MICHIGAN I was happy that he told me to spend the weekend with him. This is the time for me to utilize the opportunity and get him to myself. For two hours I was in my room and he didn't come to check up on me. I had to leave my room, walk towards his room and knock on the door. He asked me to come inside. I know he was thinking it was his maid but was surprised that I was the one. "Michigan, do you need anything?" I closed the door behind me, "Not at all but I was just bored." "Okay, come and stay with me. I was actually trying to tidy up some things." I nodded my head and went to stand behind him and watched what he was doing. I bent over, making my breast to rest on his head while I spread my hands beside the armchair. He thought it was my jaw on his head so he was calm. I was showing him some mistakes he made while typing. He felt relaxed as I was helping him with the corrections. Everything I did to Armando didn't work. All my body language didn't move him. He was not sh

ARMANDOThere is something about Michigan and I don't expect to go that far with her. I feel so dirty like a big cheat. Oh gosh! I hit my left palms on my forehead. I can't tell how I felt. I know that she was thinking that since I visited her, something must surely happen but I know how hard I struggled to overcome that temptation. It was too tempting but I am happy that I was able to pull through. I turned my neck and she stood and watched me. I exhaled, placed my hand on the key and brought the car to life. That night, she sent a series of messages to me to show how bad and heart broken she felt. I understand her pain but I can't just go back to continue. I arranged my traveling box, even though I wasn't going to spend much. I haven't heard from Sandra and I feel bad for not calling to check up on her. All my attention has been on Michigan. I have never thought of having an affair with a divorced woman again, let alone Michigan. I was truly carried away. I never knew that she

SANDRA"You mean to tell me that you did all that for him?" "Yes, any problem with that?" "No, but I am surprised. I never showed him to you, so how come you recognized him?" "Hmm, I won't tell you." I was still speechless by the hospitality shown to Armando. That night, I had to look for something that I will put on and go to work the next day just to look presentable when he visits. How am I sure he will come? I know that surely, he will visit me in the clinic. He hasn't taken me out but I don't mind. He chose to keep everything on a very low level. I don't even know why I am already falling in love with him. My mother just helped me to bring his mind closer to me because I don't think I can stand it when I don't have him to myself. This is the kind of man I admire so much. No wonder my past relationships didn't work. I remember when I was crushing on a particular colleague of mine in the medical school. We loved ourselves but nobody knows who will go first. I expected hi

SANDRA "So you mean to tell me that Chris is the son of a president?" "Exactly." "Hmm, this is strange. Hardly will you see the son of a president that is very calm and accommodating." I reasoned a lot of things in my head. I had to prepare food and take it to the clinic. When I arrived, his sister was with him. He was already awake. I gave the sister the packaged food. "Oh! So good of you. Thank you so much." Chris smiled and stretched out his hand for a handshake. I went closer to him and held his hand. The sister watched us as we communicated with each other with our eyes. She was just smiling. "I think my brother likes you," was the statement that came out of her mouth. I was shocked. This was the same sister that doesn't want girls around him. Now she she's even in support of me.I think it was because of the way I helped him. "I love her. She just proved that she can stay with me no matter what." I smiled. I was happy that he was able to talk very well. I was very scar

MICHIGANI looked at Armando with pain in my eyes. My heart felt like it was demarcated apart from each other. So he used me as a toy and now he wants to tell me that I mean nothing to him. I feel so disappointed and shattered. "Armando, I feel terrible. So you have been slashing me all these while and yet you love another woman?" "I didn't force that, remember?" "Even after all the promises you made to me in bed." "Hmm," Armando chuckles, "Look, you should know by now that a man who has sugar in his mouth can be carried away by the sweetness." Really? What exactly am I doing here? I feel so horrible. Maybe I shouldn't have come here or rather created a scene. I adjusted my handbag on my shoulder and walked out on him. He tried to get hold of me but I shrugged my wrist off his grip. He held my dress, drawing me back and closer to him. I stared at him, he tried bringing his lips closer to mine and I gave him a sharp slap. "What do you take me for? The one you can just have fu