MICHAELSitting on my swivel chair, waiting for the members to come in even though the meeting starts in an hour, I sat there alone and bored.But everything changed when Natasha picked up my call."Hey," she greeted me. "Need something?" she asked. I could only see half of her nose and upwards because of the upright position of her camera. But it looks like she just showered."Yeah, I need you," I replied, and she paused, adjusting the camera, and I saw her fully wrapped in a white towel. "Baby, we have robes, why don't you use them?""I'm more comfortable in this," she replied. "Aren't you busy?""Just waiting for the board members to join me," I answered, checking the time on the laptop before sharing the screen on the projector. "I got bored," I added."Then sort your papers," she suggested and took her brush. "You said you have a lot to do there, right? Finish it while you're not busy and then come home early. I'm making buttered chicken tonight."Biting my lower lip, I had to ad
NATASHAMy heart raced when Michael threw me onto the bed like a pillow. He seemed really serious when he mentioned that I had made a mistake.But I didn't do anything wrong!"Michael, I--"He cut me off with a passionate kiss. It wasn't just a simple contact, it was a burning desire that consumed my body. His effect on me was undeniable."Michael, hmm..." I whimpered his name, unable to meet his gaze.He wasn't a wizard, but his lips had a magical power. Every touch, every kiss made me weak. It wasn't fair!I tried to resist, knowing where this would lead. But my body responded to his warmth.Gasping for air, I felt his wet kisses trail down my jaw and neck, while his hands found their way inside my lingerie.I was so wet, I could feel it.My underwear was soaked, and I needed his help to satisfy this intense desire within me.I didn't care about the dinner I had spent an hour preparing, or the wine, or what would happen next.All that mattered was the sensation he was giving me. His
MICHAELTight! Fucking tight!"Ugh!" I groaned as I finally entered her butt hole.Natasha squirmed, gripping the headrest tightly. She had asked me to do it, and that's exactly what I did.Slowly and carefully."Oh, fuck!" I muttered under my breath. "Fuck, baby. Are you okay?" I asked, concerned that she might not be comfortable."Keep going..." she breathlessly replied.She's that brave. Damn it, I fucking love my wife.Taking my time, I brushed her hair away and showered her neck and nape with comforting kisses. I wanted to distract her from any pain as I slowly pushed my entire length inside her.She's choking me, she's so fucking tight!I could almost punch the pillow beside her head. This new sensation makes all the hair on my body to stood up. I want to take her like this again.As much as I want to fuck her right, I feel like I want to settle to her tightness for now."Damn it, Natasha. You feel so fucking good," I whispered into her ear.The lubricant helped a bit, but my si
NATASHA"Are you okay?" I heard Richie ask.Arriving at the airport, Michael excused himself to talk to the pilot. Aaron was talking to someone over the phone, and I was left inside the plane with Richie."You look pale," he added, gesturing at my face.How wouldn't I? I just had a cock in my booty last night, and I'm still not recovering from it.I feel so uncomfortable sitting or moving, or even if I'm not doing anything. I feel like I still got something stuck in my butthole."I'm fine, it's just that, I'm not cool with planes today," I reasoned. "How's Laura and Nathaniel?""Your sister has always been very bossy and unpredictable, and it looks like our son got it from her," he replied with a chuckle. "Before I left, she told me to keep my eyes straight and nowhere else. I think she's still in a rage when I told her something about the woman in Jackson's company.""Oh, the redhead," I mumbled."You know?""Laura told me," I answered, adjusting myself in my seat. "Good thing you're
MICHAEL"And did I ever mention, your head will fly somewhere if you see Tasha while working," Aaron was talking way too loudly inside my head that I wanted to feed him his own fist. "Your job is right here, in front of you, not over there with her.""Can you stop talking for a minute? You're distracting me," I chided him, crossing my arms as I looked at the blueprint the engineer showed us."Distracting you from being distracted?" He looked over at Natasha, who was currently talking to some of the farmers on the plantation. "Yeah, right."When she told me that she wouldn't talk to me the whole day, I should have believed her. I'd rather joke around when she just woke up, not when she's pregnant."She's too pretty. And that means you won't be able to focus on your job.""I am focusing," I defended myself.Yes, my eyes kept glancing at my wife, but my ears were listening. I already knew the plans; I had read the whole plan in that little folder while we were on the plane, and I am not
NATASHAMy nose blows smoke.Michael should be the one getting antsy because I'm still not talking to him. But no, I'm the one getting ignored!"Stay hydrated," Richie handed me a bottle of water while we were still inside the cart."Thanks," I murmured and took it from him.From where I am, I can see Michael talking to someone. His forehead is creasing because of the sunlight directed at him.His skin turned caramel because of the sunset. He stood tall with his proud chest puffed, screaming dominion with his presence."He could melt, you know?" I heard Richie say while sitting peacefully behind me. His eyes behind his square glasses are closed. With his arms and legs crossed, he wiggles his foot hanging midair."Better that way," I scoffed. "Did you see what he did to me? Ugh! That was so embarrassing. Like I was mad at him, and now he's ignoring me like I'm the one who did something wrong!""Relax, Nat. Probably just because he's busy," Richie said, staying on the bright side. "He's
