All Chapters of Grooming Our Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

NATASHAI attempted to distract myself with work.Assigned tasks by Michael left me physically present but mentally adrift, pushing Mr. Allen's patience to the limit.My focus wavered, thoughts drifting aimlessly, causing delays and frustrations. Despite my efforts to stay engaged, distractions clouded my productivity, straining myself from working with my head straight.When I reported to Michael, I felt intimidated.I wanted to tell him what makes me feel this way, but something held me back from expressing myself.The fear of his reaction, the uncertainty of his understanding, and the weight of my emotions all combined to create a barrier between my thoughts and my words.Maybe I'll get to the point where I could tell him what I got to say. I just wish that it wasn't too kate."Amber hates you," Karen whispered, clearly referring to Amber with a glance.I just shrugged, asking for a drink to calm my stress."And I heard her cursing you out to death when she tried to confront you,"

NATASHAIf my eyes could kill, I have already murdered Michael. He's sitting there right in front of me, catching the glare I'm throwing at him.As he slices his steak, the knife moves with a deliberate slowness, almost seductive in its precision."That's not going to work on me," I told him, crushing his balls and deflating his imagination that he will make my temper ease."I'm not doing anything," denying the fact that he had been trying to show off since he made me ride with him, Michael took his wine and sipped it, not taking his eyes off of me.Rolling my eyes, I can't bear the tension between us."If you're upset about Winona's visit, remember Dominic? He sent her to deliver a drive for me," he began, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within me.Mentally making comments, I didn't know that I'm already punishing the steak on my plate that didn't do anything to me."And if you want to hear the whole story, and to feed your suspicions, yes, Winona was one of the women I had back

NATASHA"I love you, Michael."The words flowed effortlessly from my lips, causing him to tense up as if he had just been doused with ice-cold water.My hands could feel the tension he grew in him.Those three words, I had never said it outloud until this very moment.I was afraid that I might get rejected even after the countless times he confessed what he feels for me.And this is the very moment I have been keeping myself from.I couldn't help but smile. My heart felt light and liberated after finally expressing something I had kept inside for so long.Michael grasped my shoulders, creating a distance between us.His eyes sparkled like crystals in the sunlight, clearly taken aback. His jaw dropped in shock, not a muscle moving.My confession stirred a whirlwind of emotions on his face, but surprise was the most evident."Michael?" I called out, trying to snap him out of his trance.His hand, which had been resting on my thigh, loosened its grip as he remained still, saying nothing.

MICHAEL"Good morning," I murmured, wrapping my arms around her petite waist and nestling my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of my minty soap on her skin."Michael! That tickles," she protested, nudging me gently with her elbow.Her bashfulness never failed to amuse me whenever I became sweet and clingy.Fuck, I never saw myself behaving this way with a woman."Come on, let's have breakfast," she suggested, attempting to disentangle herself from my grasp. When I refused to let go like a mitherfucking koala on a branch, she groaned in exasperation. "Michael.""Yes?" I feigned innocence, planting a soft kiss behind her ear. I could almost hear the response I was hoping for.Her moan."I felt so empty this morning, baby." I pouted, pressing myself against her back. "You woke up too early."I knew she had trouble sleeping last night, despite my best efforts to comfort her with soothing words and gentle touches. Something was clearly bothering her.She had barely slept,

MICHAEL"Natasha, it was an accident," I reassured her, noticing her anxiety.She was visibly nervous, sweating and fidgeting in her seat. Pierce seemed just as restless.Olga will be discharged tonight after spending nearly an hour in the operating room.Although she was hit, it wasn't a fatal injury, thankfully."Why do you think it was an accident?" Natasha questioned, her skepticism evident.I knew it wouldn't be easy to convince her, especially when she suspects something."Michael, it might be Elena. She must have found out that I told you something. You know she wants to harm my family. I... I can't bear to lose them, Michael. I can't," she almost sobbed.She hid her unshed tears by lowering her head and pacing back and forth.I tried to calm her down multiple times, but it seemed that I wasn't enough to put her at ease."Elena won't find out anything, Natasha. It was just the two of us in that room, in that house. Just the two of us, baby. The only way she could know what we t