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 told you," Mom began. "Seduce him, be an angel in his eyes. He's the only hope we had. We should be thankful that Thalia liked you because you're pretty and famous. And she mentioned something about taking you as the model of their liquor brand."
I could only roll my eyes at that.
A puppet is who I am.
My mother says do this, I will. My father told me to make this happen, I will.
"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"
"Mom, I heard you. You told me that five times already in the same hour," I answered. "I'm not senile, okay? I'm twenty-six."
"You don't talk like that, especially when the Monteros are around," she chided once more before announcing the arrival of Michael's family.
Even if my eyes don't bother looking, I can already smell the aristocratic perfume coming from their marching Armani shoes.
When I turned, my eyes immediately landed on Michael.
His hair was neatly brushed backwards, his piercing eyes are looking back at me, studying me from head to toe.
I immediately stood like a Barbie doll, highlighting my curves as I pushed my hair to the back and show him my bare shoulders and neck.
Only a mad man would refuse a woman like me.
His brooding aura could give someone a nightmare, either by a hopeless dream of having him or being killed by his straight-to-the-point impression towards whatever he sees.
"Olga Kaufman," Thalia greeted mom with a peck on her cheek. "How lovely you are in that dress."
"Not as much as you do," Mom fed the nauseating falseness of rich people.
I've been living in the world my family gave me, as well as the industry my mother put me in, and seeing through people's smiles and lies are what I witness almost every single day. I know the pattern of their falseness.
Thalia commented on how lovely my dress is, when in fact, I've always been gorgeous in everything I put on.
"Martin," Mom greeted Thalia's husband with a nod of her head. "This charity event is like an opening for every battered woman. For a man who found this foundation and started this charity, I think that it's very liberal and equal."
When Mom began chatting about businesses and about the charity, I thought I was going to faint.
"Come with me," I heard Michael utter.
I almost jumped to my place, when did he step closer to me?
He placed his hand on my back, causing my already straightened back to arch.
My gown felt tighter than brand-new as he slowly took my breath every passing second.
Leading us to the balcony, Michael took two glasses of champagne and offered one for me.
"You're oddly chivalrous tonight, I wonder why," I commented as I accepted the glass from him.
I made sure that my fingers would touch his hand to leave a bit of a nice and sensual impression on him. But instead of giving it to him, it looked like it backfired on me.
When our skin touched, I thought I got shocked and almost passed out.
"You will be introduced as my fiancée tonight, so keep your head straight and use the face you show in front of the cameras," he coldly told me, sipping his champagne.
My eyes landed on his neck and watched how the lump on his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed.
Sexy.
I suddenly have the urge to shower his neck with kisses while I ride him.
Only if he's friendlier. I could only wish.
"You're staring," he noticed, pouring all his attention to me. "People usually get the wrong idea when someone stares at them."
"And what kind of idea did you get when I 'allegedly' stared at you?" I asked, denying the fact that I was staring at him.
Does my eyes ignite something in him? I believe they do. Many people have mentioned it, my eyes show millions of twinkling stars like the night sky.
And by that means, I have this certain effect on him. All he has to do is admit it.
"I don't waste my time over unnecessary things," he replied, leaving my expectations flat-lined just like the tone of his voice—flat. "Assuming is for people who live in expectancies in life and usually end up heartbroken."
"Can I ask you a question?" I lifted my forefinger as I leaned on the banister and stared at his side profile.
His eyes were blankly staring in the air. The coldness of his attitude irked me, but his face and wealth paid for it.
"In what kind of species do you consider yourself? Because humans have feelings, whether they're sympathetic or as hard as diamond, but you, you act like a robot. Do you have feelings?"
Michael gave me a side glance. "I brought you here to give the shutterbugs a sight to capture, not to listen to your endless blabber."
He ignored what I said, as expected.
"I don't want you to run your mouth when the press is around. You might have slipped some confidential information about my company or the real deal of the relationship and mark a negative impact on my family's name."
Close to scoffing, I composed myself as I spotted some of the paparazzi blending in with the guests.
I stepped closer to him. I thought that he was going to take a step away, but no, he kept his place and let me touch his arm.
"Do you hate people that much?" I asked, and he kept those luscious lips thinned. "I wonder what made you this way," I said it as a tease, but a glimpse of expression made his right eye twitch.
Interesting. The bastard had a terrible past. I wonder what happened to him.
I should probably do some research about him at home. Take some notes and dig deep into his profile.
I was about to leave him alone when he suddenly turned and placed his glass on a table.
"What are you doing?" I asked him and watched him pull a velvet box from his inner jacket pocket and show me something shiny and big.
"You're gonna need this," he said, picking it up for me and took my hand to slide the engagement ring on my finger.
A pink diamond!
I gasped and stared at it. How much does this worth?!
"This is for me?" I asked with my eyes wide.
"Use your common sense, I just put it on your finger." His sweetness showed, and I am so turned on.
What the actual heck? His sarcasm is sticking to me like some kind of plague!
I should remind myself every day to keep myself me.
"Weren't you supposed to be on one knee?" I questioned him.
"Stop complaining," he scolded me like a child.
I was about to rant when Martin showed up searching for something or for us.
