Chapter Eighty Three

Natasha's pov

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him fully.

"You want me to stay?" I asked, looking directly into his green orbs.

He looked me in the eyes and nodded.

"Why?" I asked, curiosity taking over me.

"Why not? Milan is a great place plus you already have a job with me, I can easily promote you to being a top executive. It's a wise move if you ask me."

I rolled my eyes at him. The fact that he was trying to gaslight me into something he wanted for his own personal gain both irked and amused me. Did he honestly think he was talking to an idiot?

"That's sweet but that's not a concrete enough reason for me to stay. As a matter of fact nothing is. New York is my home and it's where my only family resides. I'm not leaving her because of some job prospects and great sex."

I replied dryly.

I was not going to leave Alisia in New York all by herself with her still hating me because of some hot Italian man that happened to be an on again off again kidnapper and was linked to the