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.

“Of course not, as long as you give me a job in the future,” he said. “I could even work for free.”

His gaze darkened.

“Are you taking advantage of me?”

Kenneth advanced toward her and challenged in a low, gravelly voice. “Are you giving me a chance?”

Natasha pivoted and took a gown from the rack. “Forget about it. I don’t like ripping people off.”

His lips curved into a smirk as he faced her back. “I wouldn’t just be any other person if you’re willing.”

She stilled and met his eyes. “What goes around comes around, Kenneth Hamilton.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“It’s happening to you now.” With that, she went into the changing room.

Kenneth knew she was mocking him, but he couldn’t bring himself to be upset.

“Can I do whatever I want when my sins have caught up with me? Or do I have to continue paying

them off?” he asked.

Silence was his only answer.

He sank into a chair while waiting for her to finish, a smile tugging at his lips.

Inside the changing room, Natasha stared at the gown and took a moment to emerge from the spell

Kenneth weaved around her. Then, she changed out of her stained dress.

After putting on the gown, she realized the zipper hung low on the back, and she couldn’t reach it no

matter how hard she strained.

Her brows knitted in frustration. Just then, a knock sounded on the door. It was Kenneth on the other

side. “Do you need help with anything?”

Natasha froze and didn’t answer.

“Denise is rushing us outside,” he continued.

The door swung open to reveal Natasha standing inside and staring at him, her face flushed and body

tense.

His eyes ran the length of her. “What’s wrong?”

“Bring me another dress. I can’t fit into this one.”

“Can’t fit?” He gave her a once-over. “It looks fine. You’re slender. How could you not fit into it?”

She averted her eyes uncomfortably. “I can’t reach the zipper!”

Kenneth raised a brow, and his lips quirked upward. “Why didn’t you say sooner? I’ll help you.”

“There’s no need—” Before she could finish, he had rounded Natasha and stood behind her.

“I said there’s no need.” Natasha gripped the gown tighter to herself.

His eyes were trained on her back as if he didn’t hear her.

She had 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 gorgeous.

Though Kenneth didn’t say a word, Natasha could feel his eyes boring holes into her back.

A charged tension hung in the air at that moment.

“Kenneth…”

“Almost done.” When he reached for the zipper, the tips of her ears grew warm.

Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Kenneth, and he smirked. He pulled the zipper up—slowly, gently,

tenderly.

It felt like a century as he fastened a simple zipper.

After he was done, he leaned in closer and asked in a low voice, “You haven’t answered my question.”

“What?” she retorted.

“Would you grant my wishes when I finished paying back?”

Natasha pulled her shoulder back as his warm breath fanned her ear. Her brain was a scrambled

mess.

Suddenly, Denise yanked the door open. “Are you done, Nat?”

Shock flashed across her face when she saw Kenneth standing behind Natasha intimately. Her eyes

blinked repeatedly like stars.

Did I see something inappropriate? Did I interrupt something between Daddy and Mommy?

Her mind whirled, and the next second, she pretended to be clueless, peering around the room.

“Where are they? Weren’t they changing in here? Where did they go?”

She lingered for a while more before heading to the door and quietly closing it.

Anthony and Benjamin came over. “Is Nat done?”

“She’s not in there!”

“No?”

“Yeah!”

“Why are you blushing?”

“N-No, I’m not!” Denise denied. “Maybe it’s too hot inside.”

Anthony exchanged a look with Benjamin.

“Let’s go and look for Nat!” Denise tugged on both of their arms and left.

Natasha and Kenneth heard every word of the exchange in the changing room.

Denise acted like something unseemly was going on between them when, in fact, nothing happened.

Natasha lifted her gaze and collided with Kenneth’s.

“Don’t you think Denise is rather… mature?” he commented with a smirk.

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