You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Chapter 195

Natasha's face was flaming red, but she maintained a neutral expression and closed her eyes before saying, “She'll misunderstand if we don't go out now.”

Kenneth pressed her up against a wall as soon as she moved to leave. “Let her, then. You're her mommy, and I'm her daddy. That is an indisputable fact.”

Natasha stared into his dark, burning eyes.

He looked at her and leaned closer, breathing in the faint scent of champagne still clinging to her. Her cheeks were flushed from drinking, especially her ruby red lips, which whittled him down to his basal desire.

He cupped his hand over her silky cheek. “The blush on your face is intoxicating, Nat.”

Then, he bent to slant his mouth over hers.

Before their lips connected, Natasha suddenly said, “Have I been too tolerant of you lately, Kenneth?”

He jolted and leveled a sharp gaze on her.

“I can't promise anything if you take advantage of me one more time,” Natasha said.

She kept her wits about her even in such a heated moment, and Kenneth didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But that's who Natasha is, no?

“Didn't you know that being with a gorgeous girl is a happy death thus deserved?” Kenneth laughed.

“Do you want to meet your maker? I'm willing to grant your wish.” Her hand shot out toward his head.

He captured her hand in his bigger one, deftly avoiding her wound. “Are you thinking of murdering your husband?”

“Ex-husband,” she corrected.

His brow arched. She will seize every opportunity to remind me of that.

He suddenly said, “Nat, I'm sorry. Really, I am. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Natasha looked into his eyes, and there was nothing but earnestness in their depths. “I never thought my heart would be enthralled by a woman, let alone by you, but life is ironic sometimes. I can't let you go, Nat. I'm not expecting your forgiveness now, but will you give me another chance? Please do not sentence me to death for one mistake. Allow me another opportunity to make my case,” he pleaded.

Natasha never imagined the proud Kenneth Hamilton would utter those words to her.

Admittedly, his looks and body were undeniably her type, so she had dived into a marriage with him without hesitation back then.

However, the hurt and pain were real, too.

Though she didn't exhibit her anguish and throw a fit, it didn't mean she was unfeeling.

She told herself that actions had consequences and that she should be able to endure them. Little did she know, it had cost her everything.

“Kenneth...” Natasha started. “I know that you have done many things for me lately, and I appreciate them all. My hatred for you has lessened, but I'm afraid I still cannot take you back,” she said.

He looked at her with a hooded gaze. “That's okay. It's my responsibility to earn your forgiveness. I'm content as long as you don't hate me.”

Her answer had sparked hope in him.

“Hate?” Her eyes were dancing. “Do you think we would be in this circumstance where you're copping a feel of me if I hated you?”

He stilled as if he couldn't believe his ears, his eyes never leaving her. “Nat, do you mean—"

“Nothing. It's the effect your face has on the dopamine levels in my body. There's nothing else,” she backpedaled.

After all, she was an ordinary woman whose body would naturally react to a man. She wasn't ashamed about it. However, Kenneth would misconstrue her reasoning no matter what.

She doesn't hate me. In fact, she feels something for me. Yes, that's it!

Kenneth's eyes lit up as he stared at Natasha.

She frowned. “Are you going to let me go now?” Only then did he reluctantly release her.

Her frown deepened at his pleased expression. “Don't think too much of it. I'm not disdainful of you, nor do I hate you, but that could be because I haven't had interaction with anyone of the opposite sex in a long time. Perhaps I would have had the same response if you were another man.” She walked out of the dressing room without waiting for his reaction.

A cryptic smile played on his lips as he looked at her departing back.

He hurried to catch up with her. “Nat, there's no way there would be another man with you as long as I'm still alive.”

Natasha didn't deign him a response.

Kenneth regarded her with raised brows and made a wisecrack without slowing his steps. “If you have an excess of dopamine or need help in other areas, I wouldn't mind offering my assistance.”

“Well, I do mind!” she snapped.

Anthony, Benjamin, and Denise wandered around but couldn't find Natasha.

Anthony and Benjamin, in reality, knew what was going on. Seeing Denise trying her best to put up a show, Benjamin couldn't help but say, “Stop leading us in circles, Denise. Tell us what you saw—”

Before he could finish, Natasha and Kenneth emerged from the dressing room together and ran into the kids.

Anthony and Benjamin traded a loaded glance, despite knowing what happened between them in the dressing room. Why didn't both of them leave separately if they don't want others to find out?

Benjamin couldn't help teasing, “Ah, so you were inside, Nat. Denise said she didn't see you, and we had to circle the venue.”

Natasha was silent. Nothing happened in the dressing room, but Denise made it

seem as if she had seen something obscene.

“You have poor eyesight, Denise. I should get you a pair of glasses,” Benjamin continued, his eyes cutting back to her.

She turned and made a face at him. “You don't know anything.”

Anthony refrained from adding his opinion upon seeing Natasha's crimson face. It seems like Mommy gave in.

“Why are you flushed, Nat?” Benjamin didn't relent.

“No, I'm not,” she denied.

“No? It's obvious, though. What were you doing in there? Why were you inside for so long?”

“What else could I possibly be doing? I was changing!”

“Changing? Together? With him?” Benjamin's gaze darted back and forth between Natasha and Kenneth before he laughed sardonically. “So Denise didn't see anything when she went in?”

His expression and tone implied that he knew they were doing anything but proper.

Natasha sucked in a deep breath and was about to open her mouth when Kenneth walked forward to gently nudge Benjamin's head. “You little hellion. You knew what had happened but continued asking. Your mommy is easily embarrassed, so quit teasing her.”

The words dried up in Natasha's throat. Why is everyone making it worse?