Chapter 103 Fuller breasts

Chapter 103 Fuller breasts
Alicia. 

The brightness of the sun and the heat that comes with it wake me up from my sweet sleep. 

I hiss, cursing at nothing. However, the moment I look around the large room I'm in, which screams luxury, I prop up from the bed with speed. 

My eyes flit through the room, an appeased smile finding its way to my lips. 

I know this place too well. 

It had once served as my room whenever I came to spend the night in Michael's house. He'd bring me here after fucking me senseless in his sanctuary.

I can feel the warmth spreading through me, realizing I'm home at last. 

This room, this house, and the man who owns them are my home. 

Images of what occurred yesterday run through my mind, overlapping each other. 

My moment with Stefon, the attack, my phone call with Michael, and...the moment Michael came for me. 

I heard him clearly calling me my nickname, Ally. 

Oh, that was such an ambrosial delight. I nearly came just hearing him call me that, but, of course, a woman needed to keep up with her act. 

I know I'm wounded, but they aren't as painful. Just something mild, but I'm definitely going to make a mountain out of this molehill that are my wounds. 

This is a god-given chance to get back my place in Michael's heart. 

For the fact that he's brought me into his house again after sending me away three years ago, that's a big start. 

Ahh, I'm such an actor, really. 

What I did last night? Crying like I was nearing the end from pain? That was impressive. 

Even the doctor was confused, as it was certain to him that a wound such as that couldn't be too excruciating. 

I saw the worry in Michael's eyes for me last night. God, that pulled at my heartstrings. 

The almighty Michael Stone, Pahkan of the Brotherhood bratva, was worried sick about me. 

I had to double my act when he drew closer to me, trying to get me to stop crying. Fuck, that bergamot scent of his that barreled into my nose, so soothing and alluring, nearly made me stop my theatrics. 

Thank God I didn't fuck up. 

I felt powerful in that moment, like the queen of the universe. 

Only the arrival of that little girl, Laura, ruined the moment. 

But I'm glad I saw her before Michael did, and that's why I embraced him tightly. 

The way my pussy hummed, feeling his masculine body on mine was incredible. 

No man has such strong effects on me save for him. 

When he pulled away from me, I felt my world darken, but I had to stay strong. 

I kept up with my acts even as I was brought into this room. I guess the doctor had no other option but to knock me out of my mind. 

I hate that he did! 

My mind was already blurring when Michael came in to see me, and I told him something- the very lies that'll keep him leashed to me. 

The one that'll set the foundation of our reunion. Soon, Michael will run back into my arms, and he won't see it coming. 

No one else would, just me. 

I smirk hard, pulling my tousled hair into a bun. 

I rise up from the bed, flexing my bandaged leg to see how much pain I'll feel. 

Hmm, it's mild- barely a pinprick. 

But I'll be limping before others, of course, to make my story believable. 

With the door shut, I dart my eyes around, taking in my room. 

The flowers are alive and green, oozing their soothing scent in the air. 

This big bed is mine again. 

My fingers whisper over the sheets, my heart warming at its cozy feeling. 

I walk to the fireplace, grazing my hand over the mantelpiece. There are logs of wood inside it, but no fire. 

There's a tawny overstuffed chair before the fireplace, and on it, I see pictures of Laura. 

Slowly, I pick them up, looking through them. 

Her bright, gray eyes. 

Pouty pink lips. 

Brunette hair. 

Fair skin. 

Sharp, pointed nose. 

There are pictures of her in a park, driving a car, drinking in a club, and when she's moving. 

They were all taken from a distant angle, telling me Michael has been keeping his eyes on her even from afar. 

That's going to make her a hard kill, but I've not given it a thorough thought. 

I grit my teeth and clench all the pictures in my hands. 

"I can't have this! I can't let her suffocate me in this house!" I yell under my breath. 

That's when I started tearing the pictures one by one, shredding them with a dark delight in my eyes, like it's Laura's life I'm destroying. 

I walk into the toilet then and pour them all in, flushing it. 

That's how she's going to drown, and I'll watch her fight for her life. 

With a grin plastered on my face, I walk back into the room, enjoying the decorations. 

I forget to breathe when I see a picture of Michael and his son, Liam, hanging on the wall. 

Aw, Michael looks so cute. Always in black and his usual dressing style.

I turn my eyes to Liam, acknowledging that he's handsome but hardly bears any resemblance to his father. However, the further I study his frame, the more I begin to realize something strange. 

Liam has the same body build as the guy who walked into my office at the headquarters. The one I was going to tell Michael about. 

Why is that? 

The image of the guy comes to my mind again-- clad in a biker gear with a helmet on his face. 

He's just exactly as....Liam. 

My mind runs a mile a minute. I force my mind to work hard, to gain more clarity. 

Unfortunately, the soft laughter coming from below disrupts my thought sequence. 

Curious, I gravitate to the floor-length window and look down past the trees, then I see who's laughing. 

Small Laura. 

She's in the lake in a bikini, sprinkling water at Michael as she laughs. 

The morning sun beaming down on her. 

"Come on, now!" She says, sprinkling more water. 

"No, Malishka. It's gonna make me cold." Michael responds, standing in black shorts and a sleeveless shirt. 

My God, he looks hot in that. 

"Are you scared of getting a cold, daddy?" She's teasing him, licking her lips. Her breasts bounce hard, annoying me.

Is she doing that deliberately or what? 

I look down at my chest, jiggling my own breast. 

They're certainly fuller than hers. 

I roll my eyes at her, spitting. "Whore!"  

"I've no cure for that, I guess." There's laughter in Michael's words, knowing he's tempted to join her. 

Laura gasps, widening her eyes. 

"How could you say you have no cure for a cold when I'm here?" She thunders, sounding betrayed. "You don't mean that, do you? Don't you remember this?" My eyes widen when she pulls her bra down, baring her breasts to Michael. "That's enough cure already." 

I hear Michael growl, and before my next breath, he already dives into the lake, swimming to catch up with Laura. 

As soon as he reaches her, he presses his lips on hers, his hands groping her breasts. 

I stagger hard, my head swimming as breath eludes me. 

I don't know how it happened, but I see myself clashing into the lamp on the nightstand. 

The expensive lamp falls to the floor with a thud, the glass breaks, and I sink into it, letting the glass nick at my palms, and blood starts rushing out.

I wail, and soon the door bursts open. 

"Ma'am!?" A maid comes in. 

I know her, Moira or Maureen. I can't remember, but I know her. 

I force tears out of my eyes as I raise my bloody palms to her. 

She gasps, hurrying to help me up. 

But as she does, I whisper faintly, "M-Michael...where's...Michael..." 

My vision blurs with my tears. 

She looks at me and then runs out of the room. 

I know what she's about to do, and I wait for it. 

Tbc.