Page 228 of Stanton Box Set

I raise an eyebrow at her in contempt. “No, if you want rude I will rephrase it, get out of my fucking sight.”

Cameron smiles and sits back as he watches our interaction. He’s loving this.

“I didn’t hear you complain when we were together,” she purrs.

I roll my eyes. “Go away. I’m done.” I signal to Ben who walks over and stands behind her.

“Move,” Ben snaps.

“Don’t you dare put your ghouls onto me. Who do you think you are?”

“Over this boring conversation. That’s who.” I scratch my head in frustration. I don’t want Natasha to see her talking to me.

Ben grabs the back of her elbow and she rips it away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” she yells. People around us start to notice the disturbance and I drop my head in embarrassment.

“You will be sorry, Joshua.”

I laugh. “Actually trust me. No, I won’t.” I raise my eyebrows.

She smiles. “I wonder if your little princess would like the movies sent to her private or personal email.”

My eyes slowly rise to meet hers.

“Natasha Marx, Psychologist. Just changed jobs right. Email [email protected] hospital.com.au.” She folds her arms in front of her and smiles at me.

Ben grabs her again and I hold up my hand to him to signify for him to stop. Cameron sits up in his seat immediately.

“Got your attention now, haven’t I?” she sneers. “That’s right. I filmed our nights together and I am only too happy to pass on the happy memories to the boring little wife and kiddies.”

“What do you want?” Cameron snaps angrily.

“I will let you know.” She storms off.

“Son of a bitch, you attract crazies,” Cameron stammers as he holds his forehead with one hand.

Adrian walks over. “What did she want?”

“Nob jockey here was filmed by the prostitute and now she wants money or she is going to send the movies to Natasha.”

Adrian’s eyes snap to me. “Tell me you are not that stupid.”

I drop my head. “This just gets better by the day.”

My phone beeps a text. It’s Natasha.

Hello xx

I sit back in my seat and smile. This brings back memories. I reply.

Hello

My phone beeps again.

Are you coming down here to kiss me?

I smile, I wish. I reply.