Catherine's POV: He made love to me. Several times than one and after each round, he wrapped me in his arms lovingly. I fell asleep again and when I woke up, he was still holding onto me and sleeping peacefully. A smile creeped into my lips and I remained still, not wanting to wake him up as I needed to enjoy this moment properly. After about five minutes, I decided it was time to return to my room. Because we had sex did not mean that we shared rooms now. Besides, we were divorced and he was entitled to his privacy. Slowly, I slipped out of his arms but it was too late because he pulled me back, pressing his head into my neck. "Where are you going?" He asked in a groggy voice, breathing heavily in the process. "Uhm, back to bed?" "And isn't this bed?" He whispered, his fingers tracing lines down my bare body. His touch was electric and with every moment, it set me on fire. "Uhm, my room. That's what I mean. I am going back to my room." "So you
Catherine's POV: The door to his study clicked shut and I walked in, stopping when I got to his desk. "Is there something wrong?" "Does it look like there is?" He asked, looking up at me. His expression conveyed slight anger and I could tell that he was mad at me. "Uhm, yes. It does look like there is. You're frowning at me. You only ever do that when you're mad at me." "I have one question for you and I need you to answer with all honesty." My heart picked up. No, I wasn't afraid of anything. I was just worried and nervous about his reaction once again. If this had to do with John then I wasn't sure there was anything I could do to make him believe that all I had told him from the onset was the truth. "Why does she keep talking about John like he had something with you." “John was a better part of her life. She was born and I came back to his home from the hospital. He took her like his own child. It was the same for Jason. He treated them like their
Alpha Michael's POV: Catherine's words rang in my ears for the whole of today. She was indeed right. There was a lot of work I had to do in regards to making things go back to normal. And that had to be me starting with getting the divorce papers. So as soon as she left, I gave Shaft a call, asking him about the development concerning the lady that was being followed and my employees. "I have a list of their names and I will be sending them to you in less than thirty minutes. I just have to make compilations." “Be quick about it. Time is not on my side." Thirty minutes later, I got a text message. Tapping it open, I saw that it was a text from Shaft. It was a document containing a long list of their names and as I went through the names and the posts they occupied, I began to remember their faces. One after the other. I placed a call to Trenton, asking to appear at the Palace at once and he did, taking a seat before me as we went through the names. "
Michael's POV: The first person to come in was a woman and she had a smile on her face. If it was to make me go easy on her, then it wasn't going to work. I flipped a page of my journal containing questions over before placing my elbow on the table and staring at her with the hardest look I had on. "Your name is Jadon Sharper?" I asked and she nodded. "When did you get this job?" "In the first week of November last year." "So that's three months ago?" She nodded. "Yes, sir. Three months ago." "Did you come with a copy of your résumé? I asked that everyone come with it." She blinked and her eyes darted around for a few seconds. I could read the fear in her eyes and it was enough to tell me what I wanted to know. But I was going to wait for her to speak and if she chose not to, I was going to make her fucking break. "I wanted to but I realized that my email got deleted. In Fact, I lost a lot of my information during a fire at my house." I stared
Michael's POV: By the time we were done with the fifth person, I had already gotten my answer. Someone had paid them to work here. Hell, someone had planned all of this and it was one person. I had no idea who but I was out to find that person. "What's your name?" I asked the tenth man to come into the room. I was starting to get tired but I knew I had to finish this up today. "Hendrick Adamson." "You know what I want to ask you, right? I don't think there's any need for me to start the introductions. Who the fuck asked you to work here?" He shook his head. "I... I applied to work here on my own. No one asked me to work here for you." "And how the fuck am I supposed to believe that?!" I snapped, banging my hand on the desk. "How the fuck am I supposed to?!" He blinked. "Sir, I know this might sound like I am lying but I have worked here for over a month and I am here on my internship. I am a student of UCLA." "There's no need to waste time here," I s
Alpha Michael's POV: By the time we were done with the interview, it was already midnight. Thankfully, about forty percent of them had said the truth either by being threatened or me merely making them know the real truth. Peter had mostly lied to all of them about being a huge part of the company so I understood why most of them worked here in the first place. As for the first woman and the rest who had chosen to lie no matter what, I had them taken to one of my warehouses at a hidden location and thrown in there mostly for their safety. But I was going to make them suffer for lying. "What's our next move?" Trenton asked as we watched a few of my men close the warehouse doors. "From the look of things, Peter is the one masterminding this. He literally lured and threatened them to do this." "I honestly don't know, Trenton. But I know that I will have him killed as soon as I set my eyes on him." I was infuriated. I'd been nursing my anger the whole time and try
Alpha Michael's POV: In a space of three minutes, I forgot about my problems and listened to Catherine as she talked in an excited tone. "So this morning, I was really bored and the kids were too busy to even pay me heed. One of the maids took them on a tour around the Palace to spend most of their day painting and messing things up. You'll see it when you get to the studio room." I leaned my elbow against the counter, nodding as her eyes lit up with excitement. "So I decided that going out wasn't going to be a bad idea and I remember having a little money. About five hundred dollars or so. Mind you, I wouldn't have spent it if I wasn't here. Things are easier when it's all provided. So I got dressed, borrowed one of your cars," "I don't mind if you do," I replied. Smile in my voice. She raised her brows in disbelief and I shrugged. "I honestly don't mind if you use my car. You can use it whenever you want and I wouldn't complain." Smiling, she nodded. "Thank
Catherine's POV: "It's just a slight fever. Hormonal imbalance too," The doctor said as he snapped his briefcase shut. "I think she needs more supplements and enough rest." Michael, who sat on the bed beside me, brushed my hair back and nodded. "That will be taken care of." The doctor turns to look at me. "I also think it's time for you to consider your diet, sleeping patterns and activities that might bring you stress. Taking care of children can be more than stressful, you know?" I nodded with a laugh. "Yes. You're right. They can be overbearing at times. But I love taking care of them. It makes us bond more." "Well, it can be made easier for you, don't you think?" Michael said as he turned to look at me. "One of the maids will be assigned to the kids so she takes care of them. I know they do but they should have one who is always around them. And no, that doesn't mean you don't get to be around them. I just don't want you falling sick." "That's totally fine.