MICHAEL"Are you sure you're going to stay here?" I asked Natasha as I adjusted my wristwatch. I've been trying to convince her ever since she told me she wouldn't come with me."I'm not in the mood for loud places tonight," she replied, helping me fix my collar. "Just make sure your eyes don't wander to other women's body parts," she warned, playfully poking my nose.I snorted and placed both of my hands on her waist, letting them fall to her buttocks and giving them a squeeze."Michael!" she chided, slapping her palm on my chest."What?" I innocently asked, leaning in to capture her lips and give her a lingering kiss. "Maybe I should ditch Aaron, what do you think?""Stop thinking about ditching anyone!""But I want you," I whined, running my hand along her bare legs that the robe didn't cover.Locked in a kiss, I had her pinned against the wall.I just can't get enough of her."Quickie?" I whispered to her.She bit her lower lip, holding onto my shoulders, clearly tempted. She want
MICHAEL"You're really not going to tell me her name?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders before finishing the last of his beer in the bottle. "Not even a clue?""Nope," he answered, putting a period on it."So, what is it that makes you so mad about the whole world?" I asked, refraining from pressuring him to reveal who he's interested in.Among my cousins, Aaron is the only one born with a soft heart towards women. He's the kind who sets boundaries between flings and serious relationships, respects and comforts women, but also knows when to let go.I had a feeling Aaron would soon find someone to connect with. I just knew it."She just doesn't know how to be sweet, and it's frustrating the hell out of me," he shared, clearing his throat. Opening a new bottle, he settled back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the stage where a woman was singing an old slow rock song."But she calls you," I pointed out, causing him to snap his head in my direction."How'd you know?""I don't need to
MICHAELMarried, patched up the past, and currently facing some challenges."Whoa!" I exclaimed as a flying vase welcomed me the moment I entered the house. It nearly hit my face if not for my quick reflexes."I don't want to see your face!" Natasha shouted, catching me off guard.I knew she was in a bad mood when I left this morning, but what had I done wrong?Setting the vase down on the floor, I was greeted by another jar, but this time, I failed to catch it, and it hit the wall, shattering into pieces."Baby, what's wrong? What did I do?" I asked, completely clueless about the situation."You were seeing another woman!" She accused, grabbing a flower vase from the coffee table."Baby! Baby! Stop, okay? Let's talk this through.""Talk?" She threw the vase, hitting the door. "Only guilty people would want to talk because they know they were caught!""What?" I sighed, walking closer to her."Don't you dare take another step, Michael Montero," she pointed her index finger at me, but I
NATASHAI let out a yelp as Michael suddenly scooped me up from the ground when we entered the house.The entire day had been a mix of nervousness and excitement. Now, we're wrapping it up by expressing the love we vowed in front of the altar and, well... by making love."How does it feel to finally be my Mrs. Montero?" He inquired, kissing my jaw as we climbed the stairs."I haven't felt it yet, but I think I'll find out once we get to the bed," I mischievously replied, knowing he enjoyed it.The way his face lit up and his eyes sparkled, I knew my naughty Michael enjoyed it when I let myself go wild. He likes it whenever I ride along in his mischievous side."Oh-ho, you definitely will," he chuckled, pushing open the door to our bedroom and gently laying me down on the bed, being careful not to hurt my stomach. "I want to be rough, but I can't, right?""Nope," I shook my head, biting my lower lip."That's a shame," he whispered before leaning in to kiss my lips.I could sense his ex
MICHAELThe church is ready, everyone is prepared, and I am all set. However, what's not ready is the schedule; Natasha is still not walking down the aisle.Aaron's laughter beside me only adds to my irritation. "Chill, man. I'm pretty sure Tasha won't run away this time. She's head over heels for you."Choosing him as my best man might have been a mistake. I could have picked Quintus instead, but he insisted on giving up that spot and settled for a seat in the audience. But, Pierce intervened, insisting that they both accompany Natasha down the aisle together.The process of the wedding was a challenge, it was a lot of work, a lot of planning, but now, everything was perfect.I just wish that Natasha will see this as what she expected it to be."You're sweating. I bet you'll be drenched like someone poured a bucket of water on you once she finally arrives," he teased.Rolling my eyes, I silently prayed that I wouldn't do anything inappropriate in the church, or I'd end up in hell soo
NATASHAPromises are being fulfilled one by one, leading me closer to exchanging vows with the person I want to spend my life with."Are you really sure about your choice?" Laura's question felt weighty, as if we were discussing something serious, even though we were just ordering a slice of cake at the café."I clearly said I wanted it," I replied matter-of-factly. "You're acting like you're footing the bill," I added, handing the girl at the bar the money to settle everything I ordered."I'm just worried about you. Michael mentioned you've been into sweets lately. Have you seen all the treats you ordered? All sweets," she gestured towards the three paper bags being readied at the counter. "Yes, you asked for one slice, but did you order every flavor available?"Looking around with a pout, I noticed how Laura's nagging had caught the attention of some customers."If you plan on bloating up like a balloon, you might want to postpone the wedding because the gown won't fit," she teased.
