BRIANNA'S POV.FOR A LONG TIME, I had hated gas stations. Not that I hated the whole idea of getting the car filled but what I hated most about it was the scent of diesel, I hated the whole lot of it and most times it made me want to puke.I stared hard at the gas station fluorescent lights flickered as it was switched on as everywhere was becoming darker due to the sky threatening rain. We had been on our way to the hospital when Michel had decided that we were running low on gas and then had opted for the next available gas station.His car was just like him in the way, and it was funny how the two shared the same personality as if it was him.I was suffocated by the whole scent of gasoline in a way I couldn’t find unpleasant.From my calculations we were already close to the clinic, but one couldn't just rush into a weather like this without knowing if it was safe and that was exactly what Michel was doing checking how safe it was for us to drive.In a way I could feel my head
BRIANNA'S POV.I STOPPED Counting the time when I noticed he might not have come again that night, for while I had waited and hoped that he eventually showed up but as the hours trickled by it did seem like he he would probably be sleeping in the other room tonight.I groaned, at the thought, does that mean I would have to deal with myself again for another long night?It left me wondering where he placed him as I thought about if that would have even been a kiss if I wasn't pregnant. I let out a breath of desperation after a long while and headed past the table that was in the room to my bed, where I spent the next hour on the phone chatting Amy up.Amy: Just give him time, I am sure he is trying to be careful about the whole situation.Me: How much more time? Growing tired …Three dots appeared but it was taking eternity to drop in, so I had to wait for a long while.Me: Are you still there?Amy : Honestly, don't know what to say…just be patient.I thought about texting to ask aga
BRIANNA'S POVSILVER Rays filtered through glass, illuminating his body but not his soul nor his expressing, as I turned I could feel his warm breath upon my neck as if seeking to inhale me… He way laying close to where I was cuddling me up on the couch that was fairly enough two.Now that I was so close to him right here in every way possible, breathing in his air till I was becoming him, feeling his presence that could effortlessly consume mine as well if I let him, now that he was in closer to even my soul until I would and disintegrated to dust– Now that he was all of this thing's and I was more of that, it felt completely perfect.Isn't it funny how fate played this game?We were two people that couldn't stand the sight of each other and yet here we were craving each other's presence with the need to dissolve into it, what is more perfect than that feeling.My soul tried to escape my throat, as an icy shiver through my blood at the thought leaving my skin warm to the touch,
BRIANNA'S POV"SO are you saying I won't get to use the private jet?"" Shut the crap up, you should have informed me about this before today.I heard Michel rant over the phone with the heaven knows who, it was close to our schedule time and there was no sign of his private jet anywhere around the port.He paced around pissed for a minute, pondering on what to do."It is fine, we can go next time." I muttered trying to convince." No it's not fine, I promised you this trip and I am going to do everything I can to get us on a plane." He grimaced.Next he was dialing away on his phone and soon enough I saw two men walking toward us who looked like workers.They helped with the bag as we made our way into the main departing section.Soon after passport was checked we walkedwalked onto the airplane with just a bag in my hand. It was going to be a nonstop flight to Alabama and then we would catch a cab down to the hotel where we would be staying since we can't use the Private jet any mo
BRIANNA'S POV.THE Pilot voice echoed through the plane announcing that we should fasten your seatbelts, Michel was by my side again all smiles as he helped me with mine, it had seemed like fun the little while I had to socialize with someone who could understand me— I looked over his shoulder who waved back before giving me the call me sign.Of course, I was definitely going to do that as I had her number tucked up somewhere in my bag.The tyres of the plane sounded noisily as we made our way out.Michel looked around as if looking for someone, and soon he saw just what he was looking for, a shrewd man holding a placard with Mr and Mrs Trevor written over it.Michel waved and the man walked toward where we were, helping with the bags as we made our way to the car.He talked about landscapes and trademark areas as we drove to Michel apartment at the far end of town I suppose and when finally we pulled up at the small apartment as Michel had called it, I dropped my jaw.We made our way
BRIANNA'S POV“TELL ME how risky would this be?”His voice sounded more like a rasp, as he breathed against my ear.I tried weighing the words in my mind and how risky it would be for the baby.After having the discussion with the doctor while he was away on a call back at the hospital at home.I knew fully well sex with Michel won't lead to so many complications depending on how hardcore the sex went.He whispered the questions to me again, taking his time to nibble on my ears.I could feel his erection against my behind as he asked again, breathing the words against my neck down its nape.My pulse fluttered in my throat, and warmth rushed through me,An intense gaze met mine, and I could feel the pressure of his gaze touching my skin.His eyes were filled with the passion that was being emitted in the room, and in a way, I had no idea how to respond to that, or why it felt like itmeant something.As a matter of fact, I was lost on how to react to his touches and kisses in a way tha
