Night quickly fell on us and Jeanne came back to find Mira. I was afraid for a moment that she would reject Mira, but I think I don't know my sister very well; because not only is she crazy but she is sweet and loving.A real mother.“Hello my little one, are you? ».“I am Mira Keller… I am Michaël's little sister”“No need to tell me, the same dark hair, the same green eyes, and that expression as if you are interviewing someone.. for sure you are his sister. »Mira giggled and held out her hand to Jeanne, who grabbed it and shook it so hard that the poor little girl was dizzy."Nice to meet you, my little, I'm Jeanne Clark, little Emma's older sister"The two quickly hit it off as Michaël sat down next to me."I'm glad you got along well""Hmmhmm"“Emma? »“Hmm? »“I want you to spend the night here… well if you want”"Of course, she's going to spend the night here with you and I'm counting on you not to let her go for a second, which implies that you will have to watch over her slee
Michael's bathroom was huge. I had never seen anything like it in real life unless I was in a movie. Everything was so white and spacious. Frankly, I was even dizzy.I went into the shower stall past the huge tub. The houses of the rich people were really like the castles in the movies, it's almost too intimidating.I entered the shower stall and took off my clothes. They were very dirty and I felt really guilty because I was lying with all these traces on Michaël's white sheets.I sighed as I searched for the shower head to turn on the water but found two. One had a redhead and the other was normal so of course, I decided to go with the normal since that's what home looks like.The cold water attacked my skin a little while small stings were felt here and there on my body. These bites I recognize, it's the multiple scratches I got during my beating by Mel and her gang.I lean against the wall and the tears start to flow again, Jeanne asked me not to think about it anymore and to keep
Michaël has been in the bathroom for a while now and I wonder why he's taking so long. It's true, it's been more than 20 minutes that there is to believe that he does not only take a shower and has decided to take a bath.With the huge bathtub I saw in his bathroom, I can understand it. It looks like a real pleasure to be there. But I miss him, I miss the feeling of earlier, I want to be in his arms again and revel in his smell.I sit on the bed leaning against the headboard, and that's when I notice he changed the sheets, I pull the blanket over my chest and I can smell Michael's smell coming out of his sheets. It's so pleasant that I end up putting the fabric in front of my nose and enjoying its smell.It's amazing what this causes in my body as a reaction, I have the impression of burning from the inside at the same time as a soft sensation soothes this incandescence. I start moving my legs and rubbing them as my heart beats faster.Michaël, I need him… I look at the bathroom door a
Michael does not sleep. Who could, have the person you are so madly in love with in your arms?She has this carefree side that makes him uncomfortable, how can she get into his arms with such ease? Besides, she sticks to him so intimately, doesn't she know he's a man? Best friend if she wants to call him that, but he remains a man and in the face of a pretty girl who makes such a big impression on him, he can let himself be seduced and no longer control his actions.But no, she is Emma, the only girl on this earth who thinks that a man and a woman can share the same bed and stick to each other without it getting out of hand. Doesn't she know that he too is a teenager who is having a hard time with his hormones? He has lustful thoughts too, it's not because he loves and respects her that he has lost his masculinity.He has erotic dreams and it is no one other than her who cradles them more. And it's unholy to say that he hasn't masturbated lately and even earlier in the bathroom and i
The morning has come faster than I wanted as I feel so good, so rested and so full of energy. I think it's the first time I've slept so well in a long time and it's refreshing.I sit up and stretch as I hear hissing beside me.I turn and find Michaël asleep, that's when I realize that I slept on his shoulder. The poor arm will certainly hurt him when he wakes up. I place my fingers on his forearm trying to relieve the pain he will surely feel when he moves his arm.I hear moans and turn to see that he just opened his eyes. He does not move and looks at me with his green and beautiful eyes. I have never seen him as handsome as now even if he is all the time except that this time, there is something more incredible that emerges from him. I can't put my finger on it, but it's exceptional in any case.I bite the inside of my mouth as the feelings of the night before come back to me. My heart is beating very fast again and I feel weak in front of this captivating and intimidating gaze. Mich
Well now that I've calmed down a bit, even if I'm apprehensive about Michael's reaction to my escape from earlier, I have to go back to the room. He must have found me rude when he was just greeting me. I am a complete idiot.I just hope he's not mad. The last thing I want is to piss him off.I go into the shower cabin and I pass a little water on my face to refresh myself before joining Michaël again. I find him sitting on the bed but when he sees me he jumps up and comes at me like a tsunami.It's so sudden that I retract a little but seeing his worried look, I tell myself that he too must have been worried about my sudden flight, no doubt he was worried all this time and I don't care. want.I'm about to raise my hand to his cheek when he jerks me toward the bathroom door behind me and wedges me there, straddling me, his two arms on either side of my head.He has his face covered by the locks of his hair and seems out of breath as he breathes quite heavily.I swallow as my heart beat
