Hey everyone! I hope you guys like this chapter. There isn't a lot of Clint and Natasha interaction so I'm sorry about that. I promise there will be more, plus we'll see Clint working with Pierre again soon. But I hope you guys like this. Enjoy!
Natasha and Clint had to do some serious reconstruction with their back story once Natasha had committed to the seduction of Christophe Moreau. Charlotte Bouchard was bored with her marriage to Julien so she figured the trip to Monaco would bring the spark back into their marriage. But now that Julien was spending most of his time working for Pierre, she was feeling adventurous. Now that she'd met Christophe, she was sure she'd found her adventure.
As for Clint and Natasha, there was absolutely nothing wrong in their relationship. However, when they recited these details about Julien and Charlotte's personal life, even they'd begun to believe it. To push those details to the back of their minds, Natasha and Clint had made love in the shower. Charlotte and Julien may be having intimacy issues, but Natasha and Clint were not.
The next day, Clint went to work for Pierre as usual, leaving Natasha by herself. She wasn't planning another day with Christophe. Instead, she hoped to meet up with Jennifer. If Jennifer was bothered by the kiss in the lobby, she would've confronted Natasha by now. But she hadn't, so Natasha was still going to try to find out about Christophe and Jennifer's personal life.
Pulling a sheer green beach cover-up on top of her bikini, Natasha fluffed up her hair and then slid a pair of sunglasses on top of her head before heading out of the room. As far as she knew, Jennifer should still be in her hotel room so Natasha took the stairs up to the fourth floor to suite 413. She glided down the hall and stopped outside of the suite. She adjusted her green cover-up before rapping her knuckles on the door three times.
The sound of a child's voice grew closer until the door was yanked open and three-year-old Jacques stood in the doorway. "Bonjour!" he chirped.
Suddenly, the door opened further to reveal Jennifer. Her voice was devoid of all makeup and her hair was pulled up into a sloppy ponytail. She was wearing a ragged, old t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She bent down and scooped Jacques up in her arms before turning to Natasha.
"Hello," she said exasperatedly.
It wasn't cold or snooty, but tired and exhausted. Jennifer clearly wasn't happy to see Natasha but Jennifer was too nice. She wasn't going to push away the only person who had been nice to her.
"Is everything alright?" Natasha asked.
"Yes, yes, everything's alright," Jennifer said. "Just a little tired. Jacques kept me up all night."
"I'm so sorry," Natasha said apologetically.
Jennifer shook her head. "Don't be."
Natasha nodded her head in understanding. Something else was clearly going on behind closed doors with the Moreaus.
"You look like you could use some fun," Natasha said cheerily. "How about a trip to the beach? Little Jacques can build sandcastles. You can get some sun and a refreshing dip in the water."
Natasha could see Jennifer contemplating her offer. Natasha could practically see her weighing the pros and cons of going to the beach. It was almost as if she was wondering if she'd get in trouble for leaving the hotel room.
"Sure," Jennifer said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Let us just get ready." She stepped aside as she balanced Jacques on her hip. "You can come in if you'd like."
Natasha nodded and stepped into the suite. She waved Jennifer away and shut the door behind her. She watched as Jennifer bent over a set of suitcases and pulled out a wad of clothing. She stood up and turned to Natasha. "We'll just be a minute," she said as she gestured towards the bathroom.
Natasha nodded in understanding and Jennifer turned on her heel to disappear in the bathroom. Natasha heard the bathroom door click shut and she sprang into action. Stealthily moving about the room, she pulled open dresser drawers and lifted the mattress to check for any sort of important information or documents regarding Christophe or Jennifer. She knew Christophe wouldn't be stupid enough to hide anything of importance under the mattress but she figured she'd check just in case.
After a couple minutes of searching, Natasha heard the bathroom door open and she dropped into a chair on the other side of the room. Jacques toddled out into the room while Jennifer followed with two towels draped over her arm. She nodded to Natasha to let her know that she was ready and Natasha rose from her seat to follow Jennifer out of the room.
