*Read "Sweet, Sweet, Calliope" first*
Drug Kingpin's Michael and Caleb figure they have everything they ever wanted and for Caleb that rang true, but for Michael he was missing the one thing he had turned away from five years prior; Caleb's little...
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I agree with my good sis Justine. This chapter is definitely not cute. If there is some confusion hold off because the next chapter will/should explain all potholes. ***
I brought my legs up into the couch, folding them as I played with the diamond ring on my finger, twisting it back and forth. I looked up at Michael who sat back in the accent chair across from me with his arms resting on either side of the chair, legs extended under the coffee table, ankles crossed in front of him, and a hitched eyebrow.
"I'm just saying, Michael. Wearing this ring to work will bring up a lot of problems, a lot of questions. Practically all my colleagues knew that Hassan and I were dating and now that we're not how is it going to look if I walk into work wearing this fat ass diamond ring?"
Michael had put this ring on my finger two days ago and I accepted it. I accepted the fact that I loved him, wanted to spend my life with him, and wanted to create a family. But I just wasn't comfortable wearing it to work so usually I would wear it out my apartment, but before I got to work I would take it off and put it in my bag, then put it back on when I was on my way home. Except today I forgot to put it back on and got caught up.
Michael noticed and let's just say he was not pleased.
He nonchalantly replied. "Like you're engaged. I'm not seeing the big deal about it, but what I do see is Calliope getting cold feet. We haven't been engaged for more than three days and you're already trying to squeeze your way out of it. Well, let me tell you Poppi, it's not happening. Not this time around."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not trying to squeeze out of anything, Michael. But that doesn't mean I have to go flaunting this ring like I didn't break that man's heart."
"So, you feel bad breaking his heart, but didn't care what you were doing to me?" He playfully gasped and pulled his legs up, opening them so he could lean forward on them. He clasped his hands closed as I rolled my eyes again.
"But I agreed to marry you, not Hassan."
"Yeah and it only took..." He pretended to count, his head tilting back as he looked up at the ceiling. "Fifteen years."
"We weren't ready then. I'm not sure if we're ready now to be honest."
He chuckled. "Well you have time to prepare. I meant what I said, Calliope. No more running and I'm not letting you out of this commitment. The only way you get out is if I died."
My face had been relaxed, but when he said that I frowned, and my body tensed up. He stood up from the chair and I followed him with my eyes toward the kitchen. "Don't say stuff like that. Not even if you're trying to be funny."
He heard the concern in my voice and looked back at me from inside my kitchen. He didn't say any words, but just gave me a look. I swore Michael thought he was probably untouchable, but King thought the same and, where was he? Six feet under. I buried my parents, and I wasn't about to bury my brother or boyfriend. Fiancé. Whatever. We could work out the titles later.
