All Chapters of Grooming Our Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The bed was useless now. Michael, always the thrill-seeker, had abandoned the soft mattress for the round table. It was our third round, and I was clinging to the edge, knuckles white, as he pounded into me. My head was thrown back, lips parted in a silent scream as he took me, owned me, relentlessly.He was nestled between my legs, his weight heavy and comforting. I could feel his thickness filling me, stretching me, reaching my core. It was deep, rough, and everything I craved."Shit, Michael!" I gasped, a moan escaping my lips. "Oh my God! Faster, please! Faster... ahh!"He tightened his grip on my thigh, driving into me with renewed intensity. I was lost in the sensation, I lost control to the rhythm of his thrusts. The sound of our sex slapping together echoed through the room, our groans and moans filling the air. The reek of sex, a heady mix of sweat and desire, hung heavy.An hour, maybe two, blurred into a single, glorious moment. Michael's name spilled from my lips, a mantra

Ashamed, embarrassed, disconcerted—you name it. All I know is that I want the floor to swallow me whole right now.I actually started a competition with his cousin. Did I mention something about her eyebrows and her outfit? Well, on that part, I’m not taking it back.But even so, I still don’t like the way she’s looking at me.“So, you’re Natasha. Good to finally meet the woman who causes my cousin a headache.” Donna held out her hand to me. She had a polite smile, but behind it, there was a hint of dislike.Her mouth was as nice as Michael’s. But her tone was anything but acceptable.Those judging eyes were testing my patience, but as Natasha Kaufman, I’m not easily intimidated. I have my own flag, and my face is printed on it.Holding a composed yet sarcastic smile, I reached for her hand and shook it firmly.“Nice to meet you too. I like your eyebrows,” I greeted back, pulling away instantly. I hate to borrow her lack of fashion sense. Tastelessness is a communicable disease.Yes, s

After that disastrous dinner, the tension grew even thicker when Thalia decided we all needed to "assemble" at the bar for some extended family bonding time. I want to say "yay" with a forced smile. I don’t know if she noticed that her husband’s “juniors” were busy sizing each other up with their glares, but I certainly did. Priam is a total chatterbox, and I’m not dumb enough to miss how he’s trying to get under Michael’s skin. Oh, my poor wealthy fiancé. “Been a while since we had a complete get-together,” Priam said, glancing around before landing his eyes on me. “And, of course, my soon-to-be sister-in-law joins us. Such an honor!” He leaned in closer, invading my personal space. Michael, as expected, sat decently on the single-seater couch while Thalia and Martin maintained this awkward one-fret-apart distance on the love seat. Meanwhile, I was perched on a stool, but this quadruple jerk decided to occupy the empty space next to me. Letting out a professional awkward c

"Auntie Thalia!" I greeted with my brightest, most upbeat voice as I strutted into Martin's company building. His secretary had called me earlier, claiming my presence was required for some big meeting about their product endorsement plans.Auntie Thalia’s eyes lit up the moment she saw me—and honestly, why wouldn’t they? I am her one and only gorgeous daughter-in-law.Planting a cheeky kiss on her face, I made sure to flash a radiant smile—one that screamed, "My beautiful mother-in-law, look at me! I’m the human embodiment of sunshine and rainbows." And I meant that both metaphorically and literally.I was draped in a glittery rainbow spaghetti-strap bodycon mini dress, my flawless arms and legs shimmering like I’d just stepped out of a skincare commercial.I rock every dress, I had to admit.My peacock-feather earrings swayed with every move, complementing the way I sashayed down the room like I was on a runway. The only thing missing? A wind machine to blow my long hair back dramati

My legs are trembling, sore, and exhausted, but everything feels fine because the man who made me weak has his arms wrapped around me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever had. Or maybe that’s just me assuming.Caressing his abdomen with my palm, my fingers slide down to his pelvis, right where the only mark on his skin is.“That tickles,” he muttered nonchalantly, catching my hand and placing it back on his hard belly.I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You said it so obviously,” I remarked sarcastically, scooting closer to him.The steady beat of his heart was music to my ears, and I couldn’t ignore the danger it'll cause me soon enough.Whether we’d kissed or not, I knew he’d leave sooner or later. Whatever this thing was, this situation with us tangled together in bed, I know be wouldn't think this is worth staying for. Especially since... he was still trapped in his past.“How long do you think we’ll last?” I asked suddenly, holding his hand and tracing it lightly with my forefing