Chapter 47

Ohhh!

I was able to play with his hair, and he admired my femininity. His touch was replaced by gentle, just as when they were beneath the falls and the cold and fresh flow of water added to our body heat. My yelling and disapproval were futile.

I lost count of the number of times I came out of its mouth. My body was truly perilous! Despite the fact that the man in front of me was the one who had taken away my father, I was still swayed by his charm and moaning with every stroke of his tongue on my jewel, which was already red with so much wetness.

Mr Michael positioned himself in front of me as his lip crawled over my breast and towards my neck. I felt its tough manhood enter me without hesitation. Both of us howled at the same time. He kissed me on the lips, and I same way kissed him back. I had forgotten everything. Yes.

That's how it had to always be. Only after we were finished did I return to reality, and I cried for regrets.

He quickly went in and out of me by biting my lower lip and biting my neck. I temporarily forgot I was upset with him. All I desired was for him to fill me with his manhood. I went crazy again with the rhythm of his dance.

"Could you please fill me.."

He was eager to respond to my request and embraced my inner me right away. I squealed with delight. I was amused.

"You want this, hmm?" he probed further.

"Aahh! Ohhh!"

It followed me with a smile, and I didn't know where to turn my head for a while. We both closed our eyes to the sensation of our bodies being alone.

I thereafter, fell asleep exhausted from the nonstop sex with Mr. Michael. At first light, I was depressed and drowsy.

"When l arrived this morning, I didn't wake you up. You appear to be exhausted from your day trip from Spain. How are you doing?" Layla whispered into my ear and said something.

I approached her on the veranda that afternoon while she was sipping wine. She approached me and kissed me on the forehead for a brief moment. My cheeks flushed from the

memory of my sex with the monster Michael and the kiss it had given me.

I despised it! Why were my brain, heart, and body not in sync? I was furious with myself. I was enraged. I was already in my room and dressed when I did wake up. Michael kept claiming my body, but I was powerless to stop him! I despised myself!

"I'm fine. Are you all right?" I moved my gaze to Layla. And at the moment, my conscience was devouring me.

His mouth tightened, and he drank the contents of the bottle angrily. "Im going to kill him!"

I was curious as to what Michael had done to Layla. I wondered since when did Kleve speak in that manner? Layla was always a quiet person. Good-natured and cheerful. Like the

princes in the fairy tale books I used to read when I was still a child.

"l'm not going to let him ruin my life. I'l make him pay," she said and cried boldly before hurling the empty bottle against the

wall. She quickly turned around and walked directly into her room.

I was shocked and left speechless. Was the same Layla I have always been familiar with? What caused her to appear to be possessed

by an evil spirit? How could she tell me that ahe had a three-day deadline? What could I do to prevent Michael from murdering my sister? I already knew and understood that Layla would never win that battle come what may, no matter how hard she could try to be on Michael, she would still get murdered. God! If something happens to her, I therefore, wouldn't be in a position to forgive myself for the second time.

I had no choice but to be on my sister's side and help her win over this new battle. I would seek

assistance from high-ranking police officers, but in the end, Michael may end up turning things around and kill us in a snap. I understood how important everything was to Layla. She was no longer with father, and thua family, and our

family was no longer one. I also needed her. I had no idea how to run the business that father

had left.

I followed her into her room, but was taken back by the hand that drew me into a guest room. I couldn't Scream because a hand had covered my mouth and locked me behind the door.

My pupils dilated. I saw the man I didn't want to

see and claimed me several times last night. Michael stood in front of me, with a dark face staring at me. I trembled in terror. What was the point of having it over there?

"She kissed you, I know she love you, and that is all a sister could do" he said firmly, almost pushing me against the door.

I shifted my gaze away. He pretended to be caring, but I was well aware of a his move. I struggled and struggled to free myself from its clutches. I wished I could rush Layla to the other room. We were in danger!

"What the f*ck!" he yelled angrily as he kissed me. Since he was intense and aggressive, I could taste the blood in my mouth. He could only let me go when he pulled a gun from his waistband.

My pupils dilated. Could I be the one falling into that? And be murdered? No. Could it be that the monster wanted to take Layla's Iife? My body became cold all of a sudden. I recalled what had happened to my boyfriend, and a sudden disapearing of my father at the hands of

this man. I hugged myself, oblivious to the fact that I was crying in fear as I stared at him.

"Anya.."

I sited slowly, closing my eyes. I hugged my own

knee and sobbed quietly there. Layla could hear me and rush in. I didn't want to hasten her demise because the demon was right in front of me, ready to take anyone's life.

Layla heard my angry swearing and jumped the sliding window down and as soon as I looked up. I ran over it, terrified, and looked at Michael. Layla landed safely in the yard, and when she turned to face me, I saw emotionless eyes that I couldn't read. I dashed into Layla's room. We had to go!

"VERGAN'S Hospitals and Vergan's Pharmaceuticals both bankrupt at the same time, putting Miss Layla to the test. Many families relied on the newly qualified Doctor, and this was a huge blow for the people who worked for hee." Michael turned off the big television and rotated the remote by hand. He was in his office when somebody called. That fucking asshole! It was his fault Anya run

away.

"What? When he pressed the loudspeaker button, he sighed.

"Chill dude," he said on the other end of the line, but he didn't laugh; if he hadn't been his best friend, he would have killed it long ago.

"The last time you bothered me, I fled; give me a reason not to kill you now..."

When he mentioned about death, the person on the other end of the line became serious, saying, "Your family called me. Damn! I'm not the babysitter of their Vampire son."

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. We were all in the new town of Eze and had healed the wound. He never returned my Father and GREGORY and he had taken me to this new place just because he was not ready to talk about the wound that was still fresh in my mind. If we had just accepted what had happened, I would not. I would burn the entire hell for

justice!

"And f*ck you for flying on my private plane from Spain; your fucking rich but you don't have a plane?"

"F*ck you!" he shouted back. "Because of your stupidity, you also used my private yacht. I'm going to smack all of my planes in your face."

On the other end of the line, he laughed, "By the way, how's your plan? Do you want me to make it simple for you?"

"F*ck off. Don't interfere again. Fuck you!" He said as he hung up the phone and poured the wine into the goblet. On the right side was an expensive type of gun that he was eager to use.

He would take all of Layla's belongings. No one could run into someone like him. What was his belonged to him alone. No one could take away the wrath of a Mr Michael, the vampire and monster that I have never met before...

I thought of his next move!