Chapter 4) Call me sweetly.

Adira's pov,

We arrived at my apartment. Me, Micheal, and my son, Vincent.

Micheal was the one carrying Vincent, and seeing such lovely scenes was enough to put a bright smile on my face.

We got out of the car, and I began to lead the way to my apartment floor.

And just like I had mentioned earlier, I had brought Micheal to my apartment and not to his house because there was a lot both of us needed to catch up with.

Before I knew it, we were standing there, in front of my apartment door.

And so, without hesitation, I opened the door. “Come on in, Micheal. You are welcome into my house”. I said to him and never really stopped smiling, because his presence felt like a dream to me.

A long dream which I didn't want to wake up from.

Not now.

Not yet.

“Tsk. You look so happy”. Michael said to me as he let himself into my apartment.

He continued to say to me, “If I had known that my presence was going to make you so excited, I would have worked harder and returned sooner”.

His words sounded like he was teasing me, but that was not the case at all, as I was able to notice the regret in his voice.

And also the deep longings it held.

My brows furrowed sadly. “You don't have to put it that way, Micheal. Cindaly City needed you. So you have done the right thing by taking your time to ensure that everything in the city is safe for everyone”. I said to him, but stopped to talk.

Only after I went to him and placed my palm on his cheeks, did I continue to say to him, “Please, you shouldn't blame yourself. The most important thing is that you are now here with me”.

“We are all together again”.

He smiled at me, with his eyes staring into mine after I finished saying that to him.

That was before his eyes shifted into staring at my lips.

As he gradually brought his face closer to mine, I knew what was coming but did not try to stop him, because I had longer for his touch. His lips eventually claimed mine, and I shut my eyes as it went deeper and almost left me breathless.

But upon recalling that Vincent was there in his arm, my eyes instantly opened up, and I found myself breaking from the kiss.

Micheal looked a bit confused by my sudden action, causing me to explain to him, saying, “Vincent. He is watching”.

My face turned red after I said that to him. Especially when Micheal shook his head at me, after taking a glance at Vincent’s face.

“Se- settle down. I mean, go and have your bath. I'm going to get you something to eat. And, your room is next to mine. The door with the flower design pattern”.

I finished talking to him and tried to get away. But before I could leave, he grabbed my hand and held me back.

I paused, unsure of what was happening, or what he was thinking in that unpredictable mind of his.

But seeing him not saying anything to me other than staring at me, made me ask him while I raised my brows at him, “Is there something wrong?”.

“Yes”. He replied to me immediately after, and that took me aback and rendered me speechless.

For a few seconds, I blinked multiple times in a row, before exclaiming, as I was heck surprised, “What?”.

Exactly. I was so surprised because it was not up to two seconds after I finished asking him that question, and he replied to me.

I blinked as I asked him, “You replied to me so fast. Can you tell me exactly what is wrong? I want to know”.

There was a moment of silence between both of us. Then, he brought his face closer to mine, rather than replying to my question.

I was taken by surprise once more and tried to retreat from him, to the point I almost fell to the ground after losing my balance.

But he caught me. His strong arm wrapped around my waist and held it tightly.

I looked at his arm and the thick veins he had.

His muscles were also visible, making me gulp down the invisible lump in my throat. ‘Just how powerful is he?’. I wondered with my heart pounding against my chest, like something which wanted to explode.

“Are you alright?”. He asked me, but I was stiff and kept on staring at him and did not say anything.

Though later on, I replied to him with a simple nod, as my words felt like they were stuck inside my throat.

He smirked, making me realize that he had other plans for me.

“Since you are alright, I should tell you what I find wrong with you”. He said, thus confusing me.

He had found something wrong with me?

Me?

And what could that possibly be?

I wanted to ask him about it, but gasped, after he pulled me to himself, with my body resting against his body.

I could even hear his heart beat, and the rhythm it had.

“You have been calling me by my name quite a lot, whereas I had been calling you otherwise. And, what's with the different rooms? Why can't I stay with you in your own room?”.

His words completely blew me off, as I had not expected him to say that to me.

But that wasn't all, as his next words left me trapped. “Can't you call me sweetly like I do with you?”.

Those words did it.

My neck got sweaty from the pressure. And my eyes… they never parted from him, as I thought of what to say to him.