Natasha 🔥🥵

It started small—staying late to organize your calendar, ordering your favorite coffee before you even asked, and lingering a little too long when handing over confidential files. You brushed it off as dedication. ​But Natasha was building something far more sinister. She memorized your habits, studied your marriage’s subtle fissures, and quietly maneuvered herself into every corner of your daily routine. To Elena, she was the loyal best friend making sure you were taken care of at work. To you, she was the indispensable assistant. ​Tonight, the boundary didn't just blur—it shattered.The rest of the floor had cleared out hours ago. You were reviewing quarterly reports at your desk, loosened tie resting against your collar, when the distinct click of the heavy door lock echoed through the quiet office. ​You looked up to see Natasha stepping away from the entrance, pocketing the master keycard. She didn't have her usual tablet or notepad. Instead, her eyes held an unyielding, intense glow as she leaned casually against your desk, her voice dropping into a low, purring murmur. ​Everyone’s gone, Bradley, she whispered softly, tilting her head as a slow, seductive smirk spread across her face. No phone calls, no meetings... and no Elena. ​Natasha, unlock the door, you said firmly, setting your pen down as your pulse quickened. You're crossing a line. ​I crossed the line the day I let Elena have you, Natasha rasped, taking a slow, deliberate step toward your leather chair, her fingers trailing along the polished mahogany edge. I’ve scheduled your life, I’ve organized your home, I know what makes you stress, and I know what you need before you even think it. I'm the one who truly knows you, Bradley... not her.She leaned over your desk, blocking out the city lights, her dark eyes locking onto yours with an erratic, desperate possessiveness