The sound of ticking coming from my watch, the tapping of my heel on the carpeted floor, and the grumbling sound that doesn't come from a monster's throat or thunders in the sky, but from my stomach.
I watched how my soon-to-be husband, Michael Montero, reviewed my papers as if I'm applying for a job with him. When in fact, I'm not, and he asked to see me personally.
"I don't see any reason why you had to go through my background like I did a crime," I broke the silence, which had me convinced that I'd gone deaf.
Throwing his naturally sharp eyes on me, he closed the folder containing everything about me and sighed. He placed it back inside his bag as the waiter arrived, wishing "bon appétit" as he left.
Michael played with his long hands with his utensils, aligning them neatly according to the way he wanted them to look. He sat there like he's some kind of the most respected person in the world. Well, yes, he is one of the most respected persons on this globe. Imagine being one of the youngest billionaires with a face like that.
"Well, I had to. Because Scorpios were born to be secretive," he replied. I always know that it wasn't just his eyes that were sharp, his tongue as well. I just got roasted a million times the first second we breathed the same air.
"It's not secretion, Michael. I just keep things, and that was a job I gave to myself. It's called gatekeeping and privacy," I corrected him, putting less sense to the word "secrecy."
"What do you do in your free time?" He asked, pulling the napkin from the table, ruining its design to tuck it on the neckline of his shirt.
"You've got records of who I am and what I do, why not read it out loud for me?" I retorted.
I watched how his thick eyebrows rose until the middle of his wrinkling forehead, giving me the deadliest glare he could throw.
"You're looking at me as if you were never ugly," I said, causing him to scoff and divert his eyes to his plate where he gracefully cut a mouthful.
He's a man who adopted the manners of a lady. It would be no wonder; he was raised by his unsophisticated mother, who was a famous luxurious woman known for her propriety. But what says otherwise of his excessively proper movements was his manliness that I've been attracted to. His prominent features of a grown man. Those veins on his hands and arms, his chiseled jaw.
Many women have fallen on their knees just to be touched by him, but I never heard anyone who succeeded, unless those desperate women were spreading genuine rumors.
"I never was, Ms. Kaufman," he proudly uttered as he swallowed what he gnawed, addressing me with formalities that made me grimace. "It was just your standards were too high that it could smash you like a tomato on your fall."
"I will never," I replied, picking up my knife and fork and began to eat.
The whole lunch was so quiet that it irritated me. He asked to talk to me, yet his words were counted. He said he wanted to settle things with me, but it feels like he's creating taller walls and longer distances to keep us apart.
So much for having a great life with this man.
"My mother believes that you can be the perfect wife for me, I still can't find a reasonable explanation why she thought of that." His words were merely plain, and I'm not dumb enough to not notice his simplified, or rather say, formal insult.
"Because a conservative man like you would likely go well with a liberal woman like me," I answered to mend his confusion, but seeing the way he looked at me, I can already smell the upcoming judgment from his mouth.
"I think you're confusing the word tacky with your choice of word," he questioned, almost sounding a sneer through his luscious lips. "Liberal," he scoffed, sounding like a mock.
"I believe that people have their own perspective with how they perceive the world in all aspects, and as for you, you're overly sensitive to the new generation. You're living in the Victorian world, Mr. Montero."
"And you're part of the modern problem, might I say?"
For the love of my parents, this is the man I'm gonna have to tolerate for the rest of my life. Not unless we agreed on a divorce after aiding our family's partnership. I remember my mother asking me to be tolerant, and this is me hindering myself from squeezing his neck and shoving the 21st-century sign up his round and tight butt.
He should be thankful because I see him as the man I could probably spend joyful nights with. But no, I can already see the future of him locking the door on me if ever I got home late and he's already sleeping soundly with all his limbs relaxed and spread in all directions of "our" bed.
"Mrs. Montero mentioned to me that you're going to be the sweetest man I will ever encounter in my whole life, I'm so glad that you made it clear to me."
His eyes squinted at me. As if I pulled his last straw, he harshly snatched the napkin from his shirt and wiped the sides of his lips. Did I say something wrong? That's nothing compared to how he had been "sauteing" my ego.