"There you are, lovebirds, come on inside. The event is starting," Martin had us called and led the way back inside.
I didn't anticipate anything about this night since Michael was born in winter and had a cold in his head or developed hypothermia since the day he was born. But the way Michael suddenly showed unusual traits of a gentleman surprised me.
My butt cheeks are blushing hard.
"This event was originally formed to show support for the women who were victims of abuse, who were seeking the right home and the right place to run to..." Martin began his speech while his wife, Thalia, stood behind him as his backbone.
Mom keeps taking pictures of them like a fanatic and obviously trying to display so much excitement, almost ignoring Dad's presence, who's currently trying to mingle with other businessmen around the venue.
I hugged myself as the place seemingly dropped a degree.
My bare skin almost showed goosebumps if it weren't for Michael's warmth as he stood beside me.
"You know, if you want to feed these nosy press something to talk about, you should at least show some sweetness towards me," I whispered to him and looked around.
"Sweetness is for couples who truly love each other, not between us, Ms. Kaufman," he replied.
"I feel like I'm gonna have to run to your father and ask for help as a battered woman. You've been stepping on my ego since the very first day we met. My heart is bleeding," I scoffed and crossed my arms.
"Don't cross your arms," he chided me.
"And what are you gonna do if I don't listen?"
His head turned in my direction so slowly and threw me his irritated look on his face. "You're acting like a little girl. Don't you know how to behave?"
"Only if daddy promises not to punish me," I teased him, winking and wore a triumphant smile when I noticed a new expression on his face. Surprise.
"...my son, Michael Montero." Martin ended his speech by introducing his son, and the light was pointed our direction.
I clapped my hands gracefully as I diverted my eyes back to him. He's still staring at me with his flabbergasted face.
"Michael?" Martin called his son through the microphone, but the jerk hasn't moved on from what I said.
I had to elbow him discreetly, and that's when he found his composure back.
"Don't do that," he chided me once more, and I had to stifle my chuckle.
"Which one? Calling you daddy or saving you from embarrassment?" I gestured to the crowd at him using my eyes. "You're staring at me, and everyone can see it."
"Michael, son?" Martin tried catching his attention, and this time, he succeeded. "Looks like you're being too engrossed staring at your beautiful lady," he teased, obviously to fuel the rumor causing the guests to chortle in chorus.
Michael kept a straight face as he walked to the stage and took the floor for him.
I saw my Mom giving me a proud smile before motioning her hands in the air, reminding me to keep my head up high.
"I want to present you all, my fiancée. Natasha Kaufman," I heard Michael's voice mention my name for the first time, and it rolled perfectly on his tongue.
His fiancée, me, Natasha Kaufman. Shit! Shit! Shit! My panties are getting wet!
He extended his hand in my direction as I climbed the stairs to the stage and I accepted it.
My knees almost gave up on me when our hands touched. His hand is so big compared to mine. I wonder how it feels like to have those hands all over my body. What if he thrust his fingers inside me?
"Stop eye-raping me, Ms. Kaufman, there are a lot of eyes watching," he warned me as we were being welcomed as the world's newest hot couple.
The applause coming from the crowd boosted my confidence. They like me. Why wouldn't they?
"I thought that assuming is for people who live in expectations?" I retorted, and scooted closer to him.
"Assuming and stating the obvious have a huge difference, and mind giving me my personal space?" He tried to create distance between us, but I almost threw myself at him, causing my boobs to be squeezed against his chest.
I felt him stiffen, and it caused me a reason to smile widely.
The conservative man is being seduced.
"Smile, babe, smile!" I encouraged him and poked his cheek. "The press won't buy us being a couple if you keep glaring at me."
He squinted his eyes at me, I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to make me willies, but nah-uh-uh, I'm Natasha Kaufman, Natasha Montero now.
"Or is it that you want to be punished, my baby boy?" I added a tease before waving at the crowd like a beauty queen.
He hates it when he's being towered by someone else, if so, I'm going to make him realize that women will always conquer the world.
But as I was about to have my triumph, I felt his hand snake around my waist and pull me closer to him.
I felt his breath hit my ear as he whispers, "You want to play this way? Fine, I'll give it to you. But let me tell you this, Ms. Kaufman. I'm a hard man to break."
My spine chilled, but I accept the challenge. Let's see what breaks the diamond.
Edited
"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
"I should've stayed in the city," I grumbled under my breath, trudging back to the villa.I don't even know if I'm going the right way. I have zero sense of direction."Only if you hadn't gotten in that jerk's car. You should've been at a spa tonight, probably sipping chamomile tea or getting your beauty sleep. Not here, in the middle of nowhere, walking in heels, carrying these bags!" I kicked a stone with a groan.The cold night air made my skin crawl.I was walking alone, and since I started, only a couple of vehicles had passed by. A truck carrying timber and some punk blasting hardcore rock through the radio."Stupid me!" I groaned, close to giving up and just sitting on the floor.Was I that excited to shop with Michael that I forgot my phone and just brought my wallet? Was I too eager to buy a whole wardrobe for a week?This is crazy!"Michael, I swear to every manicured nail I have, if you don't show up and play hero tonight, I'm going to skin you alive," I cursed into the air.
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