You're Out Daddy

The banquet went on as usual.

Natasha was walking when Kenneth came up from behind her and took her arm, pulling her along with him.

She frowned at his back. “What are you doing?”

He shot her a sideways glance over his shoulder. “I’m taking you upstairs to change into something else.”

Then, he hauled her up the stairs to a spacious dressing room full of evening gowns.

Natasha entered, her gaze surveying the room before she turned to look at Kenneth warily. “Was Erin dousing me with champagne part of your plan, too?”

He approached her with a smile, studying her features with an adoring expression. “You overestimate me.”

“So this…” She looked at him.

“This is a VIP dressing room prepared for the socialites in case of emergencies. Don’t worry, the outfits in here are occasionally replaced with new seasonal pieces that have never been worn. Anyone who wears it leaves with the outfit,” he explained.

Natasha arched her brow slightly. “It sure is fun being wealthy.”

“Why, are you poor?” Kenneth asked, his eyes burning into hers.

He recalled her giving him ten million without batting an eye, and he still didn’t know where she got that amount of money. However, he knew that wasn’t all she possessed. She definitely had deeper pockets.

It didn’t matter, though.

He didn’t care if she kept countless secrets like a riddle.

Natasha’s eyes lowered when she felt Kenneth’s probing gaze on her, and she spoke with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Compared to you, Mr. Hamilton, yes.”

“If you want it, everything here is now yours,” he said.

“Oh, really? What’s the catch?”

“None. As long as it’s you.” His gaze was unfathomable, and he didn’t look like he was joking.

“You won’t regret it?” she asked.

as long as you give me a job in the future,” he said. “I could even work

His gaze darkened.

taking advantage

low,

a gown from the rack. “Forget

a smirk as he faced her back. “I wouldn’t just be any other

“What

He narrowed his eyes.

you now.” With that, she went into the changing

knew she was mocking him, but he couldn’t bring

up with me? Or do I

was his

for her to finish, a smile tugging

gown and took a moment to emerge from the spell Kenneth weaved around

realized the zipper hung low on the back, and

a knock sounded on the door. It was Kenneth on the other

and didn’t

is rushing us outside,”

and staring at him,

ran the length of

me another dress. I can’t fit into this

fit?” He gave her a once-over. “It looks fine. You’re slender. How

averted her eyes uncomfortably.

a brow, and his lips quirked upward. “Why didn’t you say

he had rounded Natasha and stood

there’s no need.” Natasha gripped the gown tighter to

her back as if he

a willowy figure with smooth, alabaster skin. Her neck curved into the gentle slope of her shoulder, and even the way the bones on her back were shaped was beautiful. She looked

Kenneth didn’t say a word, Natasha could feel his eyes boring holes

tension hung in the air

“Kenneth…”

When he reached for the zipper, the tips of her

he smirked. He pulled the zipper up—slowly,

century as he fastened

leaned in closer and asked in a low voice, “You haven’t answered

“What?” she retorted.