All Chapters of Too Late to Beg I'm Already Gone: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stood still in the quiet living room. The soft light from the street lamp outside seeped through the large windows. He stood there looking at me. His dark eyes were full of a quiet and painful jealousy.I opened my mouth to explain. I wanted to tell him that Alesandro was just a former school mate. I wanted to tell him we only ran into each other at the theater and then again at the party. I wanted to say that Alesandro walking me home was just a polite gesture between two old friends. There was absolutely nothing going on between us.But the words died in my throat. I looked at the deep accusation in his eyes. He had already made up his mind. He had already decided that I was guilty. He had already decided that I was betraying him.I felt a sudden and overwhelming wave of exhaustion. Why should I explain myself to him. Why should I beg him to believe me when he spent the entire afternoon holding another woman at a public event. He lied to everyone today. He let everyone believe St

He pulled me hard against his chest. The sudden movement knocked the breath out of my lungs. I crashed into his hard body. He felt like a wall of solid stone. The heat radiating from his skin was overwhelming. I looked up into his dark eyes. They were completely black. There was no gentleness left in them. There was no calm and collected CEO. He was totally out of control."Michael let me go," I said. My voice trembled but I tried to sound strong. I pushed my hands against his chest. I tried to create some space between us. "Please, stop this madness!"He did not move. He did not even flinch. His large hand moved from my arm to my waist. He gripped me tightly. His fingers dug into my soft skin through the thin fabric of my nightgown. He pulled me even closer. There was absolutely no space left between our bodies. I could feel the heavy and rapid beating of his heart against my own chest. I could feel how tense his muscles were."You are my wife," he whispered. His voice was thick and

Mr Thomas bowed his head immediately. He knew he had overstepped his boundaries. "I apologize madam," he said softly. He took a step back and did not say another word.Just then the front doorbell rang loudly. The sharp sound echoed through the silent hallways of the mansion.Mr Thomas turned to go answer it but I quickly stood up from my chair. "I will get it," I told him. I desperately needed an excuse to leave the dining room anyway. The air in there felt too thick and heavy.I walked quickly down the long corridor toward the front foyer. I reached the heavy double doors and pulled one open. The morning air was warm. A delivery man in a brown uniform was standing on the front porch. He was holding a small electronic pad and a few items in his hands."Delivery for Meritt Sterling," the man said. He held out the electronic pad.I took the small plastic pen and signed my name on the screen. The delivery man nodded and handed me a large flat envelope. Then he reached into his bag and h

Chapter 26The drive to my parents house was completely silent. Michael sat beside me in the back of the luxury car, his face turned toward the window as he looked at the passing streets. I did not say a word to him. I just stared out my own window, watching the familiar buildings drift by. I kept my hands folded neatly in my lap. I just wanted to get this visit over with as fast as possible so I could go back to the mansion and mark another day off my notebook.When the car finally pulled up in front of the massive apartment building Michael had bought for my family, the driver quickly got out and opened our doors.I stepped out onto the paved driveway. The morning sun was bright. I looked up at the tall building where my parents lived. It was a very expensive place. The security guards at the front gate knew our car by heart. They immediately bowed and smiled when Michael stepped out.Michael stood up straight. He reached back into the black leather interior of the car and picked up

Meritt's POV“Meritt,” my Dad's groggy voice called. “What is that Michael hasn't done for you? Even with…” his eyes instinctively narrowed to the side of my face hidden by my hair. “He still cherishes you…”Of course he does, just in front of freaks like you! God! I can't stand them.All these dramas and theatrics were not for me, they just couldn't bear to lose the money, the gift and the power that came with his stupid name. That was what attracted them in the first place.“Uhm,” Micheal says slowly, coughing gently as the dry sound mixed with the scraping of the chair being pulled back. His towering figure stood before the table with that stupid smile of his and turned to my father. “I'll leave you ladies to yourself. I'll go hang out with…” he nods in my Dad's direction and they both grab golf sticks and leave the room.One more bite of the food and mom's face lightens up…that same thing she does when she's about to nag…and feels like she's offering the best advice.I shut my eye