MICHAELI can feel the coldness of her hands against mine; I can see how edgy she becomes as she fidgets on her seat for the past few minutes.The soft song coming from the speakers isn't loud enough to drown out the loud beating of her heart because from where I am, I can hear it."Relax, baby. No one's going to eat you here aside from me," I joked and squeezed her hand lightly. "Unless you need me to ease you down. I'd be glad to attend you in one of the rooms available in Dad's house," I whispered to her.I expected her to scold me and slap my shoulder, but instead, she stood up and pulled me with her.Looks like her hormones are getting stronger and stronger. I like it when she's the one insisting.Passing by Richie, who's carrying a tray of food, probably for Nathaniel, I nodded at him when he looked at us with a frown. Must be because the party is about to start, and we're heading back inside the house.Wincing, I discreetly pointed at Natasha, and he already knew what it means.
NATASHAMy choice was right to drop everything I planned ahead and settle at home, in bed with my husband.I feel like a woman, a strong person while he makes me weak at the same time."You're-- you're pulling back," I said, noticing the way he doesn't move the way he did back then. Every thrust he gives me is careful and slow, tickling me."Shhh...." he hushed me before claiming my lips and kissing me endearingly. Every suck he makes on my lower lip urges me to make a sound, and every time he thrusts deep inside me, I catch my breath.My fingers run through his hair, yanking and pulling. Wanting him closer."I missed you so much," he whispered in my ear as he moved inside me.The air between us is supposed to give us the freedom to breathe properly, yet we only feel suffocated. Our skin begins glistening, sweat rolls in a breezy morning.The wind coming from the open balcony door can't outdo the heat we're making."Ah!" I scream when he hits the right spot, deep. "I'm coming," I gasp
NATASHATwo months after the incident, I've become more cautious about what's around me, the people I encounter, and the smallest details that I could see.Michael told me everything, what happened before the incident and after.I figured out that Elena manipulated everything and he admitted to me that he also fell for her trap. He said that he thanked me, or else, he would have secured the wrong person.The aftermath, everything became a lot different than before. It's like everyone believed that we have moved on, but we haven't. Or is it just me who can't move forward?The aroma of the caffeine reached my senses as I stirred the coffee with a spoon, standing by the sink, my eyes looking through the window and found Michael heading to the back door while wiping his greasy hands."I finally fixed it, didn't I say so?" He proudly uttered as he opened the back door. "I'm Michael Montero, baby." He came close to me, and I immediately stopped him."Oh my God, Michael. Don't you touch me w
MICHAELI could barely hold the wheel. My hands were sweating. I was a bit on edge, thinking about getting caught in an accident for getting too distracted."We're three cars behind you, Mr. Montero. We got your back," Detective Han said over the phone. "I have my team keeping an eye on your house. Just one wrong move from them, and they're all canceled.""Thank you, Detective."I feared not being held captive, but for my family.There were no words coming from any criminal's mouth that I could trust. All I knew was that while the sharks were around, I needed to keep myself from bleeding. But my family was the bait. I would let my blood stain the sea."I've arrived at the house, Detective," I announced as I pulled over in front of the gates. "Take the shot when I'm in the open.""We got you, Mr. Montero."Leaving everything inside the car, I hopped out, looking around, counting how many visible eyes were on me.The concrete floor felt like it was getting hotter with every step I took,
NATASHATime was ticking, and my heart seemed to fail with every passing second. I kept my mouth shut, even as the man who had us tied up bore a hole in me with his gaze."This is itching my fingers to pull the trigger," he murmured, tossing aside the fork he used to eat the skewered meat Dad Quintus had grilled.The clanking noise made my shoulders tense, gasping for air as I closed my eyes.I could feel a sudden pain in my stomach. My baby, no! I had to stay calm.Breathing in through my nose and exhaling slowly through my mouth, thinking about Michael calmed me, but I couldn't help feeling even more nervous.Every footstep the man took decorated the air with silence, a noise I didn't want to hear. The tapping of the soles of his shoes described menace, and I felt threatened every second.The smell of his odor clung to danger. I could smell it, and I could feel the approaching distress."Hey, you," he pointed at one of his men who was shamelessly feasting on the food from the table