They walked down the hall in silence and the elevator ride was ridden in complete silence as well. When they reached the lobby, they filed out of the elevator one by one and headed out of the building to walk down to the beach.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky and Natasha had to slip her sunglasses over her eyes the moment she stepped outside. The sun was far too bright for nine o'clock in the morning. She followed Jennifer down the sidewalk until they crossed the street to the beach. A few early morning sunbathers were already lounging on the lounge chairs strewn about the beach. A small group of children were splashing in the water while a woman – supposedly their mother – looked on in admiration.
Jennifer made a beeline for two empty lounge chairs shielded by an umbrella and she immediately claimed the first one in the row by dropping her towels onto the seat. Natasha walked to the second lounge chair and sat down on the edge before scooting backwards to relax.
Natasha heard Jennifer sigh as she sat down in her lounge chair. She handed a bag to Jacques and he immediately dug inside to pull out a set of plastic buckets and shovels to begin making sandcastles. The little boy immediately forgot about the two women as he began to shovel the white sand into his bucket.
"He's very well behaved, you know," Natasha commented as Jacques contentedly dumped his bucket of sand upside down only for the structure to collapse.
Jennifer shrugged. "At times," she said. "He prefers the beach over the pool any day."
"Most kids do," Natasha noted.
Jennifer pulled off her t-shirt and shorts and lounged back in her chair. She slid her sunglasses down onto her face and then tilted her head back to rest against the chair. "This may be a strange question seeing as I only know you and your husband, but you two don't have kids do you?" Jennifer asked.
"Oh no, no," Natasha answered politely.
"Thinking about it?" Jennifer inquired.
Natasha shrugged. "Maybe."
The two women sat in silence. They basked in the sun as the waves crashed in the distance and the seagulls squawked from up above. Every so often, a squeal of discontent would come from Jacques as his sandcastle didn't quite work out to his liking. Otherwise, they laid in complete silence, soaking up the bright rays of the sun.
Natasha knew she had to start some sort of conversation with Jennifer. Otherwise, the trip to the beach would be completely pointless. Natasha wasn't one to just sit around and sunbathe – especially when she was on a mission – but how to pose a question about their personal life, Natasha wasn't quite sure.
Then, Natasha figured, she'd just nonchalantly ask about the day before. Christophe had definitely lied about Jennifer being ill. He had just said that to keep Natasha away from her.
"Jennifer, are you feeling better?" Natasha asked. "I stopped by the suite yesterday and Christophe had said you weren't feeling well."
Natasha turned to face Jennifer, only to see her head snap to the side. "I, umm, yeah," Jennifer stuttered. "I just had a bit of a headache. Going out in the sun would not have helped."
"Oh, that's a shame," Natasha pouted. "I hope they don't happen too often."
Natasha noticed Jennifer stiffen in the slightest. There was something more to this.
"They don't happen often, do they?" Natasha asked.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. "Only when Ch…" she trailed off, mumbling inaudibly under her breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that," Natasha coaxed.
"Only when Christophe and I…" she trailed off again.
Natasha stared back at Jennifer. She hoped that if she maybe stared her down, it would convince her to confess. Taking a deep breath, Jennifer wrung her hands together. "Only when Christophe and I fight," she whispered just loud enough for Natasha to hear.
"Oh I'm so sorry," Natasha moaned sympathetically. "I should've never asked."
Jennifer sighed and she looked as if a weight had been taken off of her shoulders. "No, no," she sighed. "Actually, it feels good to talk about it."
"So, then, how often do you and Christophe fight?" Natasha asked.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes we can go months without fighting. Other times, we'll fight every couple of hours."
"It happens in marriages," Natasha said, hoping it would comfort Jennifer. "Julien and I aren't exactly in a good place right now."
"But you two seem so happy!" Jennifer exclaimed.
Natasha let out a small laugh. "We like to put on an act for people who don't know us," Natasha said. It was so strange how true that statement was. "Well, I hope this doesn't keep happening. You're in Monaco for Christ's sake!"
Jennifer let out a laugh. "That is very true," she said in agreement. "But we're here for business and I don't…quite approve."
Natasha smirked to herself. Now they were getting somewhere. "Does this have anything to do with my husband too?" Natasha asked vaguely.
"Since he's working for them, I'm assuming he knows exactly what's going on," Jennifer growled.
