"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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"...Or so. I don't know what the future holds."
Three years later
February 17th
MICHAEL
"Anna, my love..." I lean in, whispering into her ear. she stirred in her sleep, a small frown resting on her face as she turned away from me.
She was mine. My wife. If anyone had told me that I'd be pursuing and chasing after a woman. Then settling down. They would have received a punch to the gut. The first time I saw her...ever so graceful, beautiful-nothing could compare—dark, luscious curly hair framed her face as she quietly buried her nose in a book sitting in the plush couch. Like an angel...a pure Dove. That was the last time I saw her , when I went over to say goodbye to Mason before we parted ways to college.
A few years ago, I would have found someone to get married to, not because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with them, Because it would help me in the long run. As the youngest son, All I knew was that I had a responsibility to fulfill. My brothers had their roles and it was my turn to handle the eastern Vitality Tower. Ever since I met him—my father when I was thirteen he's never failed to drill my head with his brutal words and how I better not be a disgrace to this family business.
At 22, I took up the role as an interim. Life has its tendencies and games it throws our way every now and then . One horrible meeting in the morning, on one of the coldest days of winter barreled a petite girl with the most alluring golden brown skin, a head full of luscious curls all the way down to her shoulder and captivating caramel orbs—her sweet coconut, vanilla smell wafts over my nose—into my chest and she stained my shirt with her whip cream and that was it.
All the years I'd spent trying to forget ever laying my eyes on her, had gone to waste. She was my best-friends little sister, I can't have her and I hated that I wanted her, but I couldn't fight it anymore . I had to have her or at-least, whatever it was on the inside that offered relief to the darkness I possessed.
My family, was the epitome of you never know what's on the inside until you take a peak. on the outside we were the perfect family, three sons and Princess for a daughter. A wealthy man with a strong wife by his side, and people feared my father because of his wealth and power, but i know—we know who he is on the inside. After many years of his brutal words and abuse, now he wants to seek amity and make amends because the sun in his dark night had returned. The queen on the chess board that was knocked over by the mistakes of her own actions is back. For a year or two—not that i care. my father's been trying to make up for his deadbeat actions as a father towards my brothers and i. They don't care. But for some fucking unknown reason I seem to gravitate towards it. Somewhere deep down, that innocent boy who looked up to him the first time i met him, and admired the man he was before everything turned stale, still wants to make him proud and earn his respect. So when he drew up a contract challenging me to settle down and find love. Proving to him that I'm capable of being loved. I didn't back down.
