All Chapters of Grooming Our Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MICHAELMy fingers played with my bottom lip as I watched Natasha step out of the fitting room, smoothing her shirt with her hands.I expected her confusion when we arrived at the boutique. I thought she would ask many questions and start chattering away, but instead, she obediently followed my every order like a speechless robot.She stood there just a few feet away from me, resembling a statue after trying on the gown.Apart from spelling boredom, her face was like a book written in a language I couldn't decipher.I initiated a game, but she seemed like a pro countering my amateur attack.Fuck, should I be more cautious, or perhaps not?Both of her hands were clasped behind her, shooting me a fiery side glance.After the morning interview, she must have stayed outside. She still wore the same suit, but her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her face was free of makeup.The way she stood highlighted the curves of her body, making them more pronounced.Her chest appeared fuller, an

NATASHAFirst five days of working for Michael, and I feel like my hair is turning white. The jerk seems to forget that he's got a company to run."Tasha, Mr. Montero has to sign this. This is part of the upcoming event this week. Is he there?""Tasha, the advertising department is asking for the layout Sir Montero approved last week.""Tasha, has Sir Montero approved Mr. McLiam's lot transfer? He's asking for a copy of the print.""Tasha, did Sir Montero comment about the presentation from the marketing department? Did he have any negative thoughts about it?""Tasha, here's the report from accounting. Is Sir Montero present? I heard from our manager that the deadline is coming by the end of the month. The report should have an approval from the boss.""Tasha, any news about the payroll? The salary distribution starts by the second week of the month. Were there any changes in the schedule? We weren't informed."Tasha here, Tasha there...Five heads of their department came at once to

NATASHAMy heart felt like it's causing a high-magnitude earthquake inside my body, my blood rushing way too quickly in my veins, and my body can't seem to function right.As soon as I closed the door behind me, I figured out that I've been holding my breath.His touch brings back all the memories from the past. His voice convinces me to look back and hear him talk to me like I'm the only one who could calm him. And his confession...Placing my hand on my chest where my heart is, I closed my eyes and felt how it beats. It's too fast.Stop it, Natasha.Don't entertain this feeling. It's too risky. It's too dangerous!How dare he? How unfaithful he could be? His wife must be suffering in pain.What if his wife comes in and finds me here? What if she's a war freak? I don't want to lose my hair. I don't want to be called a mistress and a woman without dignity.My dignity, I lost it with Michael, together with my virginity. I may not bring back my purity, but I want to build back my dignit

NATASHAThings happened in a blur as we ended up in bed without any clothes on.I'm overwhelmed, struggling to breathe. His addictive kisses are suffocating me, clouding my thoughts, and leaving me unable to think straight.I know I promised myself not to let my guard down, yet here I am, under his dominance, being ravished.On his lips, I moaned as his hand found my sensitive clit. It tickled and made me tremble.Before we reached the bed, he had me coming more than a couple times, leaving me spent but still wanting for more of him.I admit that I miss this, his touch, his lips. But the pain is still in my heart, the fear of betrayal haunting my thoughts.Gasping for air, darkness closed in as he thrust two fingers inside me."Oh!" I moaned, my toes curling from the building sensation inside me.He gazed into my eyes as he expertly caressed my sex. "Does it feel good?" asking the obvious, I failed to utter a word and just nodded my head. "I should be the only one to touch you like th

MARTIN"Could you please relax? I'm getting dizzy because of you," my wife, Thalia, said as she sat on a rocking chair, crocheting as if nothing bad could happen at any moment."I can't," I accidentally spat on her, causing her to give me a piercing look above her eyeglasses. "Look, Thalia, if you can stay calm in times like this, I can't." Walking to the window, I closed the blinds and peeked outside.The sea was calm, with many people playing by the shore and basking in the sun, burning their skin.Children's laughter is usually uplifting, but I couldn't find any joy. I felt distressed!"We've been in this situation for almost four months now, Martin. Trust our son, he knows what he's doing," she calmly reassured me, glancing at the crocheted cats by the window, gazing up at the moon. "Look at this, I've finished it. What do you think?""That would be the twentieth crochet you've made, and this will be the twentieth time I'd say it's pretty," I replied.I don't mean to be rude, but