The Godson, page 14
CHAPTER 14
Natasha didn’t know why she felt the need to return to Isaiah. She hated that he was the only person in the world who she could turn to. Maybe it was only because he was living in her father’s house. Maybe that was the pull to him. She needed to be somewhere safe. For some reason, Isaiah meant security to her. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her. “Ummmm….” She didn’t know what to say to him. This was like so weird. “You shouldn’t have come here.” Asshole. “Yeah… Dumb move on my part.” “You dumb? No… No… No way.” Natasha rolled her eyes at him and sat up. “Tell me you have cooks… I’m starving.” She said getting up. She used the bathroom before walking out. “No, go make us something to eat.” He said getting out of the bed also. Natasha felt her face heat up when she noticed his erection through his pyjama pants. She nodded her head dumbly and walked out of the room… She was going to make breakfast. She learned that she was hopeless at toasting bread, she was hopeless at making eggs and she was hopeless at anything that required her to do anything. She was just not meant to cook… Isaiah found her in the kitchen and the kitchen looked like it had been hit by a bomb. “What the fuck?” He asked looking around. “Thought I could make pancakes… The internet lied… Not as easy as it makes it look.” “Get out before you hurt yourself.” He said as he took over the task of making breakfast. He fried up some eggs, had the toast and sausages ready to go. She was just happy to be eating. “Wow… I need to stop with the bread… You are making me fat.” “You could use to gain a few.” He said after they finished their meal. “What? No way, I’ve been told I have the perfect figure.” “Perfect for who? For the world? I don’t care what the world finds attractive, I think you need to gain at least five kilos.” “Wow… Is there anything at all you do like about me?” She asked hating how quickly he made her question things. “Not really. You are a spoilt brat who thinks she was put on this earth to tell others what to do, you think you are better than everybody else, I don’t like that… I don’t like how you don’t understand how to respect others, I don’t like how you don’t try to help those who are in need…” “Don’t hold back now.” She said wanting to hurl the juice in his face. “You asked.” “Yeah, well I don’t like you either. You are a good for nothing jerk who…” “I’ve heard it all before. Yadda, yadda, yadda, I took your money and now you have to marry Fairway… Oh no…” “Go die Isaiah.” “Your mother is exploiting you. Using you to get more money… Don’t you see that? I mean you cannot be that dumb.” “Okay, again, this has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it.” “Why the fuck would you come here?” He asked her. Natasha noticed how dark his eyes had become. “Ha? What the fuck are you hoping to achieve?” “I just needed to get away from the world for a while.” “And where exactly does your fiancé think you are?” “I told him I was going away for a few days… Need to pamper myself.” “Has he touched you yet Natasha?” Natasha bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders. “Waiting to be married.” “How the hell did you manage that?” “Told him my body was a temple… You know… Men are idiots.” “And if he’s fucking around?” “I don’t care.” “You are willing to spend the rest of your life with him? You can’t stand him, but money will make you do it?” “Mind your own business.” “It’s my business when you come here.” “No it’s not.” She snapped. “You used me, you tried to get me to fall for you so you could ruin my mother. You wanted to hurt me and thought by hurting me you would be hurting her. She’s not stupid Isaiah. She caught on…” Isaiah nodded his head. “Okay, what if I tell you that it’s no longer a game. I want you to return here.” “We have been over this.” “No we haven’t. Tell me why you won’t return? You cannot tell me it’s because I touch you… You wanted me to touch you…” The jerk made her want to hide away in shame. “I like touching you, you like me touching you… What’s the problem?” “You don’t do relationships? You have open ones…” “You want a full relationship?” Yes she did, but she didn’t want to let him know that. This was too humiliating. “No… I’m just saying… You want to be with other women then you want to touch me… I don’t like that.” “You want me to only touch you?” Yes. “I don’t want anything from you.” She lied. “If I say that I won’t be with anybody else but you, would that change your mind?” What? Really? She felt her heart quicken. “I…” She had no idea how to reply to that. “I’ll only touch you. As long as I’m with you, I won’t be with anybody else.” Natasha squinted her eyes at him. “You are lying.” “Swear to god I’m not. Let’s see how this works.” “You would sacrifice Gloria, Bonnie, Norma?” “Yep.” “Only me?” “Yep… You call off the wedding…” “But…” “But nothing. You will go back, end this bullshit then come home to me.” She nodded her head. She wanted nothing more in the world than to be with him. Natasha didn’t understand her feelings, why there was this strong pull to him. Dumbly enough she knew she was in love with him, it was just hard to admit