Chapter 78 A freaking green Ring
Natte was worried how I’d feel because of my privacy concerns, and because of how I had wanted to spare Will’s feelings as much as possible.
I reassured him I was fine with it all. It was bound to hit the press one day, so sooner rather than later.
So now it's out, Natte and I can get on with just enjoying one another.
I stare out through the heavily tinted window looking at Texas all around me. I feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be with Natte Johnson. To have him back in my life, and for us to finally be together.
And for him to love me back, like I’ve always loved him.
If only we’d told one another how we felt earlier when I turned eighteen r, maybe we would never have lost so much fun. Maybe we would have always been together, and Natte would never have had the the extreme drug problem and I would have been there for him when Bonny died.
It’s sad to think we’ve missed out on so many years together, but we have each other now and that’s what matters.
So, I have no idea where I’m going tonight, which is a tad frustrating, but the flip side is that it’s just Natte and I tonight. He told Devi and Ben to stay at the hotel.
I know, I couldn’t believe it either.
Devi was not comfortable with Natte going out alone. But Natte is the boss and what he says goes. He can be pretty authoritative when he wants to be. And it’s really very sexy to see in action. I might let him be all authoritative with me in bed later tonight.
I know why Natte wanted to go out alone with me. He’s trying to give me a normal night out after last month's escapade at the resort. Trying to prove to me that life can be normal with him at times.
So there’s no Devi following us. Just Natte and I in his 2026 Porsche Taycan Turbo GT.
It’s a sexy car, just like its driver.
Natte had it delivered earlier for us to go out in tonight, and Steve has also changed the Merc’s, so now Natte’s got Audi’s for the remainder of his stay.
However long that will be.
We haven’t talked about going home yet. I know I have to go to my apartment, I haven't talked to pine for a month now, I don't know what he's feeling now
Every time I think about being
without Natte, I get this awful strangling, tightening sensation in my tummy.
So for now, I’m not thinking about it. I'm not thinking about Pine
Natte takes the next turn, taking us down to modern Tiffany.
He pulls the car over just outside Tiffany’s and turns the engine off.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, a little frisson of energy bursting in my tummy.
Of course I have an idea, well a hope, of what we’re doing here, but I have to ask just to be sure.
“There’s something I need to pick up,” he answers.
“Oh, okay. ”
My little glimmer of sparkly hope vanishes.
Of course, I don’t want Natte spending lots of money on me, but if he ever felt the need to buy me something pretty from Tiffany’s then I wouldn’t take total offence to it.
I’ve always wanted jewellery from Tiffany’s.
A: Because I love Audrey Hepburn and Breakfast at Tiffany’s and wanted to be her for a while when I was younger, well I still kind of do.
B: I love her music symbol.
But mainly C: Because the jewellery is just so ridiculously beautiful, but it’s also, so very out of my price range.
Anyway, he’s here to pick something up, and that’s cool.
Maybe it’s something for his mum. He did speak to her on the phone earlier.
He told her about him and me.
Apparently, she’s really please and is looking forward to seeing me again.
Honestly, the thought makes me nervous. Maybe it’s because I’ll be seeing Nattes mom again after all these years as Nattes girlfriend, and not just Nattes little friend.
I climb out of the car and Natte meets me around the other side.
Luckily, the streets are fairly quiet tonight, as I don’t fancy another mobbing like we had earlier.
Natte takes hold of my hand and we walk toward Tiffany’s.
I’ve been in a Tiffany’s store before, of course. Looked around then left before I either killed my visa or cried.
The closed sign is up on the door, but the place is all lit up, and I can see a man walking toward the door.
They’ve kept the place open late for Natte.
Oh, the power of money and status.
We’re greeted at the door by the man inside who identifies himself as Brown
Brown is well groomed and very attractive. He reminds me of Steve in a way. I wonder if he’s gay…
“Your piece is ready for you,” Brown is saying to Natte as we follow him over to the brightly lit, glossy, sparkly counter.
But I’m barely listening. It’s so damn pretty in here. My head is swivelling on my neck.
It looks even fancier than the one on Bond Street back home. It probably isn’t, it’s just because it’s here in amazing that I think so.
More than anything, I want to visit Tiffany & Co. in New York. The original and the best.
One day Shia, one day.
I’m getting distracted, there’s just so much to look at, and my fingers are itching to touch things.
A display of rings to my left catches my eye, so I drop Natte’s hand and wander over to have a look, leaving him to get his ‘piece’.
The thought makes me want to giggle. I’m so immature at times.
My eyes roam the gems in the glass case, white diamonds, sapphires, yellow diamonds, and oh my god, a green diamond. A freaking green diamond! I didn’t even know you could get green diamonds!
I’m actually freaking out a little here. Because
this has to be the most beautiful ring I have ever seen in my whole entire twenty- two years on this planet.