Michelle's POV The Master of Ceremony yelled, “Let the party begin!” I stared at a star-strucked Christopher.I said to myself, however loud enough for him to hear, “I told my help she was doing too much but she wouldn't listen to my objections.”He blinked twice and pulled me closer by my waist, “I have to meet your help, Michelle. She needs a salary to keep making you look drop dead gorgeous.”I chuckled, “Don't flatter me, Christopher. You haven't met my sister.”“I don't need to,” he held my gaze, his eyes filled with intentionality it scared me for a moment, “Your beauty is enough to blind my eyes from someone else's.”I smiled.He groaned and kissed my cheek.“Let me introduce you to a few friends and my father.” He placed his hand on my lower back that was left bare by Justicia’s choice of gown.I flinched a bit and gave Chris an awkward smile to hide my embarrassment. He introduced me to high profiles who shook my hand and stared at me with visible lust in their eyes.Chris’
Michelle's POV I smiled, took one last look in the mirror, tapped Justicia lightly on the arm and stepped out to meet Chris.Perhaps Justicia is right, however, I cannot continue to think with my heart. Moreover, I don't want love anymore, it is too much pain and sacrifice.I and Chris will make a simple couple. A marriage built on business cannot be all that bad. Perhaps for a change, I can shift away from love. As I climbed down the stairs, Chris was on his feet the moment he saw me. He did not hide his admiration and I smiled back.He took my hand when I met him and kissed my knuckles.“You look gorgeous.”“Thank you, Chris.” I replied and withdrew my hand, feeling slightly nervous but I reminded myself that there's no room for love.“I must apologize for yesterday,” I said, “Myron was rude and I made sure I put it across to him never to interrupt my dealings again.”He smiled, “I don't hold it against you, Mich. I wouldn't be here if I did. I am glad you didn't let him fill your
Annabel's POV “You didn't think I'd miss their happy day, did you?” I laughed, my heart felt free with Scott, “Well, if you were absent I'd have thought you chose to stay with Michelle to comfort her.”We began to walk into the hall as he spoke, “She does not need comfort, Annabel.”“After signing divorce papers from the man she nearly killed me for, I dare say she would.” I returned.We chose an area clear enough to see the kids’ performance and took our seats.“You're wrong,” he told me, “Michelle was vicious many years ago. She loved me to a fault but she's past that now. We all are. You forgave her and accepted her as your sister before the accident.”I frowned. “There you go, supporting her.” I sighed, “How could you forgive so quickly after she tried to harm our child?”“We need to move on, Annabel. It is in the past and we cannot hold it against her because we're not perfect. We've done things we regret.” He replied and looked away.After a short while he said, “If I were in
Annabel's POVIt was getting late, not to mention the fact that it was snowing heavily outside. The wind howled furiously and even the fireside did little to keep me warm.I looked through the verandah many times but there was no sign of Myron. Earlier, we were supposed to pick the kids from school but he said he had urgent work and vanished suddenly.It's been five hours yet he was not back. A part of me could not help but wonder if he is with Michelle. After all, the news of her divorce from Scott was published this morning and it took Myron by utter surprise, he failed to hide it.What was most surprising was the fact that I felt nothing thinking that my husband could be with Michelle at the moment. I did not feel betrayed, nor do I feel bad.A few minutes later, the automatic door screeched slowly and Myron stepped in, lightly covered in snow. He had a solemn expression around him.If I had not gotten on my feet, he would not have noticed me.“Mich-” he paused. “Annabel, it's you
Michelle's POV He placed me gently into the car, got into it and slammed his lips against mine. His hands found my thighs, sneaking under my dress.I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to push him away, to tell him to just accept me and stop playing games with me but more than that, I feared I'd push him away. I feared that I wouldn't find any man who would handle me so carefully and gently yet unable to get enough of me, like him.I dug my nails into his full hair and deepened the kiss. He groaned into my lips, his skin providing warmth as opposed to the raging snow outside.He detached from the kiss, leaving me breathless. I could not keep my hands to myself. I did not want to wait another second to have him inside of me, filling every part of my soul.He began to undress me slowly, while I bit my lower lip impatiently.He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, “You're so stubborn, Mich. I told you to stop doing that.”He dove towards my chest, his lips finding my nipples that were alr
Michelle's POV “I don't ever want to see you near her again.” Myron said with no disguised anger. I held his arm softly and whispered, “What do you think you're doing? How could you-” He turned to me sharply, “Go and wait for me in the car. You have no idea the kind of man he is.” But I refused to leave. The atmosphere was already tense, leaving will cause the men to jump on each other and I could not afford that. Chris chuckled, “Who the fuck is he, Mich? Is he your husband?” “He-” “The next time I see you with her, you'll be forced to know who I am and trust me, it is usually not a good thing.” Chris stepped forward, “Cut the act, man. You don't intimidate me. Perhaps, you don't know who you're messing with. How dare you dictate who I should and should not be with.” Myron did not say another word. Instead, he moved to grab Chris’ neck. I came between them immediately, causing Myron to step back. “Please, people are watching. I don't want to be in the headlines as the cause