Chapter Three
Natasha’s POV
After slamming the door and leaving the idiot dumbfounded on the bed I realize I am in a very large apartment it's bigger than my actual house, it has floors! I walk into the downstairs area and quickly find the kitchen “Yes!” I think to myself excitedly as I walk to the very nice expensively looking built in fridge. Expecting to find it filled with food, it is instead filled with bud light, Smirnoff, wine, and anything to mix in or mix with drinks. I slam it hearing the bottles shake. This boy has some serious issues.
“I don’t live here actually; don’t take your fatness out on the fridge I have some expensive wines in there.”Chandler says coming down the stairs.
“Chandler what the hell do you want now!” I say turning around eating some pretzels in a jar I found on the counter. I get a good look at him, he is very muscular and has nice dark brown hair. I actually find hikm mildly attractive, I'd never say it to his face though. As if he lacked compliments.
“It’s my apartment, I cant walk around?” He says outstretching his arms pissing me off even more, he had finally dressed. He gave me some random chick’s clothes so I put those on. They were very skimpy short volleyball shorts and a tank top.
“You just said you don’t live here; don’t tell me you’re in some random apartment! Did I sleep on a random mans bed?” I say instantly overreacting.
“No, chill I own it, I just don’t use it unless-” I cut I'm off before he can move on.
“Oh I see it's your sex hole, where you come to-” this time he cuts me off.
“Okay, just drop it, your not just another girl, I already know you’re overreacting, I'm not going to just drop you, apparently you’re my wife. Don’t freak out again.” He says almost reading my mind. He catches on fast, I smile at him instantly realizing what I'm doing, I choke on a pretzel. For a second I was fine then suddenly I start choking really bad my eyes watering.Chandler looks at me, then his eyes widen and he attacks me doing some weird maneuver and I stop choking almost spitting the pretzel out. He makes me a glass of water, I take deep breaths and wipe my eyes, and I already know my face is tomatoe red. I drink the water Chandler handed me. He takes position leaning on the counter and just watches me. I open my mouth to talk but I start coughing, Chandler cracks up.
“This isn’t funny!” I croak drinking more water.
“Yes- it… Is!” he says laughing so hard he can barely talk. I cross my arms, he stops himself from laughing.
“I'm sorry, take a joke sweetheart.” He says mocking me. My god this guy is seriously a jerk!
“I have been calling you all day!” a girls voice shouts as she walks in the house with bags and keys in her hands. She is wearing large white sunglasses and has large blonde curls, she has a lean odd shape and an annoying high pitch voice. I couldn’t really tell who she is, probably a side hoe of his.
“The paparazzi, are in the front of your building and its getting mad out there, whose this?” she asks surprised not angry looking at me.
“Natasha, meet the devil my older sister.” He says not moving from his spot keeping his arms crossed.
“Natasha,” I say, I help her with the bags and shaking her hand.
“Natasha you’re gorgeous, you look like supermodel! I'm Leslie the older sister of this bum!” she says she pulls some carryout Chinese food from the bag, goes to the fridge gets a bottle of wine and some glasses from the pantry. Chandler had finally moved to the couch he put on his glasses on and starts reading the newspaper that sat on the coffee table. Such a brat.
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In Too Deep
Romans“God your hot!” he whispers, I feel chills all over my body as his voice travels through my ear. I want to scream, I have to do something. I turn around and before I can do anything he kisses before I can kiss him, leaving me still with no control...
