The car drove slowly into a big mansion, two times bigger than the one they lived in. Lauren resisted the urge to gasp. She adjusted the dress she wore over and over again.Malcolm sighed exasperatedly, “Stop that already. You’ll do just fine.”She nodded, hoping he was right. The car came to a halt and the two doors opened and the couple stepped out. Lauren put on her best smile and decorum. She walked in with Malcolm, their arms linked together. If Malcolm hadn’t informed her before time, she would have gasped at the sight of the neatly kept Victorian-style sitting room.A smartly dressed man walked up to them, bowing smoothly, “Welcome, Young Master, Miss.”Lauren saw Malcolm frown at the young man’s address and quickly squeezed his palm gently to avoid him lashing out at the young man.  “She is your Young Mistress.” He spoke calmly, “Next time, I might not be too lenient.”

Dinner had more people than Lauren had expected. There were two aunties from Malcolm’s grandfather's side and one from his grandmother’s side. Three more females aside Claire and Miranda, an uncle and a dead handsome guy that kept looking at her in shock the minute he entered the room.  “That is Christian Mavericks. He’s the son to Grandpa’s immediate younger brother.” Elena introduced. “Christian, this is Michelle Byrne. Malcolm’s… wife.”Lauren noted the reluctance in her voice as she said the word wife. She said a ‘hi’ but the guy barely replied. He just had a shocked expression on his face that made Lauren wonder if he had seen her somewhere. Dinner went on quietly and Lauren was grateful. She could read tons of questions on the faces of the people who were seated but thankfully, Malcolm’s menacing look shut them up. His grandpa finished eating and excused himself with his grandmot

Lauren opened her eyes and unconsciously reached for the other side of the bed. On finding it empty, she frowned and her drowsy self was wide awake. Had he gone to meet Christian? Maybe the two of them were discussing her right now. The thought of that made her jump out of the bed only to see him relaxing on a seat a few inches away, sipping from a glass of dark red liquid.  “Looking for someone?” He teased.Her cheeks turned pink, “I…I thought you left.”He smirked, “Why? Are you scared of being alone?”Lauren threw him a glare. Will this guy die if he stops being shameless? She looked for a way to change the topic and just then, she noticed he was already dressed up.  “You are dressed so early. Are you going somewhere?”He got up, dropping the champagne flute in his hand on the bedside table, “Go get ready, we are leaving.” Not giving her a chance to question hi

Michelle sat at the dining, looking at the big clock on the wall as she sipped from the glass of wine in her palm. It was three hours to midnight but Christian was yet to be back. He hadn’t talked to her after the mini argument they had when he returned. He was barely home. Christian never kept late nights without her. Just then, the door opened and a cold-looking Christian walked into the house, walking past her like she was never there.  “Really, babe?” She scoffed, “Are we really going to continue like this?”He paused, spared her a glance, and continued his journey upstairs.  “I was here all through your trip. I don’t know how else I can prove that to you. I even have pictures to prove that.” She said frantically.He turned to look at her, “You are older than this game of yours, Michelle. Try something else.”  “You are supposed to trust me! The fact that you saw

  “I could help you if you want.”Malcolm didn’t reply but she took his silence for a yes. Slowly, she itched closer and placed her palms on his shoulders. She had never massaged a guy’s arms before and now, she was as nervous as ever. Taking a deep breath, she began to knead his shoulders carefully, applying pressure a few times and observing his expression too. From the way he closed his eyes and relaxed against the chair, she knew she was getting it all right and somehow, it made her heart swell but just then, Malcolm tore away from her touch leaving her speechless. What did she do wrong? At first, Malcolm was tempted to refuse her request of massaging him but when he couldn’t make up his mind for long, he felt her palm touch his shoulders and by God, it had taken him a lot of energy not to suck in a deep breath and show her what her touch did to him. He wasn’t going to turn gullible because of a woman. He was s