BRIANNA'S POVSEXUALLY Charged, that was what I would have called the whole energy that was being emitted in the room.There was nothing but silence in the room in the aftermath of the sex, as I took more of my time reflecting on how things were going to be from henceforth.It was the only second time we were having sex a with the memory of the second only a distant away, this definitely took my mind as I could watch it drifting away.It left us with an anonymous feeling beyond our emotional control, something we were not so used to.As Sunlight streamed in pleasant through the window and with the memories of the previous night flashing deep in my mind, I tossed on the bed, turning to see Michel sleeping with a beautiful face.He looked so peaceful in his sleep as he heaved lightly, snoring away.For me, it felt like I’d been ridden hard and as I felt worn out in a way I had never been before, I felt the need to wash away his scent that was all over me.A twinge of soreness ached from
MICHELSON POVIf anyone had told me I would know her right down to her soul, I would have disputed that fact, each time we spent together got us so close that we were like one body.One body made passionately by whoever molded us to be together.I saw a part of her I had never seen before, or rather a part that I was just getting used to seeing.It got me thinking of what I had been missing all this while, here I intended to spend every moment of the time I had left with her.I could not imagine what it meant to my well-being, and how blissful it made it.We were aboard the plane and all I could think of rather than reach home was how to have her in my arms again.Three nights of steaming sex, for three nights I have heard her moan out my name as she reached the cloud- something of her climax.We were restricted by just one thing and that was the fact that she was still carrying a child, but for the child, deep in the womb I wondered how hardcore sex between us would have been, and I
BRIANNA'S POVHow fast was it to stop loving when it turns toxic?For me as fast as my heart beat in seconds.It had taken me nothing to make up my mind, perhaps two weeks of locking my door against myself and crying till I could feel my eyes go red with burning tears.This was not about compiracy but I was prepared to get through everything…As a matter of fact I wanted half of everything as well.Half of his wealth was going to make me obviously one of the richest female in the city and in a way it wouldn't affect him.For the next couple of hours all we did was talk about what I wanted—Which was to get away from the marriage as fast as I could.She has talked about it being more longer process and for all of cared I was ready for how messy it was going to become.Every part of me wanted to stay away from him.He was toxic this man, seeing him this morning reminded me of how much I hated him, it was quite a remindwr of why I wanted so bad to stay away from him.My husband was only
Michelson POVWhat in the hell I was doing. I thought to myself at the last-minute.At that time I was heading down the road, far away from where anyone could see me, it looked like I was drifting down the bowel of hell in my mind.There was a need to stop. I had to bring everything to a stopI tried to hit the brakes on the car.Fuck…I kept on pushing the brakes but it didn't work.All of a sudden I was starting to regret the fact that I decided to go down this path, I was regretting doing this at all as it felt like a very drastic action.What am I doing here?It felt like I was visiting another world, as the city passed before my fresh eyes as I drove deeper.I kept hitting the brakes as the car sped through, going off on the road with the same speed I had started with.As I neared the dead end , I thought about getting out of the car.The belt seems jammed, the door -I felt the wind in my face as it looked as though I was about to embrace death.Just then at the last minute,
MICHELSON POVWasn't it said that good music heals the soul?The music playing softly through the stereo was in a way depressing and there was no way to say why it was this way.I had picked that same music, I had always picked out any other days but today it did look like I was listening to a totally different song— It was like I was listening to it in a different way or perhaps hearing the tunes of the music differently .Either way I was not enjoying an but of this and in a way the way she was treating me was quite expected.The more I tried to take my mind away from all of this the more it became dawn on me that I might as well be a murderer.With own hands, I had committed this attrocities.In a way i wondered if she would ever forgive me, I would give anything as a matter of fact everything just for her forget everything but even to someone totally deranged that would be quite impossible.There was only way I could get my mind off all of this, and that was for me distract mysel
