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Until I met her. Now all that matters is keeping her safe. No matter that it means I am going to do something that’s going to make her hate me. It’s better that way though. It’ll make it easier for her to walk away from me.
"Michael?" Seb’s voice cuts through the thoughts in my head. I turn to him and Seb takes in my features. "You okay?"
I jerk my chin, "Have we had any other information from any of our sources?"
Seb scowls, "Nothing, Michael. It’s like whoever did it has buried himself in a hole and pulled the hole in after him."
Fuck, every day that goes by without us tracking down those responsible, the more the danger grows. And if it’s our father who was behind it… It means she isn’t safe, even in my home. It means he might still go after her, and if anything were to happen to her… This time… I would not be able to get over it. There is only one way out. To expedite my plan.
9
Karma
The sound of footsteps reaches me and I glance up from the outfit I’ve been working on.
After breakfast, I had taken a nap, then woken up refreshed. I had met Theresa, Xander’s friend, and it had been clear that she had been in love with him. He’d never mentioned anything to her, and she hadn’t exactly confessed her feelings to him either. She had broken down during the course of the meeting and had been so regretful about the fact that she’d never gotten to tell him how she felt.
It certainly put things in perspective. It was a poignant reminder that you have only one life and you’d better go after what you want in the time you have... Like him.
I had been emotionally drained after the meeting and had ended up eating lunch and taking another nap, from which I had woken up disoriented a few hours ago. I’d grabbed some tea, then decided to start working on this outfit—the idea had been bubbling in my mind since I had woken this morning.
It’s a good thing I slept a lot today, because I feel stronger and more alert. I am determined to stay awake until Michael gets home, and God knows, I’ll need all of my faculties for what I have in mind. I mean, I am going to confront him again. No way, am I giving up and allowing him to send me away. He needs to understand that it really is safest for me with him and there is no way I am leaving him… Not now, when he needs me most. So, I’ve been focused on my creation while keeping my ears peeled for him. Until, I hear the sound of footsteps in the corridor.
I rise to my feet, and walking over to the door, I peer outside into the corridor. Another sound reaches me from the direction of Michael’s room. I step out into the corridor, reach his door, and push it. It swings open to reveal Michael sprawled out at the foot of his bed. His tie is off, his shirt sleeves rolled up. His legs, still clad in his pants, are spread out…and between them is a woman.
She’s kneeling, her back to me, her hair flowing around her shoulders as she leans forward. Her shoulders move and her head bobs… What the hell? I glance up to find Michael staring at me. His features are unperturbed, almost as if he expected me to walk in on him.
Hell, he expected me to walk in on him, all right. It’s why he brought her here. My heart begins to thud and my pulse rate ratchets up. I take a step forward and my knees seem to buckle. I grab the door frame and steady myself. Watch as he buries his fingers in her hair and begins to move her head forward and back, and forward. She moans and the sound snaps me out of the weird haze I’d fallen into.
"What are you doing, Michael?" I snarl. "How dare you…you…?"
"Shove my cock down another woman’s throat?" He smirks, and his blue eyes seem to gleam with suppressed mirth.
"What the fuck, Mika?" I take another step forward and he chuckles.
"Do you want to join us, wife? I wouldn’t say no to a threesome."
I pause, "Why the hell are you trying to put distance between us Michael? After everything we’ve been through, I thought you’d realize that my place is with you."
"Your place is…" he glances down at the woman between his legs, "where I tell you to be."
"Fuck this," I growl. "This is not you, Michael. You are not the macho, overbearing, chauvinistic man you try to portray yourself as."
"No?" He tilts his head, "Pray, enlighten me then about my qualities."
"You care about people, your family, your brothers. Hell, you even care about your lousy father."
He stiffens.
"You care about me, Michael. You love me."
"So?" He raises a shoulder. The woman begins to lean back and his muscles bunch as he grips her hair tighter. He pushes his hips forward and my stomach knots. A cold sensation pools in my chest.
"Stop it," I say in a low voice. "Stop it, right now."
"You don’t give me orders, Beauty."
"Don’t call me that."
