Page 150 of Stanton Unconditional

Natasha

I watch Joshua leave the cafeteria followed by his security team. “Oh my God, Bridget, this is a disaster,” I stammer as I grab her arm over the table.

She frowns. “What is?”

“Jesten, that’s who. He texted me, and Josh read the text and now I have lied to Joshua and he thinks Jes is a girl.”

She rolls her eyes as she drinks her coffee. “Just tell Jes you are back with Josh, easy.”

“I’m going to eventually, but they are fighting each other next week in the stupid cage fighting shit and Jesten will bait Joshua even more if he knows that we are back together and we both know Joshua will kill Jesten even harder if he knows we are friends now,” I stammer, exasperated. She screws up her face in disgust.

“I’m too tired for this shit and you can’t kill someone harder. If they are dead, they are dead.”

I put my head into my hands on the table. “Why hasn’t he texted back? What if he just turns up at my house?” I whisper, mortified.

She smiles broadly at me. “That would actually be funny though, wouldn’t it?”

I glare at her. “No, not at all.”

“Imagine if Joshua answers the door, like in a towel and it’s Jesten, what do you think would happen?” She smiles.

I put my hand over my mouth as the horrific scene unfolds in my head.

I take my phone back out of my bag and text Jesten again.

Matter of urgency.

I’m at work all weekend.

I will call you on Monday.

My heart rate has picked up and I am starting to sweat. “Why isn’t he texting me back, so I know he got the message, the idiot,” I snap

“Because he thinks you are at work. Chill out, for Pete’s sake.” Bridget rolls her eyes at me. “I think Abbie is breaking up with Tristan tonight.”

My face falls. “Why? They have been getting on so well.”

Bridget shrugs. “She thinks she isn’t ready to settle down and Tristan is the kind of guy you marry and have kids with.”

“Shit,” I whisper. “That’s shitty, poor Tristan.”

“She’s an idiot, someone else will snap him up and she’ll lose him.” She sighs.

I shrug. “Who knows, I think if you are meant to be you will always find a way back to each other.” I smile.

Bridget narrows her eyes at me. “That’s romantic bullshit and you know it.”

“Josh and I have always found our way back to each other.” I shrug.

“Hey, on that note has he told you he loves you yet?” Bridget questions with a raised brow.

I sip my coffee. “No, it’s a noticeably absent comment in our conversations.”

She nods as she sips her coffee. “But you’ve told him.”

“Yes, every day,” I mutter.

“Hmm,” she says flatly.