BRIANNA'S POVThere was only one word for how the past week had been and it was —Shambles!One could say I was a living shadow of my old self, and thanks to Michel he had totally out done himself making a mess out of me.That was what was, a total mess…I had dragged my feets through the tiled floor, ignoring the looks I got from maids and the greetings as well.The past one week had been nothing but hell for me as I was trying everything I could do with the situation at hand.The way the sun felt on my face, the fresh air—The taste of coffee like I had always loved it every morning, everything felt to me new.“Are you fine ma'am. ” one of the maids asked.Something in me whispered that she was not only asking for the state of my physical look but also how I was mentally as well, the whole feeling gave me goosebumps."Yes I am.” I replied , faking a smile. The truth was I wasn't, as a matter of fact I was far from being fine but like they say the truth is always a hard pill to swal
MICHELSON POV.What did I feel ?Pain!Absolute pain and there was no way I could get over it.Men are allowed to feel pain too ain't they?Mine was like a hard blow to the heart, I could feel every bit of my heart, stop then pause like this wasn't essential and just when I thought everything might be as well over, I felt it beating again.It looked like I had brought nothing but destruction Into her life, slowly I tried to play everything again at the back of my mind.If there was anything she hated more that moment it was certainly me.It was something, she didn't even need to say as it was glaring in her eyes.My face was inexpressive…Yet one Could tell that everything going on deep down inside me was absolutely shambles.Till now the only two people that knew about what truly happened was Brianna and myself and in a way I wanted to remain this way.The doctor ushered is about so she could attend to her, I took that time to take a long stroll around the hallway, stopping at the wat
BRIANNA POVIT looked like he was keeping the rest of the words buried from fear of speaking or getting how I would react.He looked at me for a minute not knowing how he was going to react to every bit of everything that was going on.When the words fell from his lips, I could feel the heavy weight of them."The baby is gone."At first I thought the words were just my thoughts playing out and he had not said anything, but when I thought about it again, I could hear the words playing again at the back of my mind."What?"I looked at my mother's face hoping it had something different…an emotion that would convince me this were lies.My heart beat shattered, and I could every bit of the piece and piece of my heart as it fell to the ground.The pain sent a raw ache through my chest and I could feel it pounding against it.My vision blurred behind tears and the shimmer of the sun on the marble floors, I couldn't hold it.One could numb any other emotions but certainly not pain, there was
BRIANNA'S POV.I Turned and saw him sitting right there, it was the last place I wanted him. As a matter of fact, I didn't want him anywhere around me.“Oh my god. You’re alive... She is alive! " He exclaimed as I stared around for a minute wondering what it was about him that I hated and disdained most at this moment.He glanced at me, a glint in his eyes filled with excitement. “I thought I was going to lose your"Perhaps, he shouldn't have said those words as I felt my memory returning back to me in full force.I felt a sharp pain in my head ...Staring at his face blankly at the moment, it was like staring into the face of the devil.If there was anything I wanted most at that moment, it was certainly having him closer to where I was.For all I know, I was done with the man.He tried to touch me but I took my hands away from where he was, flinching the very bit like his touch was toxic.As a matter of fact it was toxic, at least to me...I could feel the venom in his touch crawl
MICHELSON.Leaning back, against the chair in the hallway, I rested a forearm on the arm of the chair looking around at the events unfolding as I focusedmy gaze on the far end of the room.The anger In me was enough to raze down the entire room but I did well enough to bury it down as it burned in my throat and heart maring everything else in the process.My eyes skimmed up an inch to find the doctor again, a moment earlier she had insisted that I went back home after I returned there.The plan actually when I had gone home was to rest,take a fresh nap, eat and come back by morning but I couldn't do any of these things as I kept tossing and turning on the bed.The night was promising to be filled with nightmares so at the last second, I had dragged myself out of bed and now I sat in the hospital hallway wiping a hand across my face.My gaze darkened,conveyed every bit of my thoughts.In a way while I sat back in my chair, my humor was fading into the half empty hallway.My though
MICHELSON.THEY say real men don't cry and I wondered if emotions were really part of what made up the term manhood.I could remember just two times I had broken down to tears in my entire adulthood life:The first, was when I lost my fath.The memories still filled my mind like a scar that would never leave and I could still see it in my nightmares.This was the second time…It got me wondering how long I was going to get out of all of this if anything ever happened to her.Never, never was the right term to tell myself that I might never get out of this mentally if anything did happen to her.I paced the hallway worried and in a state that was quite tense.I felt the need to do everything and at the same time, I felt like doing nothing other than just walking through the white hallways of the hospital.Pausing by the dispenser, I grabbed a dispenser and gulped down two cups in quick succession running a hand through my hair that was ruffled.I was in a state of total mess both phys