Grooming Our Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The sound of ticking coming from my watch, the tapping of my heel on the carpeted floor, and the grumbling sound that doesn't come from a monster's throat or thunders in the sky, but from my stomach.I watched how my soon-to-be husband, Michael Montero, reviewed my papers as if I'm applying for a job with him. When in fact, I'm not, and he asked to see me personally."I don't see any reason why you had to go through my background like I did a crime," I broke the silence, which had me convinced that I'd gone deaf.Throwing his naturally sharp eyes on me, he closed the folder containing everything about me and sighed. He placed it back inside his bag as the waiter arrived, wishing "bon appétit" as he left.Michael played with his long hands with his utensils, aligning them neatly according to the way he wanted them to look. He sat there like he's some kind of the most respected person in the world. Well, yes, he is one of the most respected persons on this globe. Imagine being one of the

"Let me see it, let me see it!" Mom snatched my hand and eyed the diamond ring on my finger as she muffled her screams. "This diamond is worth millions of dollars!"She began poking Dad's shoulder harshly."Pierce, take a look."Dad stared at it, obviously impressed, but he kept his mouth shut unlike Mom, who has a mouth like 7/11, open twenty-four hours."My friends will certainly get jealous of me, my daughter will be marrying a billionaire," she muttered and pulled her phone out from her purse and began taking pictures of my hand."Olga, I think you should do that when no one's around." Something I could agree with my father.Mom didn't listen, as expected.She captured my hand from every angle."Stop moving your hand!" She chided me.I tried searching for Dad's eyes and ask for help, but he just shrugged his shoulders and sipped his bourbon. Nice. Very nice.My pores are getting stressed, I need to moisturize my skin, to exfoliate, and take a beauty rest. I have to take care of mys

How long has it been? An hour? An eternity?"We've been walking forever!" I whined.I was dragging myself to walk while Michael acted like he was strolling in a park with his hands in his pockets."My throat is a desert, there's a storm in my stomach, and my feet are on fire!" I wailed like a distressed victim of a shipwreck. "Do you even know that I'm wearing heels? Four-inch heels! And you made me walk for the whole night?""It's only been twenty steps since we left the car. Stop acting out," he chided me."But my feet are tired, Michael. Can you make me a bed out of these leaves and just drag me to wherever you want us to go? And I wouldn't care.""Too much effort," he muttered, but it didn't escape my ears.Grunting, I walked behind him like a zombie.I should've known he was trouble. I should've known that! But instead, I thought of him making out with me.I almost spit out my chuckle as I pictured myself being dragged by him into these woods and just kissing me under a tree.That

After taking a shower, I clad myself in a glass blue sundress Esme had given me. While I was brushing my hair, I heard a knock on the door and revealed that it was the trusted steward of the house.She held a comforting smile on her lips as she walked in with another bag in her hands. There's something about her that gives me the idea of completely giving her my trust, which I don't usually do. It's her motherly aura that makes me think of it."Miss Natasha, shoes," she laid them on the edge of the bed. "We will clean the guest room while you enjoy breakfast with the señorito.""Is he downstairs already?""About a moment ago, miss. I believe he's waiting for you," she informed me.Well, that was very sweet of him, waiting for his beautiful woman to join him for breakfast. Fine, I will consider forgiving him for pushing me on the floor."I apologize for what happened earlier, miss," she brought up. Her apologetic stance tells me the sincerity she has.Waving my hand in the air, I dismis

When I showed him ten pieces of clothes from the variety I'd chosen in the last hour, I noticed how Michael sighed deeply, rejoicing in his thoughts, saying, "Finally! She's done," with his thinned lips and annoyed eyes."Grumpy old man," I mumbled, and immediately earned a glare from him as we headed to the cashier. I showed him my sweetest smile and batted my eyes. "Am I too pretty?"Groaning, he turned his back on me and slid his card to the cashier, whose smile widened like a clown's."First time seeing you around here, sir. Tourist?" She entertained the most uninterested person in the world.Michael's eyes were fixed on somewhere else and he didn't dare reply to the woman. Serves her right.The audacity of most people, can't they know their place?I wanted to scoff hard, but I maintained my posture and my professionalism. I didn't want to come out like a witch beside a Greek god. I wanted to be majestic in a silent but noticeable way.Straightening my spine, I leaned closer to Mic