World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 114: Picking Up Natasha

As James drove to Ralph’s place to pick Natasha up, he couldn’t help but remember the quick kiss Leslie stole from him, and he smiled.

He was actually very curious to see how far the dynamics of their relationship would change. And he’s ready and happy for whatever changes are coming.

"I should stop thinking about Leslie and focus my attention on Natasha tonight, and see where tonight would take us," James smiled.

On the way, James made a quick stop at a nearby flower shop to pick up a bouquet for Natasha.

The moment he stepped inside, the soft, sweet scent of fresh blooms wrapped around him.

A young woman behind the counter looked up, her eyes lighting up immediately as she greeted him warmly.

"Good evening, sir! How can I help you today?"

James offered a polite smile, holding up two fingers casually.

"I need a bouquet of fresh roses."

The young woman beamed, clearly delighted.

"Right away," she said, moving swiftly behind the counter.

Within minutes, she returned, holding a stunning bouquet of deep red roses — perfectly arranged, the petals full and rich like velvet.

James took the bouquet from her hands, nodding in approval.

"Perfect."

"$115, sir," she smiled.

James nodded and tapped his card on the payment terminal, the soft beep confirming the transaction.

As he turned to leave, bouquet in hand, the young woman called out with a bright smile, her voice playful.

"Whoever you’re meeting is very lucky."

James chuckled under his breath, glancing back at her over his shoulder.

"Thank you," he said simply, flashing her a charming smile.

With that, he pushed the door open and stepped out into the late afternoon sun, the flowers cradled carefully in one arm.

Sliding back into the driver’s seat, James placed the bouquet gently on the passenger side, gave it a quick glance of approval, and continued driving toward Ralph’s house.

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A couple of minutes later, James parked in front of Ralph’s place. He picked up the bouquet and got out of the car, and adjusted his clothes a little, and hid the bouquet behind his back, as he smiled and walked to the door.

He knocked on the door and he heard Natasha’s voice, telling him that she’s coming. He smiled and waited

The following moment, the door opened and James was stunned into silence. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t, because Natasha looks too dashing to describe.

Her rich, dusky skin glows under the soft evening lights, giving her a warm, flawless radiance.

Her deep blue eyes are striking — sharp, clear, and magnetic — pulling in anyone who meets her gaze without mercy.

Her hair was tied back in a messy but elegant way, soft curls framing her face perfectly, making her features even sharper and extremely seductive.

The dress she’s wearing — a silky, gold slip dress — clings to her in all the right places, hugging her curves without being too loud. The thin spaghetti straps leave her smooth shoulders and collarbones bare, giving her a delicate but very sensual look.

The color of the dress — warm gold — contrasts beautifully against her skin tone, making her look even more luxurious, almost untouchable.

The jewelry she chose — long, dangling earrings and a simple pendant necklace — adds a touch of quiet elegance. It wasn’t flashy, but just enough to catch the light and add a subtle shimmer to her entire look.

Her lips, naturally full and lightly glossed, complete the image — soft, tempting, and so kissable that it was very dangerous.

And standing at the door, Natasha looks so beautiful and unforgettable. And she looks like a woman built to ruin men — effortlessly, beautifully, and completely.

James was barely holding himself back and he can already imagine how the night is going to end.

Natasha’s voice was the one that brought him it of his reverie.

"How do I look?" She asked, with a killer smile that would make any man to lose his mind.

"You look absolutely breathtaking!" James replied, with a bright smile.

At his words, Natasha’s smile deepened, a warm blush blooming across her cheeks as she lowered her head, unable to hide her flustered happiness.

"Thank you," she said, with a very low voice, that was almost like a whisper but James heard her.

"Here. This is for you," he said, as he gave Natasha the bouquet.

Natasha blinked, stunned for a second, as if her brain needed time to catch up.

She looked down at the bouquet of fresh, velvety roses in James’ hand, then back up at him — and her whole face lit up.

Her cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful red as she reached out, almost reverently, to take the bouquet from him.

"You... you got these for me?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

When James nodded with a small smile, she pressed the flowers to her chest, holding them like they were the most precious thing in the world.

Her eyes glistened, and her lips curved into the kind of soft, radiant smile that could melt steel.

"I love them," she said, her voice barely louder than a breath.

Then, unable to help herself, she stepped forward and threw her arms around James’ neck, hugging him tightly, the bouquet squished between them.

For a second, she just held him there, her heart pounding so hard against his chest that he could feel it.

"You’re the sweetest," she whispered against his ear, her voice shaking with happiness.

When she finally pulled back, she looked at him like he had personally rewritten the stars for her.

"Come on," James said warmly, extending his hand toward her.

"Let’s go."

Natasha’s smile deepened, her cheeks still faintly pink. She carefully shifted the bouquet into one hand and slipped her other hand into his. Her fingers curled around his, small and soft in his firm grip.

James led her gently through the door and soft glow of the setting sun casting a warm halo around them.

Natasha’s dress shimmered under the dying light, her hair catching the last rays like strands of silk.

She looked ethereal, and James couldn’t help but steal a glance at her — feeling a surge of pride at the thought that she was with him tonight.

After making sure she was steady, James turned and closed the door behind them with a soft click.

Together, they walked side by side down the short path toward the driveway where the Chevrolet Trax was parked.

When they reached the car, James quickly moved ahead and opened the passenger door for her, holding it open with an almost old-fashioned charm.

Natasha gave him a look — sweet, grateful, and just a little shy — and gracefully lowered herself into the seat, tucking the bouquet carefully onto her lap like it was something sacred.

James watched her for a moment, taking in how effortlessly beautiful she looked, before closing the door gently.

As he walked around the car, he caught a movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly — and there, standing at the window, was Ralph, leaning casually against the frame, watching them with an enormous, smug grin plastered across his face.

James smirked and shook his head slightly, raising his hand and did a short wave at him.

Ralph just gave him a thumbs-up and an exaggerated wink before pulling back from the window, disappearing into the house like a proud older brother sending his kid off to prom.

Chuckling under his breath, James reached the driver’s side, pulled open the door, and slid behind the wheel.

He stole a quick glance at Natasha, who was carefully rearranging the bouquet on her lap, her fingers tenderly brushing the petals.

When she noticed him looking, she gave him a soft, glowing smile that made something warm and unfamiliar twist pleasantly in his chest.

James smiled back, feeling lighter than he had in a long time.

He turned the key in the ignition, and the engine purred to life smoothly. He steered the car onto the road and they made their way to the restaurant.