Is My Life!MIKE A light knock rattled on the door and I opened it, surprised to see Clara and Velma standing in the hallway. I stuttered, trying to compose myself. I hadn't expected them to show up, especially not at my place. I quickly ushered them in, feeling like I'd been caught off guard.As they entered, Velma ran ahead, throwing her arms around my waist. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, looking up at me with a beaming smile.My eyes locked onto Clara, and I felt a mix of shock and confusion get infused into my veins. It felt like a different reality and I just stared blankly at the poor thing. "You...you've told her?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Clara nodded, her eyes filled with a deep sadness and a tinge of something I couldn't name. "Yes, Mike . I told her the truth. She knows you're her father."I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, struggling to catch my breath. I looked at Velma, who was still clinging to me, unaware of the emotional storm brewing around her. "He
Happiness!CLARA"It wasn't a dream, right?" Mike asked as I opened the door. A smile automatically found its way to my lips the moment I set eyes on him and read that plea in his eyes. How early was it? A part of the sky still looked as though it was dipped in gold and Mike was already here.I stepped down onto the pavement, fastening the strings of my robes that I'd rather let go of and fall into his arms. All these while, I'd hidden from this kind of happiness and now I was starting to teach myself that I didn't have to kill those butterflies. I could feel them flutter as much as I wanted to."No," I shook my head mildly, letting a small sigh break from my lips. "It wasn't a dream.""So, yesterday happened! Yesterday really happened!" Mike mentioned softly, before slowly looking up at me. It wasn't hard to see the sparks of excitement in his eyes and he pulled closer, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me so tightly, I could melt into him.His cologne filled my nose and my
Demon Of The Past.MIKE I sat across from Clara, my eyes locked onto hers, searching for answers. "How did you handle the situation with Rodney?" I asked again, my voice gentle. I felt like I might have asked the wrong question.Clara sighed, her shoulders sagging, and leaned against the chair. Her gaze drifted downward, and her voice barely whispered, "We decided to be friends, or something like that." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she blinked them back, trying to compose herself. "It's sad a perfect friendship could have ended that way."I furrowed my brow, confusion etched on my face. "I don't understand. You two were...close." I leaned forward, my hands clasped together, showing my interest and concern.Clara's eyes welled up with tears again, and her voice cracked. "I feel like I ruined him, Mike . It was selfish of me to have...kept him around for no reason.""He chose to stay.""I knew what he wanted but I clung onto the hope that maybe...those feelings would pass. But I
little things!CLARAIt stung a little, just a little to read the disappointment off Velma's face when she walked towards me with her eyes obviously scanning the surrounding for the possible sight of Mike . It was adorable, nonetheless. I met her right in the middle and she hugged me, right before the question dropped from her mouth."Where's daddy?"That one still had a bit of a hitch in my ears but nothing time couldn't solve. I'd made the decision and the least I could do was start getting used to petty dynamics like this. I grinned. "I'm afraid he's occupied with work.""Is work more important?""No, no!" I cupped her cheeks. "No, honey! It's definitely not, okay? He called me and said he might be running a little late so I asked him to take his time. I can pick you up myself, and I'm here, aren't I?""Did he tell you why?""Yes." I stood straight and picked my phone from my purse. "He knew you might be mad so he made you an apology video." I clicked the screen and my chat with Mi
Happy Birthday!CLARAThe kids were asleep which left just Beverly and I in the living room, engulfed by the sweet chuckles and the pleasing scent of wine that danced down our throats. This was the kind of break I needed so much. Being with Beverly was so perfect.She was seated right after me, her voice merged into laughter as she explained how she'd first met her husband. It was the most hilarious story and tears welled up in my eyes as I cracked up."You have no idea!" She managed to let out the sound, followed by another strained laugh. "He looked so docky with that haircut and then all that coffee was all over his body! I had to go for my interview so I picked up a card from my purse and handed it to him , rushing an apology before I rushed into the train! But guess what!?""What?" I slowly placed down the bottle of wine on the glass table, preparing myself for another row of laughter. I sniffled, cleaning my eyes with my sleeves. "Wait- don't tell me!""Yes!" Beverly nodded! "I
Forbidden Thrill.CLARAWe sat down at the table setting, Mike asked, "Shall we eat first, my love?"I smiled, my eyes locked onto his, and replied, "Food is important, after all!"Mike 's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and he rang a small bell by the side of the table.The workers glided in with trays bearing an assortment of delicacies, and the aroma of succulent lobster and tender steak filled the air. My stomach growled in anticipation as Mike took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine."This might just be the best birthday ever!" We began to eat, Mike fed me bite by bite, his eyes never leaving mine. The flavors exploded on my tongue, and I closed my eyes in rapture. "Mmm, this is heavenly!" I exclaimed.Mike chuckled, his eyes shining with excitement. "I'm so glad you're enjoying it, he said, his voice low and husky. "You deserve only the best."As we savored each bite, our eyes met, and I felt a spark skitter down my spine.m. It was as if time stood still,
