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"What's with your face?" Michael asked, barely glancing up from his watch. He was fiddling with the clasp, his brow furrowed in concentration.I wasn't sure if he was playing innocent or just wanted to be yelled at. Earlier, after the whole "victim of hope and blown expectations" incident, I'd forced myself to look presentable, smoothing out the wrinkles between my eyebrows. When I went downstairs, I found him sprawled on the sofa, looking like a billionaire, bossing me around.He was definitely taking this to a whole new level.I'd thought we'd be closer after the amazing moments we shared. I guess I should stop believing we'd be anything more than a cat and a dog."Beauty," I replied, keeping myself from losing it.Michael instructed his chauffeur to stop by the pharmacy first before heading to the restaurant. I had no idea what we were doing at the pharmacy, but then he handed me a small bag."What's this for?""Pills, just in case," he answered, his voice clipped.Morning after pil
"How romantic!" Laura squealed, her eyes wide as I spilled the slightly embellished details of my weekend getaway."I know, right?" I giggled, forcing a smile as I checked my reflection in the vanity mirror. "We even took a helicopter ride back, can you believe it? He was so sweet, he kissed me like I was the only girl in the world." I winced internally. That part was pure fantasy, a figment of my wishful thinking.After our whirlwind romance in the rain--which, let's be honest, I basically forced upon him, Michael came back to his usual charming-yet-distant self. He'd been showering me with compliments before we came back to the city, but now… crickets.It had been over twenty-four hours, and my phone remained stubbornly silent.I couldn't figure him out. It was like his sweetness was a migraine that came and went, and I was constantly taking my "vitamin" to avoid it. And that was a problem."Oh my gosh, I wish someone would do that to me!" Laura sighed dreamily, closing her eyes and
Michael pulled up in front of my building, and I gave him a playful nudge. He just sat there, his mouth clamped shut like a clam."What was that call about, Mr. Silent Type?" I asked, grabbing my purse. "Seemed pretty urgent.""Nothing important," he mumbled, but his eyes were darting around like a squirrel in a nut shop.I knew there was something fishy going on. "I hate hanging on the edge of a cliff, Michael. Spill it, or I'll give you a reason to go crazy every time you get behind the wheel."He arched that thick eyebrow of his, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who are you trying to scare? Now get out of my car. You need to get all dolled up for your dinner date, right?" He reminded me, his voice was full of sarcasm.My billionaire baby was jealous, and I loved it. "Well, it's awfully nice of you to pick me up and drive me home. That's a major plus point in your favor.""You just told me you like that other guy better. You'd choose him over me! So stop with the act and get out of my f
NATASHAUpon awakening, I discovered that Mike had left our bed. He had, however, left a note indicating that he was at the bar. I decided to freshen up and explore this luxurious place.I marveled at how Mike managed to afford such an extravagant location. Everything seemed so expensive.The beach was sparsely populated, likely due to the season."Beautiful," I murmured, my gaze captivated by the horizon.The sun was gently sinking into the ocean, its orange light casting a warm glow on my skin. I could feel the gentle touch of the heat on my skin.After spending several hours inhaling the salty air, I closed my eyes.This was freedom.My parents were not around to dictate my actions or my future. They weren't here to scrutinize my every move and warn me against every decision I made.I was here with someone I trusted.Mike. Although he remained a mystery to me, he made me feel perfect. Was I wrong to think this way? Was I wrong to feel this way?Regardless of where this journey migh
Soda sat hunched over the kitchen table, a bag of ice pressed against the back of his head. He winced, a low groan escaping his lips."You passed out?" I asked, crossing my arms. "First time seeing a human?"He rolled his eyes, a dramatic sigh escaping him as he glanced over my shoulder. I didn't need to follow his gaze. I knew exactly who he was checking out: Michael.The man didn't do anything wrong to him. This bitch overreacted and ended up giving himself a swell on his head, hoping Michael would be his knight in shining abs."I was expecting you to open the door, Natty," he grumbled, "but my virgin eyes beheld heaven embodied by that beautiful man!" He looked up at the ceiling, biting his lip, a mixture of lust and interest in his eyes. "He was practically naked! Trying to flash me, I tell you.""You must have hit your head harder than you think," I said, clicking my tongue. "Look, uh... I can't meet Ben. Can you do me a favor and show up to him instead?" I batted my eyelashes, my
Ashamed, embarrassed, disconcerted—you name it. All I know is that I want the floor to swallow me whole right now.I actually started a competition with his cousin. Did I mention something about her eyebrows and her outfit? Well, on that part, I’m not taking it back.But even so, I still don’t like the way she’s looking at me.“So, you’re Natasha. Good to finally meet the woman who causes my cousin a headache.” Donna held out her hand to me. She had a polite smile, but behind it, there was a hint of dislike.Her mouth was as nice as Michael’s. But her tone was anything but acceptable.Those judging eyes were testing my patience, but as Natasha Kaufman, I’m not easily intimidated. I have my own flag, and my face is printed on it.Holding a composed yet sarcastic smile, I reached for her hand and shook it firmly.“Nice to meet you too. I like your eyebrows,” I greeted back, pulling away instantly. I hate to borrow her lack of fashion sense. Tastelessness is a communicable disease.Yes, s
"Girl, are you living in a cave? Haven't you seen what's going on in the internet?"Lying in bed, clad only in a robe, I knew I needed some serious relaxation after yesterday's stress-fest.I patted my face mask, making sure it was still firmly in place.Laura insisted on a video call, and all she did was question my awareness of the world.After that parking lot meltdown with Michael, I cursed him in every language I knew for making me cry. And he didn't even chase after me, didn't even say he was sorry. It had been ages since I'd shed a tear, probably months, ever since I swore off watching "Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast" ever again."Laura, I'm not interested in looking at my phone this morning. I'm trying to relax. I don't want to show up looking all wrinkled and stressed for my upcoming projects," I explained – or rather, excused myself while adjusting my headband."Are you serious? Bitch, you're famous!""I know that." I rolled my eyes."No, I mean, your name is tre
After that disastrous dinner, the tension grew even thicker when Thalia decided we all needed to "assemble" at the bar for some extended family bonding time. I want to say "yay" with a forced smile. I don’t know if she noticed that her husband’s “juniors” were busy sizing each other up with their glares, but I certainly did. Priam is a total chatterbox, and I’m not dumb enough to miss how he’s trying to get under Michael’s skin. Oh, my poor wealthy fiancé. “Been a while since we had a complete get-together,” Priam said, glancing around before landing his eyes on me. “And, of course, my soon-to-be sister-in-law joins us. Such an honor!” He leaned in closer, invading my personal space. Michael, as expected, sat decently on the single-seater couch while Thalia and Martin maintained this awkward one-fret-apart distance on the love seat. Meanwhile, I was perched on a stool, but this quadruple jerk decided to occupy the empty space next to me. Letting out a professional awkward c
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