MICHAELI enjoyed an exhilarating yet exasperating breakfast in bed. It was the most intense intimacy I had ever experienced, yet it was also somehow vexing.She was a virgin, or rather, she used to be.I took that. I fucking did.My gaze was locked on her bare back. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion. I had drained her strength.'Did she enjoy it?' I laughed at that thought. Of course she did, I made sure of it. I fucked her right.The evidence echoed off these walls and probably reached the ears of the neighbors.The bed bore the brunt of every thrust I gave her. The pillows had tumbled to the floor from the force I exerted on her, and the sheets were barely clinging to the bed after I had her the way she desired.She felt so good, so tight around me. So young, so untouched. So delicate that she bled.The duvet bore the mark of her innocence that I had taken, and a part of my heart swelled with a strange joy knowing that it was me who had been her first.She's mine now."Yeah, yo

MICHAELI've never been one to sleep with women more than once, let alone linger for pillow talk or cuddles. Yet here I am, comfortably lounging in her bed, twirling her golden locks around my fingers while she nestles into me.Her head rests on my chest, likely attuned to the rhythm of my heart, which had been racing just a few hours ago.Three days, I was gone.Three days of madness and turmoil, during which I was so out of sorts that I nearly unleashed my frustration on my father. Thankfully, I managed to keep him at bay.The dinner with the Solons went surprisingly well, despite the persistent bitch they wanted me to marry causing my skin to crawl.After such stressful days, rest was essential. And I found it with Tasha."Would it be intrusive if I asked where you've been?" She queried out of the blue."Thought you were asleep," I responded.She propped herself up on her elbow to face me, her hand tracing the contours of my chest as her eyes followed her fingers' path.Meanwhile,

MICHAEL"Hey, what's with the fucking text?" I almost spat at Aaron, my frustration evident."Uncle Martin wants to see you, like right now," Aaron replied, leaning against his car with crossed arms. "It's about your 'fiancée', Elena." He gestured quotes in the air."What does he want now? I already attended that damn dinner. Does he expect me to take her out on a date or rush to the altar?" I scoffed."That's the point," Aaron confirmed. "Why are you so angry, Michael?" he asked.I paused, questioning my own anger. After all, the inheritance I've been waiting for is within reach. So why am I struggling to embrace the life I've been chasing?"Remember, it's about the money, not the girls. You agreed to marry Natasha instantly because it's the easiest way to secure the inheritance," Aaron reminded me. "So, what's holding you back now?"Not falling for his question, I let out a bitter chuckle and shook my head. "Who says I'm not on board with the deal? I signed the contract at the dinne

MICHAELGroaning a curse as the sun hit my face, I rolled over to the other side of the bed, only to be hit by a pounding headache. "Fuck..." I moaned."Need a cup of coffee?" a feminine voice asked.My body refused to move, and my eyes were reluctant to open, but when I heard her voice, it was as if my body came alive."Hi," she greeted with a wide smile as I looked at her.She held a white cup in her hand, and the aroma of the coffee filled the air as I saw the steam rising."Come on, get up and drink this. You were so drunk last night," she told me, setting the cup and an Advil on the bedside table."Sorry," I murmured huskily.I still didn't want to get up, but her inviting face compelled me to sit up and drink what she offered.Then I realized, I wasn't wearing anything underneath the blanket.Did she undress me?"Uh--" I heard her say. "You uh-- puked on your clothes last night. I had them washed, they're outside," she stuttered.When I lifted my head, I saw her looking at my pe

MICHAELThe day concluded with my satisfaction and Tasha's exhaustion. She drifted off to sleep after I had drained her of her strength.Although the day had its blessings, there was circulating news about Martin Montero's only son entering into another upcoming marriage."You know bringing her here wasn't a smart move," Aaron warned me as we sat at the bar stools. "What kind of job did you tell her again?""A chauffeur," I replied, hearing him scoff."Only people with millions in their pockets can rent a night in this place let alone own a luxury place here. When did you become so stupid?""I wasn't thinking straight," I honestly admitted, taking a shot. "But I don't think she needs to know. I'll avoid the bullets as long as I can.""That's a recipe for suicide," he clicked his tongue. "Once she figures you out, especially that you're getting married, your ass is going to be deep fried."Getting married. Fuck, I am in trouble."Since you agreed to marry Elena, I suggest you stop play