All Chapters of Grooming Our Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MICHAEL"And did I ever mention, your head will fly somewhere if you see Tasha while working," Aaron was talking way too loudly inside my head that I wanted to feed him his own fist. "Your job is right here, in front of you, not over there with her.""Can you stop talking for a minute? You're distracting me," I chided him, crossing my arms as I looked at the blueprint the engineer showed us."Distracting you from being distracted?" He looked over at Natasha, who was currently talking to some of the farmers on the plantation. "Yeah, right."When she told me that she wouldn't talk to me the whole day, I should have believed her. I'd rather joke around when she just woke up, not when she's pregnant."She's too pretty. And that means you won't be able to focus on your job.""I am focusing," I defended myself.Yes, my eyes kept glancing at my wife, but my ears were listening. I already knew the plans; I had read the whole plan in that little folder while we were on the plane, and I am not

MICHAEL"Are you sure you're going to stay here?" I asked Natasha as I adjusted my wristwatch. I've been trying to convince her ever since she told me she wouldn't come with me."I'm not in the mood for loud places tonight," she replied, helping me fix my collar. "Just make sure your eyes don't wander to other women's body parts," she warned, playfully poking my nose.I snorted and placed both of my hands on her waist, letting them fall to her buttocks and giving them a squeeze."Michael!" she chided, slapping her palm on my chest."What?" I innocently asked, leaning in to capture her lips and give her a lingering kiss. "Maybe I should ditch Aaron, what do you think?""Stop thinking about ditching anyone!""But I want you," I whined, running my hand along her bare legs that the robe didn't cover.Locked in a kiss, I had her pinned against the wall.I just can't get enough of her."Quickie?" I whispered to her.She bit her lower lip, holding onto my shoulders, clearly tempted. She want

NATASHAThe loud sirens were still ringing in my head. I thought that the smoke had blinded my eyes, but when I saw Michael lying on the floor unconscious, I ran towards him.Help arrived just a few minutes after the explosion at the restaurant, and Michael was rushed to the hospital along with many other people who were injured in the incident."Fuck," Michael groaned as he pushed himself up from lying in the hospital bed."Don't move too much," I chided him and helped him relax his back. "You've got a real huge bruise on your back, Michael.""I can feel it," he groaned in pain.His face showed how painful it was."Are you okay?" He inspected me. "Are you hurt?"His frown deepened, showing his concern for me."What's this?" He asked about the scratch I had on the side of my eyebrow."Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?" I replied."I'm fine," he enunciated, still enduring his back. "I got treated, what about you? You need to change your dress, it has dirt all over it. There's a h

NATASHA"Let him go, Nat. He must have a good reason why he's doing it," Laura tried to convince me about my hunch. "You said it yourself, he was honest to you, and loyal and loving you right. You even kept on telling me how he cares for you very well.""I know, it's just that..." I carefully dragged myself down on the chair and showed her my worry through my face. "I'm having a bad feeling."Relaxing on the porch at Laura's house, I absentmindedly played with my fingers, lost in thoughts.The gentle breeze and the quiet surroundings provided a peaceful backdrop for my contemplation, giving me time to unwind for a moment and sort through the thoughts messing in my mind.I find it hard to deal with my personal worries, I need to tell someone I could trust to pull this out of my chest.This morning, I searched for information about pregnancy, and I wasn't that happy about what I read.Feeling all kinds of emotions, I was a mix of suspicion and unease.It wasn't sitting right with me.My

MICHAEL"I just can't handle it anymore!" Dominic exclaimed, clutching his head. "I feel like I'm gonna die. I hate this feeling, Michael. I hate it!"For a moment, I was in a panic. And now, I just don't know how to react.Here I thought that there was an emergency going on. It looks like the emergency is about his head and chest."Relax, you're going to have a brain-heart attack," I told him, offering him the chair in front of my desk as I took a couple of glasses and poured enough amount of scotch each."I think I already have one," he hastily uttered, rushing to my direction and snatched the glass from me.Watching him drink it in one go, I stood there still even when he took the bottle from my hand. "Okay?" I mumbled and took my chair.With my observant stare, I studied him from head to toe. And all that I could say is that he looked like hell.His hair was a mess, probably from his frequent yanking he does. His eyes are deep and obvious in need of sleep, and he can't stay still.