All Chapters of SWEETHEART: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A soft knock on the door stir Mike. He opened the door a few inches, just enough for a peep and Laura was standing on the other end with the most adorable smile. Her face fell flat with eyes searching through Mike’s appearance–Messy hair, swollen face, barely open eyes, and shirtless well-defined body. "You are still asleep? Get ready. We are going to be late for breakfast. Chop chop!!!” she had always been the edgy, neat, and organized one, chasing all the other 4 towards ‘betterment’. Mike couldn’t muster the energy to open his mouth and reply to her Frankly speaking,, even her image is still blurry to him. Hovering between planets, he gave her just a thumbs up. Closing the slit opening shut, he wobbled around to find Sarah still sleeping, buried overhead into the white cotton quilt. With a sickening groan, he robotically paced to a bath and got ready before she could wake up and have a heart attack. How lovely was it to find her still buried overhead when he came out, thr

The missing piece of the earth now has guests, bombarding it with their laughter, water splashing, and short-lived yelps. Minutes tumbled off with them laid like lifeless mannequins on the banks, side by side. Traveling back in time every once in a while, forgetting all the burdens, responsibilities, and additional facial lines that come with aging; like the little innocent child, is a piece of cakeland with a company like Sarah. But with his internal tornado under a gasket lid, she is an tempting company with her now pink flushed soft skin, radiating morning glow on the highest points of her face. He found himself searching for excuses to touch her. The water had successfully outlined her curves, not to be missed by a man. Some secrets are better left ‘un-outlined’!. Each line in her lips seemed deeper, whining for attention and his lips are throbbing in response. In desperate need of a diversion, he proposed to go back to the cliff in the name of air drying. Not too much to the ed

Eagerly awaited sun to arise, Mike marched into his clinic and made some arrangements. He postponed a few existing appointments and froze intake of any new ones for the rest of the week, channeling all his attention to Sarah. After running a few errands, he was free to stalk Sarah and so, drove straight to Imperial Restaurant. A light grey suit, light grey pants, and a white shirt neatly layering his tall masculine frame with sharp facial features– he was a standout and exceptional than any other in the restaurant. His eyes pinned Sarah sitting alone by the glass wall as soon as he entered– a single white rose would have to weep in her feet. Sarah’s eyes widened as soon as she spotted Mike but Mike shook his head slightly, signaling her to not react. He sat at a table across from Sarah and typed a message to her ‘We both haven’t seen Suman. So don’t react, he might be somewhere here. Just ignore me’ Mike sent out the message. For that ‘IGNORE??? Have you seen yourself in the mi

Mike and the ‘unknown man’ are playing in the lane next to them. So obviously, he was eavesdropping. Unlike the few other players in the following lanes, focused on their game, weighing their aim. Suman waved his hand and a target board came in front of them. One of his subordinates placed a bow into his raised hand, which he held graciously and swung to his front, adjusting his arrow placement. Kind of unnerving Sarah,just a little. “Wait, we are starting? I told you, I haven’t touched the bow in years” she exclaimed a tad, not something he is used to. “Then use this as your training ground! I told you, we will play till you win me” he has his bow aimed at the board. “That is not fair!!! You are forcing me and I’m sorry I am not interested in this bet” she turned around and Suman lowered his bow, still eyeing the target board. “I know where you live. Bougainville residence." the bastard's low baritone strung Mike's nerve, gripping the counter. "And you are a realtor who

The heat from late Sunday afternoon pierced through the sheer curtain, gently taping on Mike’s back–the one thing he hates about this new room of his and the one thing Sarah refused to give in–SHEER CURTAINS. With a low groan, he sat up washing his face with his dry palm. The punch in the throat was an obvious sign of dehydration as he staggered downstairs, wearing only a pair of jeans. Shirtless, to be precise. A pair of plump butt cheeks was the only living thing he could see downstairs, as Sarah had submerged her head into the refrigerator, scavenging for food. With swollen eyes and heavy feet, he paced up to her and gently touched the back of her spine. In a snap, a girlish scream erupted from within the refrigerator as Sarah jumped out, wide-eyed and trembling lips. She held her forehead with one hand and another hand on her hip “Jezz, Mike! You scared the hell out of me”. “Relax woman!” he simply pushed her away from the refrigerator, took an aspirin, and swallowed it