"You can't just punch walls, Nat." You were slightly mad over her injured knuckles while aiding it. Natasha had to listen to all your complaints since the moment she stepped into your mom's house after a long day at work. Oh, and she punched the wall after you left her office this morning — you bribed her to tell you why but she didn't budge.

She smirked, arching an eyebrow at you. "Concerned?"

You paused, not looking at her. "Ugh!" You gave a light squeeze on her hand and she closed her eyes in pain. "The nerve of you to even ask that! Of course, I am."

"Why are you yelling?" She had an amused smile on her face which you ignored.

"I'm not!" You defend, glaring at her for a second which she chuckled at pointing her point.

"You are, and for the record, for someone as a normal assistant like you, you know too damn much, like how you suddenly know how to fix my hand, you should've become a doctor instead." She commented, and this time you stopped and looked at her who was sitting in front of you on the couch with a smug smile that you wanted to slap out off of her face.

"Nat, may I remind you that I have six brothers plus my father, and trust me when I say they're all hard-headed, always getting themselves hurt!" You rolled your eyes for all the times you had to fix either what part of their body or to mend their broken hearts.

"Dramatic," she scoffed at you, which made you gap at her.

"Mind you," you replied, wrapping up her hand then you stood up after to go wash yours, but Natasha had other plants as she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you onto her, your body flushed on hers like a conjoined twin (that's so weird if the author put it like that).

"Nat!" You squirmed, but instead, she shoved her face on your back, resting it.

"Mmm?" She hummed in return too tired to form a word.

"What are you doing?" You asked, still locked in that position, but you didn't get any response, so you took the liberty to move her arms away so you could turn and see what she was doing.

Her eyes were closed, breaths going in and out evenly, she was slowly falling asleep and she didn't have the energy to go upstairs, and you couldn't carry her. So, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, then pulled her to your side so she could rest her head on your chest, as she curled up into a ball. She hummed again but in satisfaction, as your fingers found their way to her hair, threading it as sleep took over her body.

"Good night, Ms. Red," you whispered. "Sweet dreams, my love." You added after you made sure she was asleep and that she didn't hear it because for sure she's only gonna tease you about how corny you are, which was fine by the way 'cause you are corny and delusional.

As the day went by, Natasha fell harder than you thought, because every day when she got a chance she'd steal a kiss from your lips, whether in a dark room, in her office, or an empty elevator when some people stepped out and the doors closed behind them just leaving the both of you — but this time it's different. Just before the doors of the elevator closed, a hand came through it, pausing, and then the door opened again, you were smiling, but then you cleared your throat and stepped a few meters from Natasha as the figure came in.

"Hi, babe," your heart stopped the moment you heard the voice. Haley.

"Oh! Hey," Natasha smiled, eyeing up her fiacée. "You didn't tell me you were coming?"

"You know me," her voice was laced with honey. "I love to surprise you." She whispered in Natasha's ear, glancing at you for a moment while she did it.

When Natasha pressed a kiss on Haley's cheek she was still looking at you. "Why is she here?" Haley asked, eyeing you up and down making you feel small but instead, you rolled your eyes at her.

"Well, what do you think?" You asked, surprised by your own words. She scoffed.

"I thought you fired her, baby," she said, glaring at Natasha.

"Yes, but she needs a job... for the meantime," Natasha replied.

The both of them started arguing in hushed tones, and something slipped from Natasha's mouth which had the three of you looking at each other, but before anyone could address the elephant in the room, the elevator dinged and you took the chance to get out of there.

The whole day passed by like a blur, and you didn't cross paths with Natasha or Haley, and you were thankful that it had been a quiet day.

The front door was open when you came home and a car was parked outside of your mother's house. You made a mental note and walked in.

"Hey, baby!" It was your voice that was laced with honey as you entered the house. There she was sitting by the fire. "How's your day, babe?" You were teasing her, and she rolled her eyes before looking at you.

Walking into the kitchen she still hadn't said a word. Frustrated, you grab yourself something to drink from the fridge, a bottle of beer, before walking back to the room where she is still sitting. She looked tired, but unlike the usual times, you didn't sit next to her instead, you leaned against the wall.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

You might have had a few drinks at a bar somewhere. But you didn't tell her that. "Bank, just needed to send money to Nathan." Normally, that would be the end of it but this time's different.

"School's over, what does he need the money for?"

"Uhm," you took a sip. "Boy stuffs?" You shrugged.

Natasha could tell that this wasn't your first drink of the night but she didn't mention anything, afraid that it'd end up somewhere differently. So the moment the room fell in complete silence, you felt like filling it, so you did.

"You do know that I let you fuck me for the money, right?" She looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, but you only smiled, teasing her. Oh, she knows where this is going.

"Oh? No feelings and such?" She arched an eyebrow, a smile forming on her lips.

"None at all, I don't do relationships, remember?" You replied, gaining an eye roll from her.

"That's because you haven't had one since birth," she said, scoring you good on that one.

You paused, letting her enjoy the small victory. "I'm not a hoe like you." She gapped at that.

She sat up properly, as you pushed yourself from the wall. "Excuse me, did you just call me a hoe!?" She almost laughed at her words.

"I mean, aren't you?" Toying with her doesn't get old. "You have a fiancée, and also have a chick." You point out, leaving your beer discarded on the floor.

"For one, I haven't had sex with Haley since a year ago," she defends, making you laugh. "And did you just call yourself a chick?"

"A year ago? Then what was she doing with your shirt when I saw her in your office?"

"Is that all you're thinking about, all this time? Her wearing my shirt?" Her voice changed suddenly.

Shrugging. "Can't blame the mistress, can you?" She snorted a laugh at this.

"You're not my mistress," she defends. "You weren't even one back then, hell, even now."

"Then what?" You were curious. "I mean we kissed, more than once, and had sex, I don't know, maybe five? Never mind, I've lost count." You strode on a chair and sat at its armrest.

"We were only making out," Natasha added, quietly as if ashamed of it.

Nodding your head. "You touched me more than once... It's sex, Natasha."

Rolling her eyes, "Sex then what!?" She was the one standing now, wiping the smile from your face. "What does sex have to do with any of this?"

"Because having sex with other people while in a relationship is called cheating, Natasha," you paused, watching her.

"I know, and I'm aware of it." She took in a deep breath.

"We should stop," You said, Her eyes darting at you but you were looking at the fire in the chimney.

"Fighting?" She questioned, she had to be sure.

"No," you looked back at her. "Everything, we should stop fighting, stop whatever we're doing."

"What?" She said. "You can't say we're over every time we fight over something."

"Well, in case you forgot, that something is Haley, your finacée." You exclaimed, not yelling.

Shaking her head, a silent disapprovement. "Why do you always give up so easily?" She asked, her jaw clenching.

"Because it's easier," you simply stated.

"Easier? That's it? You give up without putting out a fight because it's easier?"

"Yes, because even if I fight, I know I'll always lose because I'm the other woman. I'm the one you used to cheat with at Haley."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not using you to cheat on Haley."

"Then what? Tell me what I am, prove to me, deny the things that my head is telling me because at this point I just see myself as a mistress otherwise."

"You're my —" she paused, hesitation written all over her face.

"Okay," you swallowed thickly. "It's fine," you looked up to stop the tears before continuing, "you should go."

"No, just hear me out—"

"Go home, Natasha. Haley's probably worried sick about you anyway. And I'm tired."

Natasha collected herself, putting up a face. "If that's what you want, I'll be off then." You just nodded your head.

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