Who?CLARAA wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I took a deep breath and clenched hard. My pussy was aching to be filled by my Mike 's cock, to be thrust into over and over again.He tugged my hips closer to him, undid his belt, and pulled out his cock. After lifting my ass a bit higher, he rubbed it against my wetness until it was glistening with my juices."Fuck," he mumbled against my neck, slapping his cock against my core. He was poking right against my entrance. So fucking close to just slipping right inside of me and ruining me in this underground restaurant.He placed a hand on my lower back, making me arch more for him, and slipped himself inside of me. Inch by inch, he thrust into me slowly until he was deep in my pussy. I clenched around him. He groped my breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands, and pulled me toward him with each thrust.I dug my nails into the couch, trying to keep my breathing even, but with every thrust, he was driving me closer and closer to the
Alice.MIKE "Leave her alone." Clara stepped in front of the man whom I didn't recognize no matter how hard to jug my memory back to fifteen years ago when Alice still worked for my family. I couldn't seem to remember who he was, but her, it was pretty easy.Alice was the daughter of our housekeeper and if there was anything I remembered, it was how nice her mother was.They were Asian, but with the most whitish blonde hair I'd ever seen so their faces were committed to mind. Seeing Alice now, all grown up, she reminded me so much of her mother.I pulled Clara back. She was definitely mad and if there was anything I knew about Clara, it would be how she never settled for any form of Injustice.She'd fight, even when she had no chance to win. I eyed the fuming male. His knuckles were botched, no doubt Alice had been his punching bag for a while.He was short and stout, his face unusually red and I could count the strands of hair on his head. If he dared to lay a finger on Clara, I'd h
Chapter 122 :A New BeginningMike pov It’s strange how life changes in an instant. One moment, you’re proposing to the love of your life with sweaty palms and a missing ring, and the next, you’re staring at a pregnancy test that says “positive.” Clara’s still asleep next to me, her hair a mess of golden waves sprawled over the pillow, and I’m lying here trying to figure out how my life got so... perfect. Except, it’s also terrifying. “Dad, I’m hungry,” Velma’s voice cut through my thoughts. I blinked at the ceiling before turning to see her standing by my side of the bed, clutching a stuffed bunny with one hand and rubbing her eyes with the other. She looked up at me with that sleepy little pout that made me realize she wasn’t a baby anymore. She wasn’t even my “little girl” anymore. And soon, there was going to be another little one in the house. “I’ll make you something in a sec, kiddo,” I whispered, ruffling her hair. Velma narrowed her eyes at me, all suspicious-like.
Crossing T's And Dotting I's. CLARA The ride was quiet, tense even, and my head was glued in one position, staring outside the vehicle as the houses blurred by. It seemed like Mike had been an undeniable part of my life for too long. I thought when I got home, I would be able to get him out of my air, but here I was now, in his car. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I had been judgy and undeniably mean to him, especially about Lucy . No, about everything, and I knew why I continuously did that. I just wanted to push him away, irk him, and show him all of the ugliest parts of me so he could get sick of it and go away! That didn't seem to be happening anytime soon, and the guilt I felt was only amplified. However does one get over this? Jeez. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes; he even looked good from the side, focused on the road. The silence was so thick that I felt it in my chest. Felt it deep inside my heart like an ice-formed dagger and it was slowly pre
: Viva La Vida.THREE MONTHS LATER.MIKE "Ughh! This dude doesn't know how to give up, does he?" I rolled my eyes as I fell on the couch next to Clara and wrapped my arms around her. She was looking at her phone again, for the second time today. He just wouldn't stop sending her those pictures, would he? Clara snuggled closer, "I should just block him, right?" She joked. "Love really had made him mad. I mean, look at that smile!"I shrugged. "I mean, did you see what it did to me?" A giggle ripped out of her throat and I snatched the phone from her playfully. "Is it just me or does he look fatter here?""Claire must be doing such a wonderful job!" Clara beamed, sighing. "I'm just glad he's okay! He looks so happy!""He does." I pecked her. "But I look happier, look at me alone." Rodney had been on vacation with Claire for the past two months, so we get blessed with pictures like this every second.It was tons of Claire's pictures, literally every part of her had been sent to Clara a
Hope.CLARAMike didn't respond, and more tears trickled down his cheeks as he stared into my eyes. His eyes were red, and swollen, evidence that he had been crying for a longer time than right now. My eyes prickled at the sight of him crying, and tears began to roll down my cheeks as well.Why was he crying? And why was I crying too. I didn't know why but my heart felt heavy in my chest, and it ached terribly. His silence stung me all over like a thousand bees. Why was he answering? What had happened to our baby?"C-Mike ?" I stammered, arching a brow, "What happened to Velma?" The question barely left my lips, but again he was quiet. Almost like he couldn't speak, and I couldn't take it anymore.The silence was killing me, just as much as not knowing what had happened to my baby. Could she-No. I shook my head frantically at the thought of that. No way. I didn't even want to think about that. I couldn't bear the thought of it, and it felt like a part me died at that brief thought.
