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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.
Two days... two freaking days!Michael locked himself up in his office while I was rotting in bed. I ate in bed, I watched old movies in bed. I felt like I was bedridden, a person who wouldn't be able to walk forever and ever!The swelling in my ankle had subsided, thank goodness. The doctor Michael called said that the injury wasn't that serious, so it only took a few days before it was fine, but he clearly advised me to wear more comfortable shoes to keep myself from straining my foot.Bored and wanting to feel the free world, I freshened up and stepped outside the door. Immediately, I found Esme passing by."Miss Natasha, is there anything you need? I could get it for you," she offered with a humble smile on her face, causing her wrinkles to become even more visible on her skin."Uh-- no, just feeling a bit cooped up inside the room," I winced. "Is Michael around?""He left just a few minutes ago. He said he's going on an emergency run, but he told me that he won't be long. Maybe he
"Why would I do that?" I finally found my voice and crossed my arms. "And for your information, I don't touch things that aren't mine. Do you really think I'd be snooping around your stuff and find out some dirty little secret you have in your room?" I scoffed.He's not buying it."About your clothes, let me tell you this. Out of all the days I've seen you, the only time I saw you wearing something colorful was the night of the event when you dressed yourself like you're the modern devil walking around at night, and that's all."He nodded, then tilted his head to the side and stood right in front of me like I'm an enigmatic science equation he needed solved as fast as he could. By the doorway, both of his hands were holding onto the door frame, leaning close to me.My feet were nailed to the floor.I could feel my cheeks getting hot as his gaze bored deeper into my soul. He's got something in those chestnut eyes that makes me feel like Superman stabbed by a kryptonite spear. Dead-o and
"Esme said you didn't eat dinner?"I was sipping in the peacefulness at the backyard until an A-hole ruined it.Throwing him a glare, I saw him by the back door, clad in his usual boring get-up and crossing his arms like a bouncer. He should try shaving his head."So, what? I need to lose the calories I consumed since the day I got here. I've got many upcoming projects this month. My schedule will be hectic as hell. I have to be fit," I told him.There's no use in explaining things to him; he would close his ears anyway."And don't force me to eat because whether you force-feed me or whatever tactic you do, it won't work on me. I know how to control my cravings," I said, shutting him up even before he could talk."Who says I'm going to force you? It's a waste of my time.""Then why are you here, decided to bother me?" Clicking my tongue, I stared at the sky where the setting sun left a bit of orange highlights on the dark sky.Hunterdon County, I've never been to this place before. I t
His hands expertly held me as if I were the most fragile thing he had. He held me as if I were about to run away from him, which I certainly wouldn't.Guiding me to straddle him, our lips couldn't seem to let go of each other.It was suffocating and pleasurable at the same time. He was taking my breath away, just as much as I was taking his.Running his fingers through my hair, he pulled it, breaking our kiss and letting his lips travel down my neck. Licking the line of my throat and successfully finding my sweet spot.An involuntary moan escaped my lips as my eyes squeezed closed.Michael... he was the last man that I ever thought I would share my bed with. Yes, I had dreamt of him, hoping he would touch me and answer all my questions about how he knew well to bring me pleasure, and yet he was quite hard to reach.But now, he was the one taking over."Ahh..." I breathed as I felt his tickling wet kisses find my collarbone, romancing my body in a way that I had never felt before.I adm
I stretched my limbs, feeling the morning breeze as soon as I stepped out onto the balcony.It was cloudy, probably because of the rain coming. The trees outside swayed in a graceful way. When I looked up, I saw a flock of birds flying off in the distance. That's a good sign, right? It means this day will be blessed.My life changed last night. All my questions were answered, and I no longer had to wonder about fantasies. They came to life, and I lived them.This is like living in paradise. I just realized that now.I woke up without Michael beside me, but he left his warmth on the pillows. His lingering heat was still on my skin. I was shivering from the sensation. It was too much for me to handle.Honestly, everything about him is overwhelming, but it always leads to satisfaction in the end, of course.This is the best morning ever!After freshening up, I hopped down the stairs in a bright yellow maxi dress that showed off a little cleavage and a pair of woven sandals.Humming a slig
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