NATASHAThe loud sirens were still ringing in my head. I thought that the smoke had blinded my eyes, but when I saw Michael lying on the floor unconscious, I ran towards him.Help arrived just a few minutes after the explosion at the restaurant, and Michael was rushed to the hospital along with many other people who were injured in the incident."Fuck," Michael groaned as he pushed himself up from lying in the hospital bed."Don't move too much," I chided him and helped him relax his back. "You've got a real huge bruise on your back, Michael.""I can feel it," he groaned in pain.His face showed how painful it was."Are you okay?" He inspected me. "Are you hurt?"His frown deepened, showing his concern for me."What's this?" He asked about the scratch I had on the side of my eyebrow."Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?" I replied."I'm fine," he enunciated, still enduring his back. "I got treated, what about you? You need to change your dress, it has dirt all over it. There's a h
MICHAEL "Does it hurt?" Natasha asked as she helped me lay down in bed after she put some ointment on the bruises. My back feels cold, but the pain kind of subsided a bit. Only that I shouldn't move too much. "I ordered us room service, I thought that we should eat some," she added as she sat by the edge of the bed, cleaning everything she used to treat me. "Thank you, doctor. I feel so good," I moaned and grabbed her chest, causing her to throw a glare at me. "Feeling really good," I playfully added as I palm her breast. She took my hand using two of my fingers and let it fall on my stomach. "You, rest." She pointed her index finger at me. "Stop joking around or I'll break your bones." "I care not, baby." I winked at her. "I'm still thinking about eating you up, you know?" She gasped. "You're in pain and you're still thinking about that?" She scolded me with the sharp tone of her voice. "Keep your ass in bed until the food comes." "Aren't you going to stay with me here?" I wh
NATASHA"Let him go, Nat. He must have a good reason why he's doing it," Laura tried to convince me about my hunch. "You said it yourself, he was honest to you, and loyal and loving you right. You even kept on telling me how he cares for you very well.""I know, it's just that..." I carefully dragged myself down on the chair and showed her my worry through my face. "I'm having a bad feeling."Relaxing on the porch at Laura's house, I absentmindedly played with my fingers, lost in thoughts.The gentle breeze and the quiet surroundings provided a peaceful backdrop for my contemplation, giving me time to unwind for a moment and sort through the thoughts messing in my mind.I find it hard to deal with my personal worries, I need to tell someone I could trust to pull this out of my chest.This morning, I searched for information about pregnancy, and I wasn't that happy about what I read.Feeling all kinds of emotions, I was a mix of suspicion and unease.It wasn't sitting right with me.My
MICHAELGrabbing her butt cheek, I pulled her closer and drowned myself in her scent, in her sensitivity. Licking, lapping, and sucking."Oh my... Michael!" She screamed when I hardened my tongue and thrust it inside her.I watched as she arched her back and threw her head back, feeling my tongue in the middle of her thighs.Her hands were holding onto my hair, yanking.Just a few more licks, a few more sucks. I could feel that she was coming. She was close."Don't stop, oh! Don't stop, please?" She begged, and I gave it to her until I heard her moan at her release, and I devoured her juices, licking every last bit of it."Goddamn, tasty," I said, my voice muffled.Giving her one last lick, I felt her legs shake as she tried to push herself up, then crawled down on me and snuggled her face into my neck."You're amazing, baby," I whispered in her ear, letting my hands travel all over her body. Feeling her warmth pressed against me; she felt so soft against me, so perfect in my arms."N
MICHAEL"I just can't handle it anymore!" Dominic exclaimed, clutching his head. "I feel like I'm gonna die. I hate this feeling, Michael. I hate it!"For a moment, I was in a panic. And now, I just don't know how to react.Here I thought that there was an emergency going on. It looks like the emergency is about his head and chest."Relax, you're going to have a brain-heart attack," I told him, offering him the chair in front of my desk as I took a couple of glasses and poured enough amount of scotch each."I think I already have one," he hastily uttered, rushing to my direction and snatched the glass from me.Watching him drink it in one go, I stood there still even when he took the bottle from my hand. "Okay?" I mumbled and took my chair.With my observant stare, I studied him from head to toe. And all that I could say is that he looked like hell.His hair was a mess, probably from his frequent yanking he does. His eyes are deep and obvious in need of sleep, and he can't stay still.
NATASHAIt's lunchtime already, and I made something that Michael might like.The last message he sent me was this morning when he arrived at the building. And my phone hasn't received any ring from his number.I was planning on surprising him, but I didn't know that my plan is going to be useless."I'm so sorry, Mrs. Montero, but Sir Montero left in a hurry just an hour ago," Chet answered when I was about to approach the office door."Oh," I mumbled and took a step back. "Did he say anything about his whereabouts or his schedule today?"With his comely appearance, he gave me an uncertain look. "I am not sure of Sir Montero's sudden departure, but his today's schedule is a lunch meeting, and a visit to a friend, I believe."Visit to a friend?A friend?I have no idea who that friend is."A friend, you mean Dominic?" I tried searching for clarification, but it only got even more suspicious."Mr. Ross had a visit in Sir Montero's office before he left the building, Mrs. Montero," he re
MICHAEL"What's the catch, Elena?" I squinted my eyes at her. "First, you tried to hurt my wife. Second, you supported your father's insanity, and now you're telling me that you wanted to help me?"I sat on the visitor's chair in front of Elena, who had just been released from the hospital after she hurt herself.Her face showed that she was going through a lot. Her eyes conveyed thousands of truths, the feelings she had failed to express. I suddenly wondered if the Elena I had first met was really her."It wasn't my choice," she uttered, her voice quivering as she spoke. Her eyes darted around as she fumbled with her fingers resting on the cold table."What do you mean?"Studying her now, it's easy to see that her mentality isn't stable yet. But she had a lot to reveal, and I was all ears.Jack had mentioned to me that she kept mumbling about my family's safety, that her father would do anything to threat us again.I had reached out to the authorities for help, and as expected, Detec
NATASHA"Boxes of pizza and barbecues, a party tonight. And for what? Damage control?"Baby, I got you something," Michael uttered from behind me while I folded the clothes I took from the laundry. "I heard that pregnant women crave foods that they don't eat much, so... pickles?"How dare this guy?I want to know what he's into that makes him so gutsy like this. Does this friend of his a woman? What did they do? Why did he have to lie to me?He wants to keep something from me? Fine, he could, but he should never expect me to tolerate it because what I'm about to do to him is the silent treatment. He has to stomach it until I miss him, which will happen once he explains everything to me.Do I have to say something? No, he has to figure it out himself."And uh-- our mom and dad are downstairs, and I believe your sister is on her way here. I had a call from Richie just a few minutes ago; he said they were stuck at a checkpoint just a mile away from here," he said, trying to catch my atte