice. Now, smile please," she said.

I smiled at the camera.

She clicked the camera and we pulled away instantly like we were both waiting for her to click the camera and pull away.

"You guys can leave now. Have a nice night ahead of you" She said as she left for the kitchen.

We made our way out of the house. The car was already parked in front of the mansion.

He opened the car door for me and I entered the car. He is being a gentleman tonight.

"Thank you," I muttered to him as he closed the door, he made his way to the driver's side and got in.

He started the car a few sendings after he settled down in the car and he drove off the mansion.

The ride to wherever we are going was deadly silent and peaceful as well.

He drove into the driving park of the restaurant and parked the car.

"We are here!" He breathed out.