"What have you heard about me?" He suddenly asked. I must have sparked that little interest he's got in his boring life. Scoffing mentally. I could only wish.
"A lot of things coming from random people who shared their experiences upon meeting the almighty Michael Montero," I fed his hunger.
"And that is?"
"That you're either a virgin or like to have a threesome with desperate models and actresses. That you're either snobbish or act menopausal like a woman. That you're either homosexual or just hate people. That you're either a--"
"Alright, that's enough." Cutting me off, he showed me his palm and sighed. "What do you think of me?"
Studying his face until his proud chest that his usual three-piece suits always hide. I wish I could see him rip that shirt open like how Superman does.
Letting go of the utensils, I straightened my back to show the formality my mother always reminded me about and smiled politely. The kind of smile I use to either charm or annoy the person I'm talking to. I'll just leave it to Michael whether he will take my words as a compliment or not.
"When I first heard about you, I had my own opinion about prim and proper little boys. I thought that you were taken away from the free world and forced to drown yourself with schoolwork as a child," I began, causing those beautiful chestnut eyes to narrow even more.
"When I first saw you, whatever I heard about your great looks were confirmed. And my first vulgar thought was to sit on your face," I honestly uttered. I thought more than just sitting on his face. I was just filtering my words so he won't wrinkle his nose even more.
"But when I had my first conversation with you, I gotta admit, I'd still want to sit on your face," I continued, smiling at him, slightly tilting my head to the side. "And fart on it," I added.
"Where is your decency?" Once again insulting my whole existence, Michael stared at me with his hypercritical face. "You're considering yourself as an affluent woman, and yet you speak like you were born and raised under the bridge."
"I'm not asking for your opinion."
"It's because you could never accept the harsh sentiment about your flaws."
My lips that are painted in red have slipped my original attitude of being a bitch. It curved upwards as my jaw clenched while looking at him with a scowl.
He's not just a snobbish guy, but also mean and someone who deserves two middle fingers up from my perfectly manicured hands.
"You know what? I came here with you thinking that we could get along, but it looks like I'm gonna have to ask my parents to stop this ridiculous plan of being wedded to you," I spat on him, silently barking like a dog. Less the drooling, of course.
I almost hitched my breath when my eyes had a glimpse of a small smile on his lips. That was a rare sight to see because Michael Montero's little curve on his lips is worth the whole world's most expensive diamond. But his smile is far from being genuine; it was more of sarcasm and mocking me even without using his words.
"I would let you do that. Do whatever you want. But keep in mind that it was 'your' family who asked mine for help."
I may have listed a lot of things I hated about him, but one thing that raised and waving at me is that invisible red flag above his head.
"Your unstable career of showing skin in front of the camera isn't really going to help your family's company to survive because the debt was worth hundreds of millions," he continued, looking at me with those piercing eyes that resemble the color of autumn.
The steak I swallowed must have gotten stuck in my throat. I find it hard to breathe by just looking at him.
"You should be grateful at least that I sacrificed my image and standards and be married to someone like you--"
"Someone like me?" I repeated; every inch of my body got offended.
"Do not cut me off when I'm talking," he scolded me.
Snorting unladylike to annoy him even more, I leaned close to the table. "You did it first," I pointed out. "So, what's it gonna be, Mr. Michael Montero? Are we going to have a great day today, or we're going to have an act of liking each other in front of everyone's eyes?"
"This relationship between us will stay fake because there's nothing into it. A business matter for a cause. From what I see, there's no need to be clingy," he clarified.
And that is just in my favor.
"But..." Why does he have to add more?!
"My mother wanted to see us getting closer and closer, and eventually, make a family of our own."
"Excuse me?" I pardoned. I think he's not speaking in English.
"I hate repeating myself, so I suggest you keep those ears clean and listen to me properly," he said, enunciating his words. "The paper we're signing will be the end of our freedom, and we have to embody that sworn oath."
"You take this as if it's a sacred oath from the ancients. Hello! Are you even aware of what year it is right now?"