Mr. Burns was nervous. He was at the airport waiting for his daughters and grandsons when their plane would soon land.It was a really strange feeling after having hoped so much for his daughters to forgive him for more than 20 years, he was already seeing the end of redemption.The people around him were no doubt as ecstatic as the fact that their families were also arriving for the holidays. They were at the end of November and soon the first snowflakes would fall. His grandchildren had private teachers, their fathers being men of a certain background. The latter did not want their children to mix with everyone, hence their restriction.Funny reflection but he is hopeful that from college, they will all go to school. In short, he is still happy because it allows him to spend more time with them, that's already it.He was reading a book when he heard the announcement of the arrival of the plane and got up to go and wait to see them. He was so nervous, it had been two years since they
Emma and Michaël were in each other's arms, their feelings having overflowed. Michaël felt so helpless to want to go further than simple hugs. He wanted to be Emma's boyfriend, to be able to kiss her and tell her he loves her. It is not something that can be ordered and yet he obliges himself to it and even, he says he is forced to do so.Emma is so small and fragile, shit he just wants her to be his. Where's the harm?He finally let go of her but she didn't want to. He smiled then lifted his chin with his finger“Who is it, my princess? »Emma lowered her face in embarrassment before smiling and scratching her cheek."I'm going to take a shower ok?" »She nodded and he walked into the bathroom.Inside he ran to the shower stall and took off his pants. Being young and having such tumultuous hormones was not easy. Luckily Emma didn't notice anything otherwise he would be in a most complicated situation. No, but seriously just a hug? And he was already like that? He turned on the cold wa
Marriage, if someone had spoken to me about that a few more weeks ago, I would have started to cry, regretting having lost Michaël. But now as I'm in this room waiting for the bride's entrance music to play, I feel like I'm in a dream. I've had time to fix all my wrongs on the people I've hurt and now I can say with certainty that I'm ready to live the life that comes my way. After talking to Charlotte, I went to see Cherry. I had been so unfair to her by not allowing her to get to know each other, yet it was her dearest wish for two reasons. I am the woman his best friend is in love with and I am the best friend of the woman she is in love with. It was a bit funny these relations between us, just to say that I occupied an important place in her life without even having already spoken to her. So I went to their apartment, they were living together and because of Cherry's career, they had decided to have a common-law relationship even though a baby was in discussion. They wante
The next morning, Aden was at our doorstep. As soon as he saw me he jumped on me, lifting me up and down. I laughed at his ardor before he dropped me off. But at the same time, I heard a moan of pain as Aden complained. We looked to find Kyle frowning as he just punched Aden. "But what's your problem?" "You're the guy who was supposed to be received by the Emir I think, Aden Logan if I'm not mistaken... but who allowed you to touch my mother? You should keep your hands on you, mom belongs to Dad...” Aden felt a vein pulsate on his forehead, this rascal, he looks like his cunt father, both are so harmful. "Who are you to my mother?" Aden remained silent, he looked at Emma and smiled, he could have teased this brat and at the same time provoked his father by saying that he is the one who could have been their father, but good times when he liked to be petty are gone, now he's more mature and he's given up on the idea of hooking up with Emma one day. He stroked Kyle's head d
Indeed, I had never had an ultrasound so I couldn't imagine that I was expecting two children instead of one. But listening to Michaël I could only realize the baseness of my character as a mother. I had promised myself that I would never do as my mother did, which was to abandon my child, but that's exactly what I did. And I think I did worse because I disowned him, making him cry. My jealousy and anger kept me from thinking and I made horrible and unfair decisions. Manuel grew up without his mother, I understand his speech the day before. I was pathetic, I don't know how to be forgiven. I looked up at my boys on the bed and saw Manuel holding out his hands to me. " Mom..." I sobbed running to him as I hugged him, almost smothering him in my embrace. I've been so unfair, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you but I would do anything to erase the pain of my absence from my baby's heart. I'm going to be the mother he's been missing all this time. I beg your pardon
