Made for me🖤

Part twenty four

Michy's POV

The different smells associated with Manhattan like a second skin wafted through my nose as the beautiful city came into view. A smile slowly creeps on my lips, this is home, it always has been. Though I was born and bred in Sin City, New York has always been home for me, this is where my heart lies and will forever lie.

The business conference ended earlier than we all presumed, although it was successful, we all had to return today instead of tomorrow and I'm on my way right now after arriving at the LaGuardia Airpot, going home to the lady of my dreams, Monae.

Surprisingly, I've missed her more than I thought I would. Sitting at the conference hall for these two days had only been a nightmare, I couldn't focus much. All my thoughts were on her, I kept wondering if she was doing fine because the last time I talked to her, she sounded like she was in a lot of pain but she wouldn't tell me what it is. I hope whatever it is has been resolved and she's fine now.

One disturbing thought I had back in Denver which turned into fear was, Mr Winchester finding out Monae is with me and maybe taking her back home. I won't be able to take that if that is the case. I just can't, I've grown attached to her being around her this short while. And I don't even know if that is the case cause I couldn't talk much with her, I knew she was definitