Todos los capítulos de Grooming Our Love: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"I should've stayed in the city," I grumbled under my breath, trudging back to the villa.I don't even know if I'm going the right way. I have zero sense of direction."Only if you hadn't gotten in that jerk's car. You should've been at a spa tonight, probably sipping chamomile tea or getting your beauty sleep. Not here, in the middle of nowhere, walking in heels, carrying these bags!" I kicked a stone with a groan.The cold night air made my skin crawl.I was walking alone, and since I started, only a couple of vehicles had passed by. A truck carrying timber and some punk blasting hardcore rock through the radio."Stupid me!" I groaned, close to giving up and just sitting on the floor.Was I that excited to shop with Michael that I forgot my phone and just brought my wallet? Was I too eager to buy a whole wardrobe for a week?This is crazy!"Michael, I swear to every manicured nail I have, if you don't show up and play hero tonight, I'm going to skin you alive," I cursed into the air.

"Why would I do that?" I finally found my voice and crossed my arms. "And for your information, I don't touch things that aren't mine. Do you really think I'd be snooping around your stuff and find out some dirty little secret you have in your room?" I scoffed.He's not buying it."About your clothes, let me tell you this. Out of all the days I've seen you, the only time I saw you wearing something colorful was the night of the event when you dressed yourself like you're the modern devil walking around at night, and that's all."He nodded, then tilted his head to the side and stood right in front of me like I'm an enigmatic science equation he needed solved as fast as he could. By the doorway, both of his hands were holding onto the door frame, leaning close to me.My feet were nailed to the floor.I could feel my cheeks getting hot as his gaze bored deeper into my soul. He's got something in those chestnut eyes that makes me feel like Superman stabbed by a kryptonite spear. Dead-o and

His hands expertly held me as if I were the most fragile thing he had. He held me as if I were about to run away from him, which I certainly wouldn't.Guiding me to straddle him, our lips couldn't seem to let go of each other.It was suffocating and pleasurable at the same time. He was taking my breath away, just as much as I was taking his.Running his fingers through my hair, he pulled it, breaking our kiss and letting his lips travel down my neck. Licking the line of my throat and successfully finding my sweet spot.An involuntary moan escaped my lips as my eyes squeezed closed.Michael... he was the last man that I ever thought I would share my bed with. Yes, I had dreamt of him, hoping he would touch me and answer all my questions about how he knew well to bring me pleasure, and yet he was quite hard to reach.But now, he was the one taking over."Ahh..." I breathed as I felt his tickling wet kisses find my collarbone, romancing my body in a way that I had never felt before.I adm

"Yes, everything's well here, Mom."After breakfast, I got a call from my mom. It was a total surprise, because it's usually her secretary who calls to remind me of the things I've forgotten. My mom only calls me when the world's about to end, or when she needs something from me.Leaning against the banister, I felt the sun's heat getting blocked by the clouds. Instead of a hot summer day, the breeze was telling me it was going to rain any minute.From the balcony, I could see a bunch of gardeners tending the plants and the labyrinth. It was probably what Florida had mentioned earlier.There were guys cleaning the whole yard. It looked like someone was throwing a party, or maybe a governor had decided to have a major clean-up around the house.But out of everyone down there, one guy stood out. He had this aura of perfection, you know? Like he just stepped out of a magazine.My lower lip started trembling as my eyes landed on his backside. With those black slacks, he was showing off the

"How romantic!" Laura squealed, her eyes wide as I spilled the slightly embellished details of my weekend getaway."I know, right?" I giggled, forcing a smile as I checked my reflection in the vanity mirror. "We even took a helicopter ride back, can you believe it? He was so sweet, he kissed me like I was the only girl in the world." I winced internally. That part was pure fantasy, a figment of my wishful thinking.After our whirlwind romance in the rain--which, let's be honest, I basically forced upon him, Michael came back to his usual charming-yet-distant self. He'd been showering me with compliments before we came back to the city, but now… crickets.It had been over twenty-four hours, and my phone remained stubbornly silent.I couldn't figure him out. It was like his sweetness was a migraine that came and went, and I was constantly taking my "vitamin" to avoid it. And that was a problem."Oh my gosh, I wish someone would do that to me!" Laura sighed dreamily, closing her eyes and