Natasha found this to be very strange. Jennifer had been trafficked by her husband. She was given a better life than what she'd had. It was strange that she didn't quite approve of what they were doing.
"You're against what they're doing," Natasha stated.
"Yes, didn't I already say that?" Jennifer asked, her voice laced with irritation.
"Jennifer," Natasha said calmly as she reached across the space between their chairs to rest a hand on Jennifer's arm. "I know what they're doing."
Jennifer sat up and removed her sunglasses from her face to reveal her wide eyes. Her jaw had dropped and she was staring at Natasha in awe. "Did Julien tell you?" she asked.
"Of course," Natasha said as she relaxed back in her lounge chair. "Our marriage may be on the rocks but we still talk to one another."
Jennifer stared at Natasha for a couple more seconds before sliding her sunglasses back on her face. Natasha watched her out of the corner of her eye as she leaned her back against the chair, but Natasha could tell she was still stiff as a board.
"So you know that Christophe's trying to find a new wife then?" Jennifer inquired.
Natasha felt her blood run cold. So Christophe had grown tired of Jennifer and was now looking for a new bride. That's when Natasha realized why Christophe had taken such an interest in her. He liked her. He wanted her. He wanted to marry her. And that's why Jennifer had been so tense when Christophe and Natasha first met.
"Oh I'm so sorry, Jennifer," Natasha said innocently.
"It happens," Jennifer shrugged nonchalantly. "Marriages fall apart. People move on."
"No, Jennifer, this is not how it's supposed to be," Natasha said, genuinely concerned for her well-being now. "He's not supposed to choose from a bevy of women that were brought here against their will."
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders again. Natasha was in complete shock. Christophe was going to drop her like a sack of potatoes. Now that Natasha had practically told Christophe that Charlotte's marriage was falling apart, Christophe was definitely going to pursue Natasha. And the thought made Natasha want to throw up. But she swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and took a deep breath as she waited for a response from Jennifer.
However, she didn't get one for Jennifer rose from her lounge chair and took Jacques by the hand to lead him down to the water. Natasha watched them skirt along the edge of the water before dipping their toes in. Natasha stared at their backs as the two of them admired the bright blue water of the French Riviera and Natasha realized that this may be their last trip to Monaco.
Natasha needed a drink and she needed it now. When she parted ways with Jennifer in the lobby of the hotel after spending most of the day at the beach, she bid her good day before making a beeline for the closest bar. Not even bothering to put on her fake persona for the bartender, she ordered a vodka on the rocks and before she knew it, the clear glass was positioned in front of her with a straw and a napkin. She swiped the glass off of the table and took a long, meaningful sip of the hard liquor. She slammed the glass back down on the counter before pulling her phone out of her bag. She searched through her contacts and landed on the name "Julien." Selecting the correct number, she pressed her phone up to her ear as she listened to the ringing on the other end.
Unfortunately, Clint didn't pick up and the robotic voice on the other end told Natasha to leave a message. There was a beep that was a signal for Natasha to start and she took a deep breath. "Darling," Natasha said, hoping Clint would know she was being Charlotte and not Natasha. "I'm not feeling well so I was just calling to see when you'd be home. Call me when you get the chance."
Natasha disconnected the call and dropped her phone back into her purse. Sighing, she grabbed her glass of vodka and downed the remaining contents in her glass.
"Rough day?" she heard heavily accented gruff voice from her right. Putting on a show, Natasha jumped as she whipped her head around to see Christophe seated on the stool next to her with a sly grin plastered on his face.
Natasha composed herself, letting a smile spread across her face. "Long day in the sun makes me thirsty," Natasha joked.
Christophe chuckled. "Why don't you let me buy you another drink? You're done with that one."
Natasha wanted to do anything but spend more time with this bastard, but playing the part meant she had to spend time with him. With a smirk, she shook her glass and the ice rattled from within. Christophe smiled devilishly and then snapped his fingers to garner the bartender's attention. The bartender dropped what he was doing and approached Christophe and Natasha. Christophe simply grabbed Natasha's glass and pushed it across the counter. The bartender nodded to Christophe and walked away to refill Natasha's glass.
