All Chapters of Grooming Our Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MICHAEL"I told you, I'm fine."Mom had been discharged from the hospital by the time I arrived at the airport. Still, I decided to visit the beach house. There, I found my parents having a small squabble in the living room while Doris and Garry were making breakfast in the kitchen."Why did you have to call Michael? I'm sure he's busy, aren't you, honey?" Mom asked, sitting on the couch and enduring her bruised hip.The doctor said she's fine, just exhausted and dehydrated. The change of season was one of the causes, but she also got a bruise and a scratch on her forehead from the fall.Dad seemed more distraught over my mother than I had ever seen him before. He was worried sick.The last time I visited, Dad couldn't even step out of the bedroom. However, Garry mentioned that Dad himself asked him to ready the car fast.Stepping out of line now? Then it's a good riddance. He cares for Mom."It's fine, Mom," I waved it off as if my confession and revelation weren't cut off. "Besides,

MICHAELRan a bit late for the event. I sat at the designated table with Natasha, along with some guests who were minding their own business.The soft melody of the cello and piano was calming and peaceful. Yet, Natasha was facing a battle on her own. She had been so quiet that I felt alone the whole time.Ever since we left her apartment, I couldn't help but notice how tense and wary she seemed. She kept looking around, as if worried that someone might be watching her.Reaching for her hand, I squeezed it lightly, just enough to catch her attention.I wanted to ease her mind and calm her heart. Whatever was worrying her, I wanted to give her a reason to forget about what made her anxious."Are you okay?" I leaned close and demanded an answer.Humming, she nodded her head before looking upfront and didn't elaborate on the conversation. I knew she wouldn't open her mouth to such a simple question, but I wouldn't stop until I hear her voice."Baby, I know something's wrong. Tell me." Li

NATASHAMy head must have been somewhere else; I can't focus on my job, and my legs are shaking as I travel through my thoughts.Holding a pen, yet I haven't written any important information I should've noted, but I can't even move a muscle.I couldn't sleep last night.Michael helped me reunite with my family, but I couldn't be happy. Trouble had me shaking, and I'm scared not for myself but for the people around me.What could Elena do?Grumbling under my breath, I let go of the pen that had been useless since I clicked it, clutched my head, and groaned silently."This is stressing me out," I mumbled before staring at the open monitor, looking at that bleeping line on the search bar. "Okay..."Taking a deep breath, I secretly peeped inside Michael's office and found him busy over the phone, looking at the screen of his laptop with a deep frown on his forehead.Since he sat on that chair, he hasn't called me for anything, not even for a coffee. He must be so busy."Elena Solon," I m

NATASHAMichael convinces me with his every word. He wants me to trust him, and I do. But whom I don't trust is myself.What if I lead him to danger? Whose conscience will kill me? Mine.But all I know is I'm going to keep him close until I turn to ashes as he sparks the flame and let everything burn.I moaned when his kisses trailed down my neck, romancing me in his sweetest way."Michael..." I moaned when his hand found my right chest and began palming it the way I wanted.The sweetness in his actions started off nice and slow until he had me pressed against the wall and made me face it.His tongue found my nape and sucked my skin there.I felt how he grinds his crotch on my behind, letting me know how hard he is for me as his hand tried to unbutton my slacks and slipped it inside my underwear, finding my mound that was salivating for his touch.When a pail of boiling water was poured into a bucket of ice-cold water, it makes smoke and sizzling noises. Above the sky, it creates a st

NATASHA"I'm so full," I moaned, resting my back where I sit after eating the steak like a starved animal.Michael is sitting adjacent to me."I think I ate for a whole year tonight," I groaned, finding it hard to move and feeling so sleepy."Right energy, right strength. You need it," he said, his tone somewhat teasing, giving me a clue of something else.Raising an eyebrow at him, I scowled."Why are you looking at me like that?""Stop using words that could mean something else.""I was talking about work tomorrow. I believe we have a lot of load to carry, right?"Shaking my head negatively, I watched the lump in his throat bob up and down as he drank water. It's something everyone does every day, but there must be something special in him that makes him look like an actor advertising water on TV.I don't know if he's intentionally making himself look sexy or if it's just his usual self. But I think I'll always see him this way.Am I drooling?My hand slowly reached for my chin, and