MICHAEL"What's that?" She mumbled, looking behind me.Glancing in the direction she indicated, I noticed a reflection in the distance. Her face tensed with anxiety.To reassure her, I gently lifted her chin, guiding her gaze towards me. But as her eyes met mine, I sensed her struggle to maintain composure."What's wrong?" I asked, brushing her hair back to reveal her beautiful face, free from the strands of her yellow hair."N-- nothing," she stuttered, forcing a smile.Behind her, a large tree caught my attention, where I noticed a faint movement. It was my asset. She might have mistaken it for something else.Elena, perhaps?"You know, if we decide to make love tonight, people might hear us," I whispered, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb."H-- how? There's no one around. Your neighbor is--" she paused, realizing her slip of the tongue.I smirked, wrapping my arms around her slender waist. "So, are you considering my offer?""What? No, I was just... seeking clarification because
NATASHA"I love you, Michael."The words flowed effortlessly from my lips, causing him to tense up as if he had just been doused with ice-cold water.My hands could feel the tension he grew in him.Those three words, I had never said it outloud until this very moment.I was afraid that I might get rejected even after the countless times he confessed what he feels for me.And this is the very moment I have been keeping myself from.I couldn't help but smile. My heart felt light and liberated after finally expressing something I had kept inside for so long.Michael grasped my shoulders, creating a distance between us.His eyes sparkled like crystals in the sunlight, clearly taken aback. His jaw dropped in shock, not a muscle moving.My confession stirred a whirlwind of emotions on his face, but surprise was the most evident."Michael?" I called out, trying to snap him out of his trance.His hand, which had been resting on my thigh, loosened its grip as he remained still, saying nothing.
NATASHAAs I woke up feeling cold, memories of our most cherished moments flashed through my mind, reminding me of how we filled the silence with our unity.A small smile formed on my lips as I stretched my limbs, still groggy from sleep.Michael was no longer in bed, but his warmth lingered on the sheets where he had been lying.My eyes automatically found the clock on the bedside table.It was three in the morning.Rubbing my eyes, I looked around and found him standing by the balcony, his back turned towards me.He looked calm yet troubled. He looked peaceful, but I know that there's so much chaos in his head.I've been there, in fact, I am feeling the same way. And I understand him.Pushing myself up, I used the thin blanket to cover my body as I shuffled towards him.Not even the sound of my footsteps dragged his engrossed attention to me.From where I approached, I caught a glimpse of his eyes staring into the air, lost in deep thought. It was as if he was searching for somethin
MICHAEL"Good morning," I murmured, wrapping my arms around her petite waist and nestling my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of my minty soap on her skin."Michael! That tickles," she protested, nudging me gently with her elbow.Her bashfulness never failed to amuse me whenever I became sweet and clingy.Fuck, I never saw myself behaving this way with a woman."Come on, let's have breakfast," she suggested, attempting to disentangle herself from my grasp. When I refused to let go like a mitherfucking koala on a branch, she groaned in exasperation. "Michael.""Yes?" I feigned innocence, planting a soft kiss behind her ear. I could almost hear the response I was hoping for.Her moan."I felt so empty this morning, baby." I pouted, pressing myself against her back. "You woke up too early."I knew she had trouble sleeping last night, despite my best efforts to comfort her with soothing words and gentle touches. Something was clearly bothering her.She had barely slept,
NATASHA"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. I'm actually pleased to see you're finally comfortable with him," Mom reassured me, sipping the tea Michael had prepared for her. "After all the chaos in life, you've found a home with him."I could still feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.Recalling what had happened just a few minutes ago, I couldn't help but cover my face with my hands.Crossing my legs, I could still feel the sensation of Michael's finger sliding inside me.He had the nerve to tease me!I couldn't get it out of my head. Every time the memory resurfaced, my whole body would tingle."I don't know if I've said this before, but I'm really happy for you."Mom reached for my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her smile was sweeter than chocolate, brighter than moonlight, and more beautiful than any jewel.A mother's smile is priceless, and I was blessed to witness it."Thank you, mom," I responded, appreciating her kind words as I returned the gesture."I don't want to l
MICHAEL"Natasha, it was an accident," I reassured her, noticing her anxiety.She was visibly nervous, sweating and fidgeting in her seat. Pierce seemed just as restless.Olga will be discharged tonight after spending nearly an hour in the operating room.Although she was hit, it wasn't a fatal injury, thankfully."Why do you think it was an accident?" Natasha questioned, her skepticism evident.I knew it wouldn't be easy to convince her, especially when she suspects something."Michael, it might be Elena. She must have found out that I told you something. You know she wants to harm my family. I... I can't bear to lose them, Michael. I can't," she almost sobbed.She hid her unshed tears by lowering her head and pacing back and forth.I tried to calm her down multiple times, but it seemed that I wasn't enough to put her at ease."Elena won't find out anything, Natasha. It was just the two of us in that room, in that house. Just the two of us, baby. The only way she could know what we t
NATASHA"I'm glad you're okay," I whispered to Mom as I sat beside her bed, lightly squeezing her hand.Mom wore her usual smile. "I wouldn't be if it weren't for Michael," she replied. "My memory is fuzzy from our journey to the hospital, but I remember his attentive care."I found myself speechless, managing only a weak smile as she continued to speak."Don't look so worried about me, my sweetest Natasha. I'm fine now. There's no need for concern," she reassured me, trying to quell my overthinking.My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, including various theories about what had just happened.Despite my desire to fully trust Michael, a nagging suspicion suggested he might be deceiving me."I'm just... thinking about something," I admitted, tracing the lines of her aged hands with my fingertips."Would you mind to sharing it with me? I might be able to help ease the storm in your mind," she suggested, her voice upbeat despite her circumstances.I shrugged, releasing a sigh. "I think...
MICHAEL"I don't know how to thank you, really."Pierce approached me as we arrived at the house, while Natasha and Olga headed straight upstairs."Can I borrow some of your time? It's about Quintus," he said."Sure," I muttered and led the way up to my office. "I asked a friend for help, and he said he could provide more details about Quintus if I wanted.""No, I'm not going to ask anything private about him anymore," he dismissed the topic.We entered my office, and Pierce looked around, checking the furnishings and design.I offered him a chair and walked to the table to pour drinks for us.He groaned as he sat down comfortably."You have good taste," he commented. "This mahogany desk is superb, son."I chuckled and agreed. "I like to think of every place I own as a person, and I have to dress them nicely," I replied, handing him the drink and sitting adjacent to him."Thank you," he mumbled, staring at the drink for a moment. "I just want to talk in private. I hope you don't mind.
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