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

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—"