She dances

The next moment, George was in the kitchen with Rebecca. The maids were surprised to see their Madam's husband in the kitchen to cook.

It was their duty to cook for the family and that was the main reason they were getting paid but when Yvonne, their Madam's favorite maid, signaled to them, they understood that they were to leave the kitchen.

The maids left the kitchen mumbling about why the boss's husband would be cooking.

George ignored them, he loved cooking and he wanted to share that experience with Rebecca who seemed interested in whatever he did.

He knew how bad his life was and had made an oath to make his children experience a better life, and Rebecca was the first. Even though she wasn't biologically his and would never be his, he wanted to give her a good experience.

"Do you spend time with your Mama in the kitchen?" He asked, opening the refrigerator. She was resting on one of his arms.

Rebecca shook her head innocently and watched how the tall man carrying her took an apple to bite through it.

"Well, today, I am going to teach you how to cook," he mentioned and closed the refrigerator for a while. "Firstly, what am I eating?"

"An apple," she answered. "I want an apple, Papa." Not that she was craving it but she loved the way George was eating it and she wanted it.

"Here's the deal, I'll give you an apple if you learn how to cook with me," he smiled. "Are you okay with it, princess?"

"Yes, I like it," Rebecca responded and was placed to sit on the counter that was completely empty.

"Now, let me ask you, what am I holding?" He asked.

"Banana!" She cried, feeling so confident about her response.

George laughed. "It's not a banana," he told her. "It's a potato."

"Po–ta–to," she pronounced.

"Great!" George gave her a thumbs up. "So, I'm making mashed potatoes with steaks and some desserts that are specially made for you…" he used his finger to tap her nose. "...my princess."

Rebecca took his hand because he touched her nose. She was smiling brightly at him.

George returned the smile and leaned closer to her so that he could rub his nose with hers.

Rebecca liked it the moment George gave her that gesture. "Alright, princess, let's start cooking."

With that, he taught Rebecca how to pass ingredients and kitchen utensils when asked to. He gave her the privilege to see what they were cooking and tasting it.

Rebecca loved her experience in the kitchen and wished she could continue all night because it was fun.

She spent three hours in the kitchen with George and was eventually given the apple to eat. When George finished, he called the maids to assist him with getting the dishes to the dining table.

When they entered the kitchen, they could already perceive the aroma of the meals he cooked, causing them to mumble about how talented he was.

George took Rebecca to her Nanny and went to Natasha's room to change before eating with the family.

He was surprised to see the room empty when he entered, causing him to scoff. He went to the bathroom and seeing the door open he concluded that no one was in the room.

That's what he thought until he reached the center of the bathroom and caught a glimpse of something in the dressing area where the wardrobe and other things were located.

Seeing this, George went to check what was going on. When he saw Natasha, he stopped moving and stood where he was, watching her.

Natasha was about to leave the room, she was done with whatever she wanted to do in the bathroom but then she wanted to see the size of her ass and breasts so she left the door unlocked and went into the dressing room.

Natasha took her clothes off and checked herself out, she checked if she was shaved properly and smoothly, she checked her curves and was impressed, looked at her side, and bent her back to notice her ass.

Natasha wondered what it would be like if George slapped her cheeks and played with her tits. However, she dismissed it immediately and went to wear a sexy nightgown to see how she looked in it.

The nightgown was a gift she received on her wedding day with George from a friend she was close to back in school.

It was at this point George appeared and watched her dance in front of the mirror. She whined her waist effortlessly, bent a little, and twerked her ass which appeared so hot.

She used her waist to make some sexy dance moves and split her legs, twerking at the same time.

"I'm sure a good dancer!" She was proud of herself. "He wants to share the room with me?" She said to her reflection, still splitting her legs. "Fine, he should be ready for a bad girl like me," she smirked.

George was amazed, causing a smile to curve in his mouth. "I will enjoy it," he responded to her but was saying his words to himself.

But he recalled how she twerked and used her hands to rub her body in the dance. "Damn it, she's so good," he felt disappointed and left the room to act as if he was waiting for her.

George sat on the bed, looking at her fingers and smiling. It reminded him of his abusive toxic father.

George discarded that thought and Natasha appeared. Her expression declared how surprised she was.

"What are you doing here?" She asked sternly.

"I'm in my wife's room," George answered. "I told you that this is also my room. It's our room, you are not allowed to leave and…"

"Whatever," she cut him off as she had already told herself that she'd accept it.

Natasha walked away but before she could reach the exit, George held her back with his words.

"You are a very good dancer."

Natasha grimaced after hearing his statement and processing it. 'Did he…' she turned around the instant she understood what he meant.

"What are…did you…"

"My wife is damn sexy," George walked close to her. "I want to ask her on a date," he smirked seductively at her with those dead eyes, seeming as if he was bored.

"Ewww," she reacted. "A date with you?!" She scanned him with her eyes but George didn't mind. He ignored her gesture, grabbed her by her hand when she wasn't focusing, and pulled her with a great force to his body.

Natasha made no reaction until George took her other hand and placed it on his chest. "Tell me, do you like it when I touch you? If you do, why don't you want to date me then?"