All Chapters of My Tyrant CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sara's POV "Does this suffice?", Michael's deep voice sounded from his bedroom, then he stepped out for Marie and me to see.Michael stopped in the middle of the room, opened his arms and turned slightly so we could see him from all his angles. "Won't Sara wear a black dress?", Marie asked, munching on our chips. "Don't you want to go in similar outfits?" "It's alright", I quickly brushed it away. "I love the blue suit on him!"I eyed him. This was the darkest blue I had ever seen him in. "That's a new suit", I noticed and eyed him even more openly and fondly. "Keen eyes like always", Miche smirked at me. "Tie or no tie?" "No tie and open jacket", Marie and I decided in sync. "Why are you already getting dressed though?", I inquired to know after I threw a glance at the clock. "We still have a few more hours to go." "Just wanted to try out my new suit", his smile showed his dimples.Michael was as eager as a child when he purchased a new suit and he could never wait to try it on

Hector Harrington's POV (Michael's father)Olive branch, MississippiHector's study"Michael, why won't you pick up?", I thought, sighing deeply as I watched the declined screen light up on my phone. "Why are you declining my calls? Are you still angry with me?", my heart twisted at that thought and got heavy. I ran both hands through my hair and walked in circles, contemplating if I should call again now or in ten minutes again. It was worrying me - why couldn't he pick up? Was he in trouble?As always, guilt washed over me as I stared at his profile picture. He was an identical copy of me, down to the deep brows, strong nose and prominent jawline, as well as the strong neck and shoulders. He had inherited the blonde hair and blue eyes of the Beaumont's, but his built and stern look were certainly from my side, the Harrington's.It had been one of the reasons he had inherited my middle name for his first name.I caught myself asking what he might be doing at this time of day. It was

Sara's POVMichael had his head on my chest, reading through his mails, while I stroke his hair.It amazed me how in the mornings Michael was like a whole new man; as if the nightmares never happened, he was in full work mode, concentrated, his mindset set purely on the company and then once his official workday was over, he made time for us, meaning Marie, Gerard, me and his family. Estelle would often manage to somehow call Michael in the evening, and he would take the time to speak to her and Adrien.Often, I also heard him discuss the market with his oncle Victor, which always sounded more like a military plan rather than a discussion between two business men.I watched my blond man hesitate for a second as he thought what he should type, then his fingers flew over the keyboard and produced a brilliant response. I took the time to scan his face intently.My fingers had the urge to trace the soft wrinkles around his eyes, as well as his dimples through his beard when he laughed. Th

Sara's POV"How many are there?", my voice broke at all the newspapers laid out on the table. You couldn't see the glass of the table at all.Headless. Countless of headlines. Pictures of us, pictures of me. Michael's name in all the articles, mine not yet mentioned.Marie patted my hand, clearly tired. It was well after ten in the evening and it took a toll on both on them to say up earlier than usually. I felt bad. I felt so, so bad.That Eleanor still loved Michael.That they had to stay up this late because of us.That this was happening.That this was all happening, because Noah had lied about everything; from his identity to his feelings.Had I known who he truly was, had I known that Michael awaited me later in my life, I would have dropped everything, and I would run into his arms.I wouldn't have hesitated when he flirted with me. I wouldn't have to fight for my divorce and feel bad for falling in love with my boss.I would have talked to Eleanor much sooner, so this wouldn't

Sara's POVI had wanted to surprise him, but yeah. No.I had gotten my period and like always, I instantly suffered the worst cramps in my life, my back was killing me and the endless stomach ache and pulling feeling in my lower body parts were killing me.Usually we went to his after work, but I had needed fresh clothes, so I had taken the subway home without him.It was weird to step inside my own flat. When had been the last time I had stayed over? Was it always this clean? It looked empty, as if nobody lived here. Dust everywhere. But that wasn't important. I had managed to drag myself into my bedroom.And now I was crunched together in a ball on my bed.I could forget the dinner with Michael. I managed to reach out for my phone and texted Michael.Bebo onlineSo like √√I'm over here dying √√On my period √√SeenShoot, that bad again?Yeah √√I'll drop by yours after work, is there anything you want?Lots, and lots of cuddling √√:)) √√I can arrange that"Hehe", I giggled and