NATASHAMy head must have been somewhere else; I can't focus on my job, and my legs are shaking as I travel through my thoughts.Holding a pen, yet I haven't written any important information I should've noted, but I can't even move a muscle.I couldn't sleep last night.Michael helped me reunite with my family, but I couldn't be happy. Trouble had me shaking, and I'm scared not for myself but for the people around me.What could Elena do?Grumbling under my breath, I let go of the pen that had been useless since I clicked it, clutched my head, and groaned silently."This is stressing me out," I mumbled before staring at the open monitor, looking at that bleeping line on the search bar. "Okay..."Taking a deep breath, I secretly peeped inside Michael's office and found him busy over the phone, looking at the screen of his laptop with a deep frown on his forehead.Since he sat on that chair, he hasn't called me for anything, not even for a coffee. He must be so busy."Elena Solon," I m
MICHAELShe might seem oblivious, but I know what's bothering her.I can see her fidgeting every time she thinks I'm not watching. I know she's lost in thought even when I'm speaking to her.And I have answers to all her worries. Sooner or later, she won't fear anything."You haven't eaten your lunch, baby," I said, snapping her out of her daydream. "Tell me what's wrong." I demanded, setting down my utensils and wiping my mouth.She furrowed her brow and shrugged her left shoulder. "I'm just... tired?" She replied uncertainly, forcing herself to cut into her meal, clearly uninterested in eating.Sighing softly, I signaled a waiter and asked for the food to be packed."Michael, you don't have to.""Yes, I do." I paid the bill and instructed the waiter, then took a sip of my wine and winked at her. "And I'm going to join you in this mood."She gave me a weary look, struggling to maintain eye contact as something behind me caught her attention.Frowning, I turned to see what she was loo
NATASHAMichael convinces me with his every word. He wants me to trust him, and I do. But whom I don't trust is myself.What if I lead him to danger? Whose conscience will kill me? Mine.But all I know is I'm going to keep him close until I turn to ashes as he sparks the flame and let everything burn.I moaned when his kisses trailed down my neck, romancing me in his sweetest way."Michael..." I moaned when his hand found my right chest and began palming it the way I wanted.The sweetness in his actions started off nice and slow until he had me pressed against the wall and made me face it.His tongue found my nape and sucked my skin there.I felt how he grinds his crotch on my behind, letting me know how hard he is for me as his hand tried to unbutton my slacks and slipped it inside my underwear, finding my mound that was salivating for his touch.When a pail of boiling water was poured into a bucket of ice-cold water, it makes smoke and sizzling noises. Above the sky, it creates a st
MICHAEL"Elena?" Aaron asked through the phone, totally confused with the current situation. "I thought she's already laying low?""That's what I thought too," I replied, gripping my hand on the railings as I feel the heat of the setting sun hit my skin. "And it looked like she took advantage of the night when she saw a window.""How about Tasha, she good?"I glanced inside the bedroom and found my wife in bed, tired, and sound asleep. "She's fine, she's with me." Sighing, I turned on my heel and leaned my back against the banister so I could stare at her. "But something's bothering her.""Why wouldn't she? That bat shit crazy woman must have threatened her," he suspected what I'm thinking."Yeah, she's pretty shaken up," I breathed out.Recalling how antsy she was, it hurts the fact that I know there's something wrong and she can't even tell me what it's about.She said she trusts me, but why won't she say a thing?"And might I assume you calmed her down?" Aaron asked, probably hinti
NATASHA"I'm so full," I moaned, resting my back where I sit after eating the steak like a starved animal.Michael is sitting adjacent to me."I think I ate for a whole year tonight," I groaned, finding it hard to move and feeling so sleepy."Right energy, right strength. You need it," he said, his tone somewhat teasing, giving me a clue of something else.Raising an eyebrow at him, I scowled."Why are you looking at me like that?""Stop using words that could mean something else.""I was talking about work tomorrow. I believe we have a lot of load to carry, right?"Shaking my head negatively, I watched the lump in his throat bob up and down as he drank water. It's something everyone does every day, but there must be something special in him that makes him look like an actor advertising water on TV.I don't know if he's intentionally making himself look sexy or if it's just his usual self. But I think I'll always see him this way.Am I drooling?My hand slowly reached for my chin, and
MICHAELMy head feels like it's splitting in two. I can't focus on my job. Lack of sleep due to thinking about Natasha.Last night was a huge mess.I hated myself for acting like a motherfucking kid having tantrums. I hated myself for acting out.She fucking cried, and I didn't comfort her when I had to.As a husband, I should keep my wife thinking and feeling that she's safe in my arms, not the ither way around.I fucking ignored her, and it aches my head worse than a fucked up hangover.I didn't want to argue with her. Actually, we didn't. We're just... not talking to each other, or rather, I'm not talking to her.She made several attempts to approach me, but I couldn't bring myself to speak without showing how disappointed I am.She's fucking receiving death threats and hasn't had the guts to inform me, her husband. Or was she lying when she said she trusts me?"Detective Han," I greeted over the phone. "Any updates for me?""Yes," he replied, shuffling through papers. "I'll send y
NATASHAI attempted to distract myself with work.Assigned tasks by Michael left me physically present but mentally adrift, pushing Mr. Allen's patience to the limit.My focus wavered, thoughts drifting aimlessly, causing delays and frustrations. Despite my efforts to stay engaged, distractions clouded my productivity, straining myself from working with my head straight.When I reported to Michael, I felt intimidated.I wanted to tell him what makes me feel this way, but something held me back from expressing myself.The fear of his reaction, the uncertainty of his understanding, and the weight of my emotions all combined to create a barrier between my thoughts and my words.Maybe I'll get to the point where I could tell him what I got to say. I just wish that it wasn't too kate."Amber hates you," Karen whispered, clearly referring to Amber with a glance.I just shrugged, asking for a drink to calm my stress."And I heard her cursing you out to death when she tried to confront you,"
MICHAELShe's jealous, I can tell.Those luscious lips turning into an odd pout, I know my Natasha is triggered by Winona's presence.I'm unsure if I'll celebrate or not.Natasha being annoyed by seeing me with someone else means she feels what I feel. It's a mutual understanding, a deep connection between us.But what I'm asking for is her to open up.She must!"What are you doing here, Winona?" I asked her as soon as Natasha left the office.Winona was one of the women I spent great time with when I was a man with no ambition but to ruin it.She was my favorite among all. She never committed, never overreacted, or got clingy.Before, one touch from her, and I'd be all over her, banging her from behind and spanking her ass till red. But now, I feel nothing.Seems like there's only one woman whose ass I want to spank.Speaking of spanking, Natasha should brace herself because I'm going to punish her so. So much that she won't be able to walk for a whole week.Winona chuckled. "Easy t