it, even to herself. Isaiah wanted her to return to her mothers in the instant to end the marriage. He said he would go with her. “I’ll go back in a few days…” “What’s the hold up.” “Just… I don’t want to go back Isaiah… Not just yet.” He let it go, but she knew he was not happy with it. Natasha found that being with Isaiah, with no hidden agenda was different. It felt right somehow, it felt natural to be with him. He was cute, for most of it he was patient and sweet. He forced her to cook with him, ended up in the best sex of her life. He was standing behind her showing her once again how to cut the vegetables, his cock rubbing against her backside. She didn’t know what happened, one minute he was behind her, the next minute he had her head down on the counter, her pants pulled down and he was fucking her from behind. He held onto her hips as he slammed into her womanhood. Natasha didn’t need much, she loved every second of his brutal attack. The way he took her, drove her insane, he was relentless. He forced her orgasm time and time again. Funny enough, she didn’t feel disgusted by his touch afterwards. She found herself wanting to be in his arms, she loved it when he would put his arm around her shoulders and pull her to him. The nights were the best, she would place her head on his bare chest and he would stroke her hair. He would kiss her head every now and again as though remembering she was there. She was so in love with him, that her head was not able to function thinking about anything but him. She didn’t want to ever leave him, didn’t want to return to her mothers, didn’t want to end the engagement with Charles, she just didn’t want to do anything but be with Isaiah. “You have to go back. I want you to end it.” They were sitting in the living room on a Sunday night. He had his head on her lap. “I will…” “Tomorrow.” “Why are you being so pushy for?” “Why are you delaying it for?” “I’m not. I just don’t want to deal with anybody.” “Natasha…” “I am not bothered for them… I’m happy here.” “Right, so go and end it and come home. I’ll go with you.” “No… No. I’ll do it alone.” “You will do it tomorrow.” “Fine.” She rolled her eyes. Fine, yes she would do it tomorrow. Natasha didn’t want to do this, she was so over everything. Isaiah kissed her on the mouth before he left for work on the Monday morning. “You do this today.” “I said I would…” She shook her head at him. “Bossy…” She mumbled. He gave her a little smack on the head. “Don’t be sassing me.” He said before he left. Her mother was not happy that she had disappeared for a few days. “How the hell did you want me to explain to Charles where you were?” She started on her before she walked inside properly. “I told him I was going away to a retreat.” “For two days… It’s been almost two weeks.” “Who cares mum…” “I care Natasha, Charles cares…” “I’m ending it.” She said before she could stop herself. “I can’t do this.” “What?” “I am not marrying him. I won’t marry somebody. I don’t love.” “Love? What the hell are you on about. This is your one and only chance to be back in the game. You will live like a queen.” “Mum… I am not going through with it.” “I… I can’t believe you.” She said shaking her head. “You would turn him down? Why?” “I don’t love him… I don’t even like him. He is a turn off for me.” “If you end this relationship with Charles, I will never speak to you again.” “What?” “You heard me.” “Why are you doing this for? You understand that if he and I divorce that I get nothing… Nothing.” “So you don’t divorce.” “I can’t… I’m sorry.” Her mother nodded her head. “Fine, you end this engagement, I will ruin Isaiah. I know this is about him. You think I am a fool. I will ruin him… I will drag his name in the mud. I will put him out of business… You will be with a good for nothing man off the street, right back where he belongs. I have things on him… I know people… I can ruin him. You will be shunned. Your status quo… Down to nothing. Can you live like that Natasha?” Natasha felt like somebody had spilled icy cold water down her back. Her mother was out for blood. Money meant that much to her. “You would force me to be with a man knowing he makes me sick?” “I don’t care what he makes you. He will make us rich. You will be marrying him, otherwise Isaiah will be history.” The thing was Natasha knew what her mother was capable of. She was scary when things didn’t go her way. She didn’t know what to do. She would hold off telling Charles that it was over, just until she sorted herself out. It was just after lunchtime when Isaiah called her. “You okay?” He asked. Natasha suddenly felt like crying. “Yeah…” “Did you do it?” “I… Not yet.” “What’s the hold up?” His voice sounded a little cold now. He wasn’t happy. “I… I’m going to tell him, I… It’s just going to take a little more time.” “Why?” “Isaiah… Please, just trust me on this. I will do it…” He ended the phone call. He was pissed. Natasha wanted to go to him, but she knew that would be a really bad idea. Her mother would be watching her like a hawk. She needed to lay low for a while. Charles wanted to go out for dinner, Charles wanted to go out to night clubs, she had to do it all. Her