Kyle hung up before seeing his father bring him a meal tray. He made a face not understanding this silly smile before sighing remembering that it was his parent. "Hello my prince" " Good morning" Michael sighed, it won't be easy at all. "I brought you your breakfast, are you coming?" “I can feed myself you know” “I know it but I want to make sure you take your medicine” "Do I need to take it all the time? Frankly" Michaël smiled, he betrayed himself so easily, it was so adorable. “You have persistent asthma. For this, your pediatrician has asked that you follow a controlled treatment, which means that you will always have to take medication to avoid having severe attacks..." Michaël's eyes widened, if Manuel's meds are here then he won't have taken them since yesterday which means... " Shit" "Don't swear in front of a kid, I'll beg you" Michaël got up rubbing his hair before sighing. "Tell me where your brother is" Kyle almost choked before looking at his father. "W
I sat watching Kyle diligently eat his vegetables wondering what this drastic change was. My boy hates vegetables more than anything, but this seems to have always been his favorite meal. **Baby do you like it that much?** “Yes Mom, you are the best cook in the world” I blushed when my usually reserved son had just paid me such a nice compliment. ** Thank you, my heart..** Manuel had red cheeks, his mom is exactly as his father had described her. She is beautiful and sweet, and he also finds her cute. He wanted to have these magnificent freckles on his face but he is already considered the prettiest boy in his school so he'll settle for that degree of beauty. "Hey mum... do you have a boyfriend?" I nearly choked as my son looked at me seriously. He seemed to be waiting for that answer as if his life depended on it, where did that come from? Manuel wanted to be reassured that his mother remained faithful to his father despite the distance and the separation, not that he would
Kyle sat in Manuel's room wondering when his dad...their dad was coming back. He looked at his twin's bedside table and saw the photo of their younger parents. Emma who looked at Michaël with tenderness and the latter who seemed to dedicate a cult of adoration to the girl. He sighed, the man seemed to adore their mother but why did they separate to the point where his mother left in a panic without even imagining that she had made twins and was therefore abandoning a child? Something must have happened, Manuel doesn't know the reason for this separation either, the only thing he told him was that each time his father answered him that it was his fault that his mother was gone. Because he was not up to her. It's way too vague, he needs to know the real details, but if it turns out that it was really because his dad is a bad guy, he'll just find a simple way to protect their mum, and no more hurt his little brother. Manuel also needs their mother, it hurt him to see his brother c
" Dad?" Michael looked at his son not wanting to give him false hope. He knows how much he misses his mother and how much he would like to find his brother, but he just can't tell him that he is going to find his mother and brother without any real hope. So he'll just keep his excitement to himself and go see what's going on in Tartar. "I just got an important call from Tartar, I'm going to have to go on a business trip tonight and..." "Can I come with you?" Michaël bit his lip, each time he had to make this kind of trip, he always took his son with him but this time, he is afraid that Manuel cannot stand the extremely hot climate of Tartar and that he will relapse. Manuel has been in fragile health since birth and he always made sure he got the best treatment. He is not sure that Tartar will have excellent technical platforms like here so he hesitates. "Please Dad..." He doesn't like it when his son looks at him with those big lamb eyes, he can't refuse him anything. "Good
The room was gloomy, all the employees around the meeting table had lowered their heads in fear of their president's cold gaze as he read the pile of documents in front of him. He had put a hand to his cheek studying the data presented to him as the people around waited fearfully for him to speak. He was known to be ruthless and was quick to get rid of people he found unnecessary. He was nicknamed the big devil, nobody wanted to attract his attention, and they did not know what he could do as he was unpredictable. He was only 27 years old but he imposed a charisma and an overwhelming aura so much that no one could retort at his word. The meeting had been going on for four hours and many hadn't even had lunch yet, but they weren't allowed to complain. He doesn't like noise and hates people complaining. This is Michaël Keller, CEO of the Keller-Clark group. Indeed, a few years earlier, Jeanne had had enough of all this business, especially since Victor had decided to join his fa
Jeanne and Fabian arrived with their two children. Fabian was carrying the baby, a little boy and Joshua was holding his mother's hand excited to see Emma's children, but especially Emma. "Ah, I can't believe my baby has become a mother in her turn" "Indeed and to say that she was expecting twins..." “Her fiancé is a pervert” "Honey, who teaches you such bad words?" " I am very clever" Jeanne sighed in front of her son while Fabian just smiled. They arrived in the hospital room finding Michaël in all his states and no trace of Emma, nor the babies “Mica?” Michaël turned away tearfully as he looked at Jeanne guiltily. A few minutes earlier, after reassuring himself that his second son, who was born more fragile than the other, had been examined by the pediatrician, he returned with him to rest him in his crib with his twin brother. But to his great misfortune, Emma was no longer in the room and neither was their son. He panicked seeing papers on the bed, when he became