My heart clenched painfully and my conscience screamed at me as he begun making his way to my room, I know Micheal and I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t help but feel guilty, but feel bad for having let that happen in the first place. Did I regret it though? No, I didn’t, and I could never regret it.“Put me down”. I said quietly. My voice was thick with so much emotion that even I knew I sounded pained.“I just want to help you to your room; I’ll let you be afterwards”. He said to me. “I promise”.I blinked and a lone stream of tears went sliding down her cheek, she sniffled quietly and her heart pounded heavily with every step he took, she let her eyelids droop as the dizziness struck her, it felt as though the world was revolving around her at the moment. “Put me down”. She said again. She had spoken too late because he had somehow gotten to her room already, and so he lay her down on the bed gently. I pried my eyes open as I felt his warm breaths fan my face, I foun

In his dark and luxurious office, Calan sat going through some reports when his phone vibrated subtly, his gaze flickered to the device to find Micheal's name displayed on the screen. He could guess why Micheal was calling and so he didn't pick the call, he didn't want to talk about it. The ringing nearly came to an end when the door opened and Micheal barged in with Rita, his secretary following closely while telling him that he wanted no guests at the moment. Of course, he ignored hee and walked right up to Calan's desk. "Sir wait, please....". Rita pleaded. She could lose her job for this and she was more worried about that than the fact that the boss didn't want guests at the moment. Micheal spun around to face her, and the sharp look in his eyes had her breath hitching at once. She stood there staring at him being unable to utter a single word. "That's alright. Rita, you may leave". Calan spoke at once. She nodded quickly before turning around and hurrying out. And once th

It was late when Micheal got home, it had become a habit for him to return so late since his feelings for Alexa became so very complicated, it had become so hard to face April, too hard even, and so, he had decided to simply not face her unless he really had to. True that he usually returned from the office late, but not late enough to keep him from returning home before she turned in from the night. As the president of the Greyman’s College it was safe to say that he had a lot to do, but he exaggerated it every now and then just so he didn’t have to come home and deal with April. He made his way to the stairs and his regal footsteps against the marble staircase was the only sounds that disturbed the silence that had settled over the house. He rubbed his temple wearily as walked, it had been a long day and all he wanted at the moment was to take a shower and go straight to bed. It wasn’t just that though, the fact that he had ignored Alexa’s calls had been bothering him all day,

"Breathe April, breathe". He had said to her during the course of the night. But how was she to breathe at that moment? How was it to breathe when there was so much pain? She wanted to scream but failed yo find her voice, and all she could do was shut her eyes tightly as hér fingers clutched the silken sheets tightly. She felt him plant tender kisses on her head and one of his hand was secured around her midriff to keep her from moving too much. "It's alright". He said to her soothingly. His voice had never sounded deeper and more alluring, and she tried her best to focus on it and not the pain. "It..hurts so much". She said. Her voice was merely a whisper but he heard and he planted another lingering kiss on her head to soothe her. "It'll pass soon". He assured her. "You're doing so well, so very well". His words encouraged her and she was more determined to get over the pain. "Breathe". And she forced herself to breathe, a she dragged in a shuddering breath before letting

Breakfast time had long passed by but we remained in the dining room, the dishes had been cleared and all that was left on the table were a small platter of fruits and a tray containing a jug of water and two cups. We hadn't exactly been talking, we had simply sat there quietly, and the silence surprisingly wasn't awkward, far from that, it was almost as though sitting there with him was what I had needed all this time. He hadn't been convinced that he wouldn't go to the office until he set aside his jacket, and tie, he remained with only his trousers and his spotless white shirt and it was only then i believed him. "I'd like to show you something, but i need you to promise me that you won't cry". He said to me all of a sudden. My gaze flickered to his at once and i was suddenly curious. "What is it?". I asked him. He shook his head. "Do i have your word, Alexa?". He asked me. And i forced myself to nod. Saying nothing more, he reached for his phone which was on the table, an