Christophe and Natasha waited in silence while the bartender refilled Natasha's drink. Within a couple minutes, the bartender had returned and slid Natasha's glass of vodka across the counter before stalking off to tend to his other customers. Delicately wrapping her fingers around the glass, she brought it up to her lips and tasted the drink.
"Taste okay?" Christophe asked.
Natasha swallowed the harsh liquid before turning to Christophe. She cracked a smile as she seductively stared at him. "Tastes fine," Natasha purred. Natasha may be able to handle two vodka on the rocks but Charlotte can't. "I'm already thinking about having another."
"Oh," Christophe moaned.
"Only if you'll join me," Natasha purred as she rested her chin in her hand. She saw Christophe tense up and stare back at Natasha. He held her gaze for a couple more seconds before snapping his fingers again to call for the bartender. The irritated bartender appeared in front of Christophe and he ordered rum on the rocks. The bartender nodded before sauntering off to prepare Christophe's drink.
As Christophe waited for his drink, Natasha eyed him out of the corner of her eye as she sipped her drink. Natasha hadn't planned to seduce Christophe this soon, but the opportunity had come up. If she could just get him slightly drunk and then seduce him, all she would need is Jennifer to catch them. If she played it right, it could work.
The bartender approached and slid Christophe's drink across the counter. Christophe caught his drink in his hand and then raised it for a toast in one swift move. With a smirk, Natasha raised her glass and tapped it against Christophe's with a clink. They smirked at one another before tipping their respective glasses to their lips.
Natasha watched Christophe take a big swig of his rum. He pulled the glass away from his lips for a second before taking another long swig. Natasha smirked to herself before taking another sip of her vodka.
Game on.
Several hours and close to 20 drinks later, Christophe was pretty wasted. He could barely stay balanced on his bar stool and he was slurring his words. And while Natasha had about the same amount of drinks that Christophe did, she was only slightly tipsy but still coherent. But she was nothing like Christophe. She could handle her liquor pretty well, but she needed to play the party of a drunk woman. So she slurred her words and swayed back and forth on her bar stool as well.
Natasha had to admit that she had lost track of time, though. She knew for sure that it was well past dark and Clint must have returned from work with Pierre, but how late it was, she wasn't sure. She just continued to laugh and drink with Christophe as the night wore on.
Around the time they ordered their 21st drink, Christophe turned to Natasha, swaying back and forth on his bar stool. His drink sloshed around in his glass and Christophe fended off a belch. "Yeh know," Christophe slurred. "Jennifer should be picking up Jacques from a play date from earlier tonight. Want to go upstairs?"
Natasha let out a high-pitched giggle. "Oh Christophe," she cooed flirtatiously.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
"How quick?" Natasha asked, her eyes widening.
Christophe shrugged. "A few minutes."
Wherever Jennifer was, it couldn't be far. Natasha figured she'd be gone and back in ten minutes or less. That was if Jacques didn't give her a hard time to leave his play date.
"Give me a couple seconds in the bathroom and we'll head upstairs," Natasha purred. She slammed her glass down onto the counter and then slid off of her stool. She remembered to stumble a couple steps as she walked away because Charlotte definitely had to be wasted after 21 drinks.
When Natasha knew she was out of Christophe's sight, she ducked around the corner and quickly pulled her phone out of her purse. She dialed Clint's number and anxiously listened to it ring. Fortunately, Clint picked up on the third ring, and before he could even get a word in, Natasha was talking a hundred miles a minute.
"I'm going upstairs with Christophe," Natasha stated. "Jennifer's gone for at least the next ten minutes. I need you to keep an eye on the entrance. If you climb up to the Moreau's balcony, I think you'll be able to spot Jennifer when she comes back.
"But I need you to make sure Christophe doesn't take anything too far," Natasha continued. "He's completely wasted. Drunk or sober, I don't trust him one bit. If anything goes wrong before or after Jennifer returns, I need you to intervene."
There was silence from Clint's end and Natasha got nervous that something had happened to him. She pulled her phone away from her ear to check that the call was still ongoing and her doubts dissipated when she saw the numbers tick by.
"Got it," Clint said suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Be careful, Nat."