mother making sure she was making him happy. She hated being with Charles, he irritated her, he disgusted her and he was so into himself that it was the biggest turn off. All day everyday she thought about Isaiah. She just wanted to be with him. She would call him every night. “Is it done?” Same question. “Not yet.” A long pause. “Isaiah…” “The fuck are you playing at?” “I’m not. It’s just… My mother, I have to just be careful…” “Your mother? Just fucking do this and come home.” She wanted nothing more than to go to him. She was going to find a way to him no matter what. “I just need a little more time.” “Time? Okay, don’t call me again, not until it’s done.” With that he ended the call. Natasha hated this, she hated sitting there with Charles in the VIP lounge at the night club. He wanted her to wear a short, very short silver dress, cleavage showing and heels too high. Usually this sort of thing would give Natasha a buzz, not this time. This time it actually made her sick to be dressed this way, to have men looking at her, ogling her. She just wanted to be with Isaiah. Charles was so hands on that night that Natasha wanted to throw up. “Charles, I don’t feel well, I’m going home. You stay and enjoy the night.” “Na, come on baby…” He was so high on some shit that she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. “No… I really don’t feel good.” She kissed him on the cheek and left. She hailed a cab not bothering on waiting on the limo that drove them to the club to take her home.. Who would have thought, Natasha Bronte sitting in a cab…? Instead of returning to her mothers, Natasha gave the taxi driver the address to Isaiah’s place. She needed to be with him, to see him. She didn’t have the key so she knocked. It took a while before anybody answered. Gloria… Natasha felt her body turn to ice. “Hello…” “Where is Isaiah?” “He’s in the living room.” Natasha made her way inside and found Isaiah sitting there having a beer. Wine cup filled for Gloria. The way he looked her up and down made her shiver inside. “The fuck are you wearing?” He asked standing up. “What’s going on here then?” She asked right back. “This looks cosy.” “Where were you?” He was not listening to her. “Out. At a club… Now your turn, what’s going on?” “Nothing.” Gloria was the one to reply. “I came for a chat.” “A chat? I wasn’t born yesterday.” Natasha snapped. Isaiah rubbed his ear lobe. He was pissed. *** Isaiah saw red… Only red… She was dressed like a fucking hooker. “Did he feel you up?” He asked her. “What?” “Did your mother choose the dress for you?” “Go die Isaiah. I came here because I missed you and this is what I find?” “Missed me? Missed me so much you wanted to show me what you look like when you are with him?” “No… I was out… I wanted to see you.” “So you dress like a fucking hooker!” He yelled out so loud. He was angry, he was going to kill her. Both her and Gloria jumped from fright. “You came to show me how he likes you to dress?” “I… I… No…” She shook her head and looked around. She was thinking this was a bad idea coming here. Damn straight it was. “Tell me, did he have a good time feeling you up in front of his friends?” “He didn’t touch me.” “No?” He was not buying it. “You are here with her and you want to be angry at me?” Oh she was trying to get out of it by shifting the blame to him. Funny. “Having a drink as you can clearly see.” “Having a drink now, but we all know where that is going to lead…” “Did you tell him yet Natasha?” Bitch was pissing him off. He had been going crazy thinking about why she didn’t end it with Charles yet. “I… I just need some time.” “Time? Time? I’ve given you almost a month… How much time do you need?” “It’s not that easy Isaiah.” He had been so sure that she had fallen for him like he had fallen for her, so sure… Now… Not so much. “Explain to me why it’s not that easy. Ha?” He walked right up to her and grabbed her chin hard forcing her to look up at him. “You like to parade yourself for him?” He was so angry. The more he looked at her dolled up face, the more he wanted to mar her gorgeous face. Natasha didn’t respond. She just looked at him with her big blue eyes. “You have nothing to say… I’ll tell you why? Because you are a fucking replica of your mother.” He shoved her away from him hard before he turned to leave. Gloria moved over to him to make sure he was settled and was not going to hurt Natasha. He didn’t want her around. He left them both and headed up to his room. If he stayed there, he was sure to hurt Natasha. He prayed that she was smart enough to leave. It was not a good idea having her be under the same roof as him. His jealousy and rage was a worry. It was for the best for all involved that he just stay right away from Natasha, he needed to cool down. Stupidly enough, Natasha followed him to the room. He shook his head. “Go.” He was giving her a warning. “Go.” “Can we talk?” “No.” Isaiah really needed her to leave. Just looking at the way she as dressed was pissing him off. “Isaiah, you’re being ridiculous.” She had the gall to stand there and tell him he was being ridiculous. Not thinking, Isaiah walked right up to her and wrapped his hand around her