MICHAELGrabbing her butt cheek, I pulled her closer and drowned myself in her scent, in her sensitivity. Licking, lapping, and sucking."Oh my... Michael!" She screamed when I hardened my tongue and thrust it inside her.I watched as she arched her back and threw her head back, feeling my tongue in the middle of her thighs.Her hands were holding onto my hair, yanking.Just a few more licks, a few more sucks. I could feel that she was coming. She was close."Don't stop, oh! Don't stop, please?" She begged, and I gave it to her until I heard her moan at her release, and I devoured her juices, licking every last bit of it."Goddamn, tasty," I said, my voice muffled.Giving her one last lick, I felt her legs shake as she tried to push herself up, then crawled down on me and snuggled her face into my neck."You're amazing, baby," I whispered in her ear, letting my hands travel all over her body. Feeling her warmth pressed against me; she felt so soft against me, so perfect in my arms."N
MICHAEL"I just can't handle it anymore!" Dominic exclaimed, clutching his head. "I feel like I'm gonna die. I hate this feeling, Michael. I hate it!"For a moment, I was in a panic. And now, I just don't know how to react.Here I thought that there was an emergency going on. It looks like the emergency is about his head and chest."Relax, you're going to have a brain-heart attack," I told him, offering him the chair in front of my desk as I took a couple of glasses and poured enough amount of scotch each."I think I already have one," he hastily uttered, rushing to my direction and snatched the glass from me.Watching him drink it in one go, I stood there still even when he took the bottle from my hand. "Okay?" I mumbled and took my chair.With my observant stare, I studied him from head to toe. And all that I could say is that he looked like hell.His hair was a mess, probably from his frequent yanking he does. His eyes are deep and obvious in need of sleep, and he can't stay still.
NATASHAIt's lunchtime already, and I made something that Michael might like.The last message he sent me was this morning when he arrived at the building. And my phone hasn't received any ring from his number.I was planning on surprising him, but I didn't know that my plan is going to be useless."I'm so sorry, Mrs. Montero, but Sir Montero left in a hurry just an hour ago," Chet answered when I was about to approach the office door."Oh," I mumbled and took a step back. "Did he say anything about his whereabouts or his schedule today?"With his comely appearance, he gave me an uncertain look. "I am not sure of Sir Montero's sudden departure, but his today's schedule is a lunch meeting, and a visit to a friend, I believe."Visit to a friend?A friend?I have no idea who that friend is."A friend, you mean Dominic?" I tried searching for clarification, but it only got even more suspicious."Mr. Ross had a visit in Sir Montero's office before he left the building, Mrs. Montero," he re
MICHAEL"What's the catch, Elena?" I squinted my eyes at her. "First, you tried to hurt my wife. Second, you supported your father's insanity, and now you're telling me that you wanted to help me?"I sat on the visitor's chair in front of Elena, who had just been released from the hospital after she hurt herself.Her face showed that she was going through a lot. Her eyes conveyed thousands of truths, the feelings she had failed to express. I suddenly wondered if the Elena I had first met was really her."It wasn't my choice," she uttered, her voice quivering as she spoke. Her eyes darted around as she fumbled with her fingers resting on the cold table."What do you mean?"Studying her now, it's easy to see that her mentality isn't stable yet. But she had a lot to reveal, and I was all ears.Jack had mentioned to me that she kept mumbling about my family's safety, that her father would do anything to threat us again.I had reached out to the authorities for help, and as expected, Detec
NATASHA"Boxes of pizza and barbecues, a party tonight. And for what? Damage control?"Baby, I got you something," Michael uttered from behind me while I folded the clothes I took from the laundry. "I heard that pregnant women crave foods that they don't eat much, so... pickles?"How dare this guy?I want to know what he's into that makes him so gutsy like this. Does this friend of his a woman? What did they do? Why did he have to lie to me?He wants to keep something from me? Fine, he could, but he should never expect me to tolerate it because what I'm about to do to him is the silent treatment. He has to stomach it until I miss him, which will happen once he explains everything to me.Do I have to say something? No, he has to figure it out himself."And uh-- our mom and dad are downstairs, and I believe your sister is on her way here. I had a call from Richie just a few minutes ago; he said they were stuck at a checkpoint just a mile away from here," he said, trying to catch my atte
MICHAEL Upon my arrival at the institution, the area was swarming with authorities. Ambulances, police vehicles, and firetrucks were parked at the entrance. On the third floor, three glass windows had been shattered. From where I stood, I could see investigators examining the scene. "This is messed up," Aaron remarked from behind me. I didn't know that this will really happen. Elena was being true, and that only means, my family isn't safe. I have to call more security for them. "Aaron, go back to the house, make sure that they're safe. And call in more security," I instructed, handing him the key as he swiftly drove off. I attempted to slip through the crowd of onlookers and media clamoring for information. The buzz was deafening. A uniformed individual spoke through a megaphone, instructing people to move back as barriers were set up. "Mr. Montero!" A reporter approached me, and I was immediately surrounded by people with flashing cameras and microphones pointed in
NATASHALaura's laughter from behind me is making me feel more agitated. The more my family ignores what's going on, the more burdened I feel.What if something happens to Michael? I could never accept that, not now that I'm carrying his child and we're getting married.My finger fumbled with the engagement ring he gave me, sitting right on top of the wedding ring that made us official even without standing in front of the altar."Loosen up, Nat, he's going to be fine," Richie's soothing voice woke me up from spacing out. I lifted my head just to see him swaying Nathaniel, who's currently dozing off in his arms.Taking a deep breath, I nodded and showed a hint of my smile. "I know," I simply uttered, but still, I entertained the uneasiness I feel in my heart."You know Michael is a very reckless and stubborn man, but I know he will move mountains just to get all of this through."That was Michael, persistent and never knowing how to give up. I envy him for being strong, for being able
MICHAEL"He asked to go there. Alone," I informed Detective Han while trying to keep myself composed.They got my family, they got Aaron. How am I supposed to think straight?My wife is strong, I know that. But I don't trust those motherfuckers that they won't hurt my wife. They already broke in, killed the guards, and had my family's hands bound."Did they ask for anything in return? Money? Anything?" Detective Han asked, to which I shook my head negatively."He just said that he wanted me to go there. Alone," I replied, tapping the heel of my shoe on the ground. My hands are fumbling through my keys; I can't wait any longer. "He told me to surrender myself."My wife needs me.Whatever it costs to set her free, even if it's me, I'd do it."We will construct a concrete plan, just stay put," Detective Han offered me the same chair he had been giving me for twenty minutes now."We're wasting time," I grumbled, feeling how my sweat rolls down my skin on a chilly night. "I have to go ther