"Unlike any other people like you, I'm a man of my words. My family asked me to do this because your father and mine were good friends, and Dad thinks that if our company merged with yours through us, conquering is what's left to do."
"You talk like you're an ancient. How old are you?"
"I think that you're pretty," he suddenly told me that caught me off guard and the stake that got stuck in my throat had me choking.
That was the nicest thing he ever told me throughout this whole day.
"... on a picture, but never when you're talking."
And here I thought he's making a peace offering. "You are so sweet."
He ignored my sardonical comment when his phone buzzed and he dismissed talking to me, even neglected throwing a glance at me.
Only if I keep quiet, I'm pretty in his eyes? Well, only if he's a little bit nicer, he would have all of me; my lips, my heart, and my body. But no, he's a mean, chauvinistic person! It would be no surprise to me if he doesn't even know how to put a little cent in children's donation box.
"Get up, we still have an event to attend."
"What?" I almost yelled. "But I'm not done yet."
He twisted his head at my direction with his smug face on. "Do I have to repeat myself?"
"The event will start at eight in the evening, it's twelve noon."
He exhaled harshly as he stood there glancing at his wristwatch, and that was my cue to get my cute ass up and be polite. I was never a slave of anyone, and this "mother pucker" wants to be the boss of me.
Well, I'm going to make him realize that the real boss is "me".
Edited
People marry because there's love; they willingly wear their rings either until they get old and wither or just until they get over each other.Yet here I am, being the payment of my family's debt. How wonderful.Clad in a sequined white off-shoulder A-line gown, I simply rubbed my calf using my foot.It had been roughly half an hour since I stood in the middle of the venue. My feet are used to wearing heels all day long, but there's something about today that makes me feel so tired.Passing my weight to my other leg, I imagine myself plopping in my bed, free from heavy gowns, killer heels, and making out with the ghost of Michael's hotness."Keep your posture decent, Natasha. The least we want to happen is Michael rejecting you for being his anointed wife. If that happens, our company will be nothing but dust," Mom chided me, flicking my back with the back of her hand.Being a model means having good posture, but my mother doesn't want to give my back a rest."Remember everything I to
"Let me see it, let me see it!" Mom snatched my hand and eyed the diamond ring on my finger as she muffled her screams. "This diamond is worth millions of dollars!"She began poking Dad's shoulder harshly."Pierce, take a look."Dad stared at it, obviously impressed, but he kept his mouth shut unlike Mom, who has a mouth like 7/11, open twenty-four hours."My friends will certainly get jealous of me, my daughter will be marrying a billionaire," she muttered and pulled her phone out from her purse and began taking pictures of my hand."Olga, I think you should do that when no one's around." Something I could agree with my father.Mom didn't listen, as expected.She captured my hand from every angle."Stop moving your hand!" She chided me.I tried searching for Dad's eyes and ask for help, but he just shrugged his shoulders and sipped his bourbon. Nice. Very nice.My pores are getting stressed, I need to moisturize my skin, to exfoliate, and take a beauty rest. I have to take care of mys
Laura, my coworker and the only real friend I have, gaped at my engagement ring. She checked it out the moment we saw each other, saying she saw the news about my engagement with the hot billionaire Michael Montero online."Oh. My. Gosh! Do you know how much this stone is worth? Millions of dollars, bitch! You are the luckiest girl alive.""Mom already told me," I chuckled, pulling my hand back from her. "I am, except for the fact that my soon-to-be husband is a cold fish. Like a tuna in a freezer," I replied, rolling my eyes as I put on my branded heels."But it's Michael Montero." Looking on the bright side, she checked herself out in front of the mirror with the heels she thought she favored. "I heard from Karen that he's a jumbo. Like a Trojan Magnum XL," she giggled, gesturing in the air like she's wrapping her hands around a huge cock."Karen is a nosy chatterbox, don't listen to her. She believes everything she sees on the internet," I dismissed the news she heard. "Tell her tha