neck. “You look like a fucking tramp…” He said through clenched teeth. “A fucking tramp…” He could see the look of uncertainty cross her face. She waited until he let her go before she spoke. “You have some nerve. You and Gloria were going to have sex… Romantic night planned was it? Did I ruin your plans?” Isaiah grabbed her arm and forced her to the mirror so she could see what she looked like. “You think because you paid big money for this outfit that it doesn’t make you a hooker? Your mother is pimping you out… You let him see this part of you.” Isaiah grabbed the material down the centre of her breast. “What are you covering?” He forced her to turn around and face him. “You like him and every other fucker alive to look at your body?” “I was at a club. Everybody dresses like that.” She shook her head. “What is with you?” “What’s with me? Let me tell you… You are still engaged… That’s my biggest problem, then the small issue of having you walk around looking like a fucking slut!” Natasha held her head high as she looked into his eyes. “Fine… You want to be this way… Fine. I’ll go. Big mistake me coming… I know that now. Dumb me thought I had missed you and wanted to be with you.” She said shaking her head. She turned around and came to leave. “Don’t you fucking dare turn from me!” She was dismissing him and Isaiah didn’t like that. She still thought she could treat him how she wanted to and get away with it. Her back stiffened before she turned back around to face him. “What do you want? You don’t know what you want. I came to see you, you are too dumb to get that, what would you like me to do? I’m not going to hang around here if you are going to sulk.” Isaiah walked right up to her and stroked her face. She looked a little unsure of his motive. “You wanted to do this full relationship thing… I haven’t fucked another soul since we made that pact…” He said quietly. His mind was anything but quiet. “I haven’t either…” She said looking him in the eyes. “No, what you’ve done is just as bad.” She shoved him away from her using both her hands. “I’m done. You have some serious issues.” She said angrily. “Done? Are you?” He gave her a smile. “Yes. Go back where you came from. You are a hillbilly who belongs with idiots like yourself. You don’t know how to be civil.” She snapped. “Okay, you want civil?” He asked. Isaiah didn’t know why he did it, but he smacked her hard across her cheek. He didn’t hold back on his strength, he was so angry and so blinded by rage that he reacted. Natasha had hit the floor. “How’s that for civil?” He asked looking down at her. He could see her shock, she had her hand on her face as she looked up at him. “You want to parade yourself?” For some reason his anger didn’t ebb, not this time, he was working himself up, looking at her long legs, looking at her cleavage… He knew exactly how men looked at her, what they thought about doing to her. He knew… “Come on Tasha… Tell me, is that civil enough for you?” He stood there as she made her way up. She didn’t say a word. He was so fucking angry, angry at himself for not being able to get over this. “I’m going home.” She said when he stood there and waited for her to say something. “Back to him?” He asked tilting his head. “Yes Isaiah, back to him.” No… No she did not. Isaiah nodded his head. “Go. Go, I want you to go, and I want you to marry him. I’m telling you now that we are over… We are done.” She nodded her head. “Okay.” She said before she walked out of the room. Isaiah wanted to break everything in the room. What the fuck just happened? He followed her down the stairs and to the door. She was looking for the car keys. His car… Might have been hers once upon a time, but now the cars were all his. “No… No baby, you can figure this out on your own.” He said opening the door and shoving her outside. She almost fell. He had her bag and left it inside. She could die from the cold out there. She wanted to dress like a two bit hooker, good. She can handle the cold then. Isaiah shut the door and locked it. Natasha banged on the door. “Isaiah… Isaiah!” He refused to let her in. The gate was locked, so she could not get in or out without her keys. She would learn how to dress. He watched her on the monitor, she looked like she was freezing. After her tantrum she sat by the door with her knees up… He could see her fucking underwear… She was shaking. He left her out there for over an hour and a half. Only then did he open the door and let her in. She looked up at him before she stood up and made her way inside. Natasha didn’t say a word to him, she went straight to her room, obviously to have a hot shower. Isaiah didn’t see her again until the following morning. He found her sitting in the living room with a blanket. He still had her keys and her bag so she was not going anywhere. He moved and sat down beside her. “Teaches you to dress like a hooker.” He said as he put a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You ever dress like that again and I’ll whip you.” He said meaning every word. She turned to face him, uncertainty in her eyes. “You can’t tell me what to do.” “Can’t I? I think I just did.” He touched her lips, fuck