"Always am," she said before disconnecting the call. She tossed her phone back into her bag and adjusting her clothing before stumbling around the corner back to Christophe. As she approached the bar, she decided to fake a trip and she stumbled forward into Christophe's arms.
"Careful, darling," Christophe said. "Ready?"
Natasha let out a high-pitched drunken giggle. "Lead the way," she cooed.
Christophe slid off of his bar stood and offered his arm out for Natasha. She linked her arm through his as he led the way out of the bar. Crossing the lobby, Natasha noticed Christophe held his head high as if he was proud he was going to ruin both and his and hers marriages. Natasha had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes at his salacious behavior.
They reached the elevators and they immediately loaded onto one with a group of people. Christophe pressed the button corresponding to the fourth floor and the doors slid shut. Christophe and Natasha, along with the group of other passengers, rode the elevator in silence to their respective floors. When the elevator reached the fourth floor, Christophe and Natasha slipped out onto the fourth floor and headed down the hall to Christophe's suite.
Walking at a fast pace, they made it to Christophe's suite in no time. He pulled out his key card and slid it into the slot to gain access to his suite. The small light on the door blinked green and he opened the door. The two of them stumbled into the room and as soon as the door slammed shut, Natasha attacked Christophe's lips with hers.
Natasha knew Clint had to be watching. She knew he was out there, lingering in the shadows, and she couldn't even begin to fathom how he must feel to watch her seduce Christophe. She'd done it on missions in the past while he waited in the shadows to strike, but now they were dating. They were compromised. Watching her seduce Christophe had to be ten times more painful to watch than it had in the past.
Natasha lightly shoved Christophe in the chest and their lips broke apart as Christophe stumbled backwards into the room. Natasha followed Christophe, pulling her green sheer beach cover-up over her head. Christophe's eyes widened at Natasha's fit figure and she saw him subtly lick his lips like the pig that he was.
"Bed," Natasha ordered, pointing to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Christophe flopped onto the bed and Natasha straddled him in her skimpy bikini.
"There's no chance that you're doing all the work, doll," Christophe drawled before flipping Natasha over and straddling her. Natasha giggled before pulling Christophe's lips to hers.
As Christophe practically ate her face, she felt his meaty hands start to roam her body. At that moment, she was glad she was lying on her back so that Christophe couldn't feel the stab wound scar at the small of her back. No doubt he would ask questions and Natasha wasn't quite prepared to come up with a fake background story.
She felt Christophe bite her lower lip and Natasha let out a voluntary moan. The man chuckled as he started to pull at the strings that held her bikini bottoms together. She let him pull the strings apart for the right side of the bottoms before she slapped his hands away.
"My turn," Natasha purred as she clawed at Christophe's belt and quickly unbuckled it before pulling it through the loops. She tossed the belt on the floor before unbuttoning the man's pants. Christophe pushed off of Natasha to stand up straight and shimmy his pants off of his body. He stepped out his pants and then straddled Natasha once again in just his dress shirt and boxers.
"Keeping my boxers on," he said. "It'll be easier to pull ourselves together after we're done."
"Fine by me," Natasha purred. She pulled his lips down back to hers and the moment their lips connected, she heard the suite door click open.
Show time, Natasha thought as she smirked to herself.
She heard the sound of tiny feet pad across the floor, followed by a pair of more defined footsteps. She heard the squeaky voice of three-year-old Jacques before she heard Jennifer gasp. Natasha peeked over Christophe's shoulder and shrieked before shoving Christophe off of her. She hastily tied the right side of her bikini bottoms before adjusting her top and pushing herself off of the bed.
"Jennifer - ," Natasha started but Jennifer took one step towards Natasha and promptly smacked her across the face. Natasha's head whipped to the side as the sting of the slap tingled on her skin.
"Get the fuck out of here," Jennifer hissed.
Natasha stared at Jennifer with wide eyes before nodding curtly. She brushed past the blonde and scooped up her beach cover-up on the way out. She yanked open the suite door and let it slam behind her as she walked with determination down the hall, pretty pleased with what she had accomplished.
Uh oh, so it looks like Natasha/Charlotte and Jennifer/Olia's friendship is history. But there's more drama to come. Stay tuned!
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