The moment I let that out something in me burned in wrath. Would she become like that for idiots like them?... That doesn't sound right to me. It wouldn't make sense. Then again, the concern made me imagine other things… Things like that Mason guy playing with her hair and hugging her, like he did outside the company's building.
"Tsk. That fucker. Using her for her money." I threw the pillow once I imagined them holding hands and kissing. "Damn it! I really don't like that. What does she see in that kind of thing?!"
Her hands, I had watched them carefully when she said she met Natasha at the elevator. They were somehow small but smooth and lovely to hold, contrary to what her serious demeanour initially could make one think. There's also the way she stares at me sometimes from behind those glasses and how she shrinks when laughing… It's weird for someone like her to accept that kind of relationship.
"This is already weird, Sir…"