How long has it been? An hour? An eternity?"We've been walking forever!" I whined.I was dragging myself to walk while Michael acted like he was strolling in a park with his hands in his pockets."My throat is a desert, there's a storm in my stomach, and my feet are on fire!" I wailed like a distressed victim of a shipwreck. "Do you even know that I'm wearing heels? Four-inch heels! And you made me walk for the whole night?""It's only been twenty steps since we left the car. Stop acting out," he chided me."But my feet are tired, Michael. Can you make me a bed out of these leaves and just drag me to wherever you want us to go? And I wouldn't care.""Too much effort," he muttered, but it didn't escape my ears.Grunting, I walked behind him like a zombie.I should've known he was trouble. I should've known that! But instead, I thought of him making out with me.I almost spit out my chuckle as I pictured myself being dragged by him into these woods and just kissing me under a tree.That
It's still dark and raining hard outside. I woke up from a noise coming from the other room. When I moved, I felt Michael stiffen underneath me."He's still awake?" I thought."Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Just like that, yeah!" A feminine voice screamed like a rat caught in a trap. It was followed by a man's overacting groans and moans, like how actors in adult sites do.The thin walls separating the rooms received endless pounding, and that's what woke me up."Goodness," I groaned in my hoarse voice and sighed. "Why do people like to do it like that?" I muttered and placed my hand on his chest, which puffed in a slow manner."Stop moving," he chided me.I was frozen in place when I felt his hands hold my hips still. The warmth from his palms sent thousands of volts through my whole body, like I touched a live wire. He felt it too. I know."You're still awake?" I asked, feeling how my chest was being squished on his."No, I'm sleep talking," he replied sardonically."Oh, yes! That is so
After taking a shower, I clad myself in a glass blue sundress Esme had given me. While I was brushing my hair, I heard a knock on the door and revealed that it was the trusted steward of the house.She held a comforting smile on her lips as she walked in with another bag in her hands. There's something about her that gives me the idea of completely giving her my trust, which I don't usually do. It's her motherly aura that makes me think of it."Miss Natasha, shoes," she laid them on the edge of the bed. "We will clean the guest room while you enjoy breakfast with the señorito.""Is he downstairs already?""About a moment ago, miss. I believe he's waiting for you," she informed me.Well, that was very sweet of him, waiting for his beautiful woman to join him for breakfast. Fine, I will consider forgiving him for pushing me on the floor."I apologize for what happened earlier, miss," she brought up. Her apologetic stance tells me the sincerity she has.Waving my hand in the air, I dismis
Grumbling under my breath, I stepped into the elevator as soon as it dinged open. But a huge hand shoved me back, almost sending me crashing into the wall."Hey, what do you think you're—"My words were cut off by those luscious lips I'd been daydreaming about.The minty taste of his tongue, the softness of his lips pressed against mine. One kiss, and I felt like I needed to lie down on a stretcher."That would be the second time today," he said as soon as he pulled away. "How many times are you going to kill my patience, hmm?""You're enjoying this too much, aren't you?" I whispered back, lifting my chin.His lips are luscious, they know how to kiss right. It's my weakness when a man's a damn good kisser, and I'm totally weak for Michael. If only he knew how to flirt, if he knew how to handle me, I would've made him mine.Enough with my wet dreams and daydreaming about him and me making it official."It's either you want to punish me or you want to kiss me," I guessed proudly.Letting
When I showed him ten pieces of clothes from the variety I'd chosen in the last hour, I noticed how Michael sighed deeply, rejoicing in his thoughts, saying, "Finally! She's done," with his thinned lips and annoyed eyes."Grumpy old man," I mumbled, and immediately earned a glare from him as we headed to the cashier. I showed him my sweetest smile and batted my eyes. "Am I too pretty?"Groaning, he turned his back on me and slid his card to the cashier, whose smile widened like a clown's."First time seeing you around here, sir. Tourist?" She entertained the most uninterested person in the world.Michael's eyes were fixed on somewhere else and he didn't dare reply to the woman. Serves her right.The audacity of most people, can't they know their place?I wanted to scoff hard, but I maintained my posture and my professionalism. I didn't want to come out like a witch beside a Greek god. I wanted to be majestic in a silent but noticeable way.Straightening my spine, I leaned closer to Mic
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