Alpha Michael's POV: Today had started off on a good note. Waking up to Catherine in my bed, naked and looking fuckable. I'd planned on waking her up with kisses and a good morning sex but the Kids' voices had floated up to my ears, drawing me to the window. Jason and Julia had been playing with water guns. Interested, I'd slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top, leaving Catherine to sleep properly so I could spend a little time with the kids, see if Julia was going to soften up to me. And she did. It had been hard at first with her not wanting to be close to me but that had been taken care of and soon, she was running away from me in a fit of laughter as I shot the water gun at her. After that, we'd stepped into the house to the most beautiful aroma in the world. Apparently, the kids recognised it to be their mother's cooking and they began to jump for joy, glad that she was cooking. And now, with the intent of coming to enjoy her meal, I was met with the very
Catherine's POV: When I saw her, the shock that rippled through me was groundbreaking. The last time we'd met, she had been rude to me and later, I found out who she was to Michael. "Mum, I want more veggies!" Julia whined as she pushed her plate towards me. Looking up, I forced a smile that refused to be produced, picking a spoon from the metal dish and scooping a general amount of vegetables onto her plate. She giggled and pulled it back before she continued to eat. I caught Michael staring at her with a smile and like he knew I was watching him, he raised his head to look at me and I immediately bowed and picked my spoon, playing around with my food. The kids were the first to finish and that was because they were enthusiastic to eat. I was quite a good cook and even Michael had asked for more. Once I was done pushing my food around my plate from lack of appetite, I pushed my seat back and stood to my feet. “Catherine," He stopped me right before I wa
Michael's POV: I'd never seen her this insecure. The first time we married, all she'd expressed in situations like these were anger and withdrawing into her shell. I hadn't cared enough to know what exactly she felt at that time. But now, I was really invested in how she felt about this. I knew she was bothered and greatly jealous and no matter how she tried to make this about the kids, I knew it was a blatant lie. Brushing her hair back, I watched as her eyes turned liquid. She had beautiful eyes. Intense eyes that pulled me in. I'd really experienced the feeling of staring properly into bed eyes last night while we were having sex and I totally wanted more of that. I really wanted more of that. "Trust me?" I asked, pulling her close enough to my breath to fan her cheeks. She smiled and nodded but that uncertainty still remained in her eyes. I knew it was going to take a lot for her to finally believe my words and all it took was me assuring her by not just wor
Catherine's POV: He made love to me. Several times than one and after each round, he wrapped me in his arms lovingly. I fell asleep again and when I woke up, he was still holding onto me and sleeping peacefully. A smile creeped into my lips and I remained still, not wanting to wake him up as I needed to enjoy this moment properly. After about five minutes, I decided it was time to return to my room. Because we had sex did not mean that we shared rooms now. Besides, we were divorced and he was entitled to his privacy. Slowly, I slipped out of his arms but it was too late because he pulled me back, pressing his head into my neck. "Where are you going?" He asked in a groggy voice, breathing heavily in the process. "Uhm, back to bed?" "And isn't this bed?" He whispered, his fingers tracing lines down my bare body. His touch was electric and with every moment, it set me on fire. "Uhm, my room. That's what I mean. I am going back to my room." "So you
Catherine's POV: The door to his study clicked shut and I walked in, stopping when I got to his desk. "Is there something wrong?" "Does it look like there is?" He asked, looking up at me. His expression conveyed slight anger and I could tell that he was mad at me. "Uhm, yes. It does look like there is. You're frowning at me. You only ever do that when you're mad at me." "I have one question for you and I need you to answer with all honesty." My heart picked up. No, I wasn't afraid of anything. I was just worried and nervous about his reaction once again. If this had to do with John then I wasn't sure there was anything I could do to make him believe that all I had told him from the onset was the truth. "Why does she keep talking about John like he had something with you." “John was a better part of her life. She was born and I came back to his home from the hospital. He took her like his own child. It was the same for Jason. He treated them like their
Alpha Michael's POV: Catherine's words rang in my ears for the whole of today. She was indeed right. There was a lot of work I had to do in regards to making things go back to normal. And that had to be me starting with getting the divorce papers. So as soon as she left, I gave Shaft a call, asking him about the development concerning the lady that was being followed and my employees. "I have a list of their names and I will be sending them to you in less than thirty minutes. I just have to make compilations." “Be quick about it. Time is not on my side." Thirty minutes later, I got a text message. Tapping it open, I saw that it was a text from Shaft. It was a document containing a long list of their names and as I went through the names and the posts they occupied, I began to remember their faces. One after the other. I placed a call to Trenton, asking to appear at the Palace at once and he did, taking a seat before me as we went through the names. "
Michael's POV: The first person to come in was a woman and she had a smile on her face. If it was to make me go easy on her, then it wasn't going to work. I flipped a page of my journal containing questions over before placing my elbow on the table and staring at her with the hardest look I had on. "Your name is Jadon Sharper?" I asked and she nodded. "When did you get this job?" "In the first week of November last year." "So that's three months ago?" She nodded. "Yes, sir. Three months ago." "Did you come with a copy of your résumé? I asked that everyone come with it." She blinked and her eyes darted around for a few seconds. I could read the fear in her eyes and it was enough to tell me what I wanted to know. But I was going to wait for her to speak and if she chose not to, I was going to make her fucking break. "I wanted to but I realized that my email got deleted. In Fact, I lost a lot of my information during a fire at my house." I stared
Michael's POV: By the time we were done with the fifth person, I had already gotten my answer. Someone had paid them to work here. Hell, someone had planned all of this and it was one person. I had no idea who but I was out to find that person. "What's your name?" I asked the tenth man to come into the room. I was starting to get tired but I knew I had to finish this up today. "Hendrick Adamson." "You know what I want to ask you, right? I don't think there's any need for me to start the introductions. Who the fuck asked you to work here?" He shook his head. "I... I applied to work here on my own. No one asked me to work here for you." "And how the fuck am I supposed to believe that?!" I snapped, banging my hand on the desk. "How the fuck am I supposed to?!" He blinked. "Sir, I know this might sound like I am lying but I have worked here for over a month and I am here on my internship. I am a student of UCLA." "There's no need to waste time here," I s