Chapter 50

Natasha’s POV

“What the hell was Emelda doing in such a restaurant?” I spat, my palm folded into a fist as I walked out of the elevator. “And who was she even with? He is so handsome and he looks rich.”

“Watch it, you good for nothing.” I yelled angrily at a waiter who pumped into him as I took a turn towards the exit. “Do you know how much my clothes cost? If you ruin it, your one year allowances won't even be enough.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you were not clearly not watching.” The waiter answered, his voice calm and quite professional.

“How dare you?” I barked, my eyes filled with fury. Without thinking, I picked up the mop bucket he dropped and emptied its contents over him.

My gosh! I yelled as I walked out, leaving the waiter wet. “You better know your class.”

Immediately, I left the hotel, I flagged down a cab. As I settled in at the passengers’ seat behind, I felt a little groggy from the white wine I had drank earlier.

“Those crazy girls, always trying to challenge me.” I ut