Where Is She?CLARAI knew it was stupid and I shouldn't be here alone but what else could I do?! Lucy had threatened to harm her if I told anyone. I'd rather get hurt in her place as long as nothing happens to my daughter!I parked the car and looked up ahead at the building. No one lived there and the whole thing looked like it would fall apart at any moment.My heart thumped in my chest when fear gripped me and the possibility of all the bad things that could happen flashed before my mind. I closed the car door immediately I stepped out, my hands balled into fists.I'd rather die than have anything happen to Velma! Oh, god! Oh god! Agatha, too! I desperately clung to the hope that she had nothing to do with this, and that she was safe, just as Velma was.The video replayed in my head in an unending loop and I almost burst into tears.My baby. My little girl was fucking tied to a chair. I was going to kill Lucy ! I was going to rip her to shreds the moment I set my eyes on her. I s
The Foe.CLARAI felt a knot immediately tighten in the pit of my stomach as my eyes scanned the empty room from the doorway. The bed was empty, Velma wasn't here. Velma wasn't here?It was 2 a.m. Why wasn't she in bed by this time? Panic was slowly setting in, and I could feel it claw it way up my stomach. Where was she?My eyes shot to the restroom at the corner of the room, and I felt a bit of calm wash over me. Perhaps she was in there. I swallowed the uneasiness that had crawled its way to my throat, slightly panicking as I dashed across the room to her bathroom. "Velma," I called as I knocked on the door or rather banged it but there was no answer, and I pushed it open, "Velma," I called again.The door swung open, and my heart sank as it turned out empty too. She wasn't in the restroom. My head spun around the room, and my palm was beginning to feel clammy as I released the door and it slammed shut in my face. Where the hell was she? Where could she go?My stomach tightened, a
More Trouble!CLARA I came out of Velma's room after I'd registered that she was asleep and I took Mike into mine.We barely made it past the door. My urges were all over the place and I'd clenched my thighs all through the ride. I needed him so badly.Mike managed to slam the door behind me and pushed me in, crashing his lips into mine! "I'll take care of you," he whispered between kisses. "I'm so sorry, Clara. I'm so sorry I made you doubt me."His breath was hot against my face and he nibbled kisses everywhere. I was dripping wet, unable to contain my hunger.He whispered lovingly as he placed kisses on my naked body. I hastily unbuttoned his trousers, and he pulled it off before tossing it aside."Mike ," his tongue twirled with mine as if I'm trying to taste all his secrets. "I know. And I'm sorry too," I replied, out of breath. "Please. I'm ready. I want this. I want you. I'm done fighting you. Let me feel you, please."I reached down between us and gripped his cock, a little
Misconceptions.ClaraMy eyes locked onto Alice as she stepped inside my home, and I clenched my palm into a fist, feeling the slight tremble of my hands, and body as the rage simmered inside of me. It felt like a fucking earthquake was happening inside of me, and I hated that she made me feel this way-this small.What the hell was she doing here? How dare she even show her face here after what she had done? How dare she? Anger clawed it way up my throat, and I swallowed it back down, struggling to stay in control as my gaze fixed on her.My mind raced with a mix of emotions-Anger, hurt, betrayal, each feeling fighting for dominance, but I kept my expression blank, masking my feelings. I couldn't let her know how much her presence was affecting me or how much she had hurt me. No way. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of a reaction so I feigned calm even if I felt nothing like that.Even if I felt like I was caught in the middle of a freaking storm or hurricane. My emotions we
Loss!MIKE *THREE HOURS EARLIER*I didn't touch Alice! I didn't do anything with her so who captured these incriminating photos? My eyes burned when I looked down at the envelope once more. The weight had multiplied in my hand, like I carried the problems of the world inside that piece of paper.Fuck! Who the hell took this?Why?I was...just a step away from having my entire life together and this happens? I felt like a car running on fumes. Why was I stupid enough to think things would continue to go smoothly like they had these past few days?My heart had ripped from my chest and my hands wouldn't stop shaking no matter how I tried. I gulped hard as I tottered towards my car from Clara's building.She'd shut down and those entrances were slammed in my face. The ones I'd worked so hard to reopen. It felt like a knife was being carved into my chest and I swear, I couldn't breathe!I couldn't breathe. Who sent those photos? What did I do? If only she'd let me explain! Nothing happene