Alpha Michael's POV: Jennifer blinked a few times then she burst into a loud laughter before letting her chopsticks drop. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you out of your mind? You definitely took something, didn't you?" "No, Jennifer. I am perfectly fine. If you're going to tell me the truth, I promise to let you go Scott free. Just tell me the fucking truth." I quickly sent a text to my beta, asking him to send two men over. He replied that they were already on their way here. Pushing her food back, she stood to her feet. "Do you know the first time I met her, I was shocked that you brought her back. I thought you were going to discard her after everything. But you chose her again and now, you think I'm the one with the divorce papers?" "Yes, I think it's you. I am honestly not here to have issues with you. Just tell me where the fuck they are." "I am not with it. But if you want to search around my house, who am I to stop you, huh?" Pushing to my f
Catherine's POV: Last night, after the kids had been put to bed, I sat at the terrace, staring at the stars but not really seeing a thing. I was feeling rather bleak and honestly, I wished there was a way to put an end to it. Realizing that there was none, I decided that reading a book would do the job. So I sat there, trying hard to hold back my tears as I leafed through pages without even reading a thing. I had felt a presence behind me while I was crying but I ignored it, knowing fully well that I was just wishing Michael was there to listen to me. The next morning, I woke up to the kids jumping around in my bed. Cracking one eye open, I caught sight of Jason pushing his train up and down the window sill. I heard something clatter on my vanity table and turned to see Julia holding a lipstick and rubbing it around her lip. Frowning slightly, I stayed in bed and watched her gently return it to its place and like she knew I was watching her, she turned to look a
Catherine's POV: "Mummy! I want chocolates!" Julia cried right after Michael left to process our order. Sighing, I shut the menu book in my hand. "You heard what he said. He can only get you cookies and hot chocolate. They're all made out of pure chocolate, honey." She shook her head. "That's not true. I want to chew candies!" "Julia, Dad isn't going to get us chocolates on our way back if you keep whining. He said we're going to get all of that on our way home in case you have forgotten." Leaning back into her seat, she poured sulkily and when Michael returned, he had a small smile on his face. Drumming his hand on the table, he made his announcement, telling us all that our breakfast would be ready in twenty minutes. "Chocolate?" Julia asked. Michael sighed and I could tell that he was tired of her making the same request so much. "I already said we're going to get it along with dessert on our way back home. You can't have chocolates until you've had s
Catherine's POV: My fists clenched and unclenched as I watched Michael walk towards her in quick steps. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and pushed her against her car, his hand pinned around her waist. I cocked my head to the side, wondering if I was taking things overboard by actually being affected by the fact that he was holding her so closely. "Mum, why is dad standing with that lady from yesterday?" Julia asked as she poked her head out of the window. I turned to her and smiled. "She's been causing so many problems lately. So he's warning her to stay away from us." Jason grimaced as he came up behind Julia. "I don't like her, mum. She's mean." "Yes," Julia agreed. "She glared at you the last time she was here and Dad did nothing about it." "You called him Dad again!" Jason laughed, pointing at her. Julia glared at him and faced me again. We watched as they spoke and I tried to hear what they were saying but the wind kept carrying their voices in t
Catherine's POV: As soon as we got home, the kids decided that they wanted to watch a few more movies so they rushed off to the TV room with Michael tailing behind them. As for me, I decided to make dinner special tonight, as we had a really good day today. A smile crawled up my lips when I thought about how Michael had warned Jennifer never to have us followed again. It felt creepy that anyone would do that. She cheated on Michael with his brother so why the hell was she having him followed? One thing I hated about certain people was the fact that they barely ever left people they once dated in the past even if they were the shitty ones and at fault. Walking into the kitchen, I smiled at the few maids who were cleaning the kitchen up and getting ready to make lunch. Of course, we had spent so much time out of the house before returning back home and it was almost three o'clock. That meant there was a likelihood of us having dinner instead. Tiffany p
Catherine's POV: By the time I was done getting dressed, one of the maids came to inform me that Michael was waiting outside so we could drive to our location. I thanked her before slipping my feet into my pair of runner shoes. I gave myself a look in front of the mirror. I had gone for a pair of jean shorts and a top that barely covered my belly. Of course, I wanted to feel really free around him today and it didn't matter if half of my belly was out. Once I was down getting dressed, I picked my bag up and sprayed my favorite perfume before leaving my room. The kids were still asleep so I asked the maids to make sure they ate enough. I didn't ask her to take them to bed early as they had already slept this afternoon. As the other maid has said, Michael was waiting outside for me in front of his truck. He smiled at me and pulled the door open. "Uhm, where are the baskets?" I asked, stopping before him with a smile on my face. I tried hard to avoid eye contact with h
Alpha Michael's POV: Of course, I knew she lost her mother at a very young age. Not so young because she was eighteen at the time according to Trenton. But we never really talked about it. It wasn't like we ever talked about anything in the first place so there was nothing much to expect. But seeing her talk about her mother in this manner, I knew there was so much she hadn't let out. I knew there was a lot she wanted to talk about but chose not to. I saw it in her eyes, in the way she fidgeted as she spoke and all I wanted to do was reach out to her and take her hand in mine. And when she broke down, I pulled her into my arms because all I wanted to do was comfort her, because I felt the same pain in my chest. I wanted to take the pain from her. I wanted to feel it more than she did and I did. I did feel the pain. She sobbed against my chest, trembling and tugging at my chest as she cried harder. And never for once did my hold on her falter. I held her. I didn't
Catherine's POV: My belly protruded, pushing my dress as I tried to push to my feet. Just before I could stagger to the side, Michael grabbed onto my hand and shook his head at me. "You overate," He pointed out and heaved me to my feet. "I know you did because you got so comfortable, right?" Turning away shyly, I nodded my head. "You're not wrong." He shook his head before laughing and nodding. "I see. Is that a good thing though? Eating how you want because you're around me?" I nodded and fiddled with my fingers while fighting my smile. "I do it around people I feel really comfortable with and it's not because I eat a lot. I just eat to my fill." "You're a big eater," He pointed out again and I nearly jumped off the cliff in embarrassment. "So why have you been hiding it from me?" I shook my head. "No, I haven't. I haven't been hiding the fact that I am a big eater from you." He cocked his head to the side before coming to stand by my side. "Are you t