she was gorgeous. This new found obsession was not a good thing. He was scared of himself. “Stop Isaiah. You ask why I haven’t told Charles yet? This is the reason. You get all crazy obsessive like. You think you own me. At least he doesn’t care what I do, how I dress, who I’m with…” “Yeah, and that’s why your cheating on him.” He said feeling his anger rise again. “Be very careful baby.” “Stop.” Natasha didn’t look too confident now. “You don’t want to push me. Trust me on this.” Not knowing what came over him, Isaiah pressed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. He was not being gentle, he wanted to hurt her. To brand her as his. She belonged to him and him alone. That’s all that mattered. “Apologise.” He spoke into her mouth. He kissed her again before he repeated it. “Apologise for letting other men ogle your body.” He needed her to understand that he was never going to let this be okay. Her body was not for others. When she didn’t do as he wanted, Isaiah grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up so she was looking into his eyes. He was tugging at her scalp and it looked like it would be painful. He made it so it was painful. “Sorry.” She cried out when he tugged harder. She was wincing from the pain. “For?” “For letting men look at me.” He nodded his head before he kissed her again. For some reason he couldn’t get enough of her taste. The more he took the more he wanted, she was like a drug to him. Isaiah shoved her down so she was laying on her back, her moved atop her and sunk in between her legs all the while kissing her. He didn’t care what happened last night, all he cared about was the here and now. He pulled up her nightie and moved her underwear aside before he thrust his now freed cock deep inside her inviting heat. Isaiah grabbed both her hands and pulled them over her head. “They don’t move.” He said before he bit her nipple through the material. He bit it hard and did the same to the other breast. He squeezed both her breast hard wanting her to feel the pain. Wanting her to know who she belonged to. Natasha did as she was told, that was a first, she kept her hands high above her head as he pounded his cock inside her. “Your body is mine… Mine…” He said biting her bottom lip. He felt her pussy contract around his cock. Fuck she was magnificent. “Say it.” He growled needing to hear her say it. Needing her to validate that she was his. “I’m yours.” And that was just the thing to make him lose his head. He came with so much force, he wasn’t sure if she found her pleasure or not, his pleasure was just way too intense to care about anything at this point. He didn’t move off her until he had his breathing in order. He placed his head on her forehead needing to get it together. Once he was done, he pulled out of her and adjusted himself. Natasha sat up slowly and stood up. “You want an apology? How about I get one…” She said before she left him and headed up to the room to wash. Apology? What the fuck did she want an apology for? He would never understand her. Never ever in a million years would Isaiah begin to understand what goes on in her head. Apologise? The hell was she on about? He found out later she wanted an apology for how he struck her, and for locking her outside. She was not going to let it pass until her apologised. “I had my reasons.” He said pretending not to be interested in what she was raving on about. “Reasons for hitting me?” “Yep, my woman does not walk around and show off her body.” “Wow…” “And you have a serious attitude problem. You need to watch what comes out of your mouth.” “Oh my god. That is no right for you to hit me.” “Don’t care. Learn respect and I won’t need to hit you.” “Oh my god.” She was getting it now. He didn’t play to her tune. She needed to answer to him. She was not above him. She walked passed him to grab her bag. Isaiah grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. “You are going to end it today.” He said looking into her blue eyes. “I want this to happen today.” “You told me we were over. To leave.” “Shut up. Do you hear me?” She frowned. “Isaiah, it’s not that simple.” “Stop fucking saying that.” He snapped. “Today Tasha. It’s done today. If you don’t do it, I will.” He shoved her off him and stood up. Natasha looked at him like he had lost the plot. “You make me afraid to do this. To come back to you when you are all crazy.” “Maybe I wouldn’t be crazy if I wasn’t thinking about you with that fucking idiot.” He was going to lose it again. She must have realised how serious this was because she gave up. “I’ll end it today.” She said quietly. “Make sure you do.” He was not giving an inch. By god if she didn’t do this today, he was going to see Charles and tell him personally that he had been fucking his fiancé. Natasha nodded her head. She was different. He didn’t understand it but she had changed somehow. She loved him, she was different because she was in love with him and she didn’t know how to pretend that she wasn’t. How different was it to when her mother forced her to be with him? This was not rehearsed, he could see how much she wanted to be with him… So why the hell was she holding back for?
