CHAPTER 3 BEFORE HER ARRIVAL

Michael’s POV

“Micheal, I am back!” I heard a weak voice from the phone as I answered the call upon the sudden buzzing of my phone. I flinched immediately. I didn't even recognize who the person was. I remained silent for a few seconds before I could utter any word.

“Please…..who am…I talking with?” I nervously stammered, asked the person. Uncertainty seeping into every syllable.

I heard a feminine voice, tinged with emotions of being tortured. “It's me, Evie. I am back!” She declared, her voice steady. “You need to thank God for me that I escaped the kidnapping. Besides, I am sorry for leaving you alone in the first place. I wholeheartedly regret it.”

I leaned backwards to rest my back on the chair, resting my hand on my desk beside the computer in my office. I was stunned that I could come across Evie who suddenly disappeared one fateful day.

I smirked scornfully, parted my lips as I held tight my phone to my ear. “Evie, so you can come to me and apologize. So evil of you.” I finally rebuked her.

I don't understand how these people will just run away and come back with a fake cry. My heart became cold and anger bubbled up inside me.

“Evie,” I screamed at her, voice laced with disdain. “You're very evil and a traitor. There is nothing between us again, you bloody liar.”

“Please, Micheal,” She begged me. I could hear her voice shaking with sorrow, but I wasn't pleased with it. I can't be bribed with a fake remorse. “I really love you very much but I think you're not a better man until I encounter a worse one. I'm sorry. I have learnt my lesson”

I stood up from my chair, took a few steps away, toward the window and cast my gaze to the city's busy landscape.

“How can I accept a cheating woman back to me, to be my wife?” I asked her, though not expecting an answer. I paused for her to grasp my message and continue, “You've shown your true behavior. Accepting you back is a red flag because I am sure you'll still leave after you find a better man than me.” I said, shaking my head to emphasize my rejection.

“I will not leave.” She answered firmly, voice sounded sharp. “I have changed, Micheal. I have learnt my lessons. I have gone through a lot. I love you.”

Her words etched a dimension of truth in my heart. Right from her tone, voice and her emotions, it is very obvious that she had clearly gone through some difficult times especially from unfaithful men.

A sudden wave of affection surged through me. My love for her when we just started dating came back. I started to pity her. I used to remember when I used to caress her hair, wrap her in my arms as we sang love songs.

The past memories of us having lunch in an expensive restaurant, exchanging playful jokes, and nice ideas to each other. The image of her smile came to my memories, then a smile curved my lips into a round hole.

I finally broke the silence that went between us. “When are you coming home?” I asked, my voice softer than never before.

“Very soon, sweetheart.” She quickly replied. There is a wave of joy in the voice, clearly loud enough. “Micheal, l love you. I am sorry, I had messed up before.” She eventually started to cry, though it is that of joy.

“I love you.” I replied confidentially. I heard her moaning out an exciting cry. I smiled slightly to convey my joy regarding the recent bonding.

“Awnnn!” She moaned for a short time, her voice sounded like the growling of an animal. “Thank you, darling. I…..missed you so much and I can't wait to see you. I'm coming this weekend.”

I chuckled slightly, “Alright, I'm eager to see your beautiful face, babe.” A wave of joy bloomed on my face as I slowly lowered the phone from my ear after she ended the call. A woman whom I love most has truly arrived.

I walked back to my desk and lazily sank into my chair. I leaned forward, resting my hand on the desk. I puzzled briefly on what this truly will affect–my mind went to Anne who we had been married to for three years. Then my phone buzzed. picked the phone, intently looking at the caller as her name–Anne popped up on the screen.

I looked in awe. I want to answer the call but another thought nudges me to reject it. I stared at it for a few seconds as it was ringing. My mind has shifted from her to Evie. I dropped the phone to my desk, shifting my eyes to my computer. Then, the ringing started again, this time, I frowned, and rejected it immediately. I am gradually losing my affection for her while Evie's love is stirring gradually.

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We entered the bedroom, and I locked the door—I didn’t want Anne disturbing us. I carried her luggage inside and dropped it in the corner near the bed.

Evie slid one hand around my waist, the other tracing slowly across my chest.

“I love you, darling,” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet—like a Sunday hymn.

She stared at my lips and she wrapped her hand around my neck. I initiated the kiss before she could even ask for it. I savoured the sweetness of her mouth and she growled, making a heat course inside my trouser.

The kiss lingered for minutes before we finally pulled apart, breathless. My body trembled, heat surging through me, and from the look on her face, she felt it too.

She crashed her lips into mine again as her hands roamed through my body. I moved away from her body, pulling off my shirt and revealing the built abs. She began to allow her hands roamed freely around them, appreciating how mightily it had been made.

She stopped abruptly, allowing her hand to go to her dress, unzipping the fabrics and allowing it to fall to the ground.

My eyes flicked to her chest, and a rush of heat shot through me. I couldn’t look away.

Then, as if reading my thoughts, she took my hand and guided it slowly to her breasts.

The moment my fingers touched her, a wave of thrill surged through me—my cheeks flushed with the intoxicating delight of a forbidden dream coming true.

I sucked the nipples, a moan forced out of her parted lips before I pushed her on the cozy bed. She spread her leg and my eyes widened at her pussy, staring at how hungry I am to take in at that moment.

“Baby” I screamed, lowering my head to her thighs. “You're wet already.” I added as I began to kiss her pussy before allowing my tongue to roam freely around it. Her moaning increased as I dive deeper, allowing a sudden rush of pleasure from my body. I stood up to my feet and unhooked my belt.

I moved out my cock, she smiled with delight, her mouth wide open at the big size, stretching her hand to touch and play with it. I allowed her. She glanced at my face as she stroked it, making me groan.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the pleasure the stroking is giving me, what began as a slow motion grew faster as I noticed she took it to her mouth. The rush of pleasure was dizzying. My fingers tangled in her hair, gripping tighter with every wave of desire that hit me.

She released my cock as she laid on the bed, spreading her leg apart, allowing me to gain access to her pussy. I entered and started pounding her faster and later violently. The feeling was interesting and I realised how much I cherish it.

In the midst of it all, a sudden creak of the door snapped me back to reality.

My head whipped toward the sound. The door inched open slowly—too slowly—until a hand appeared, clutching the frame.

My breath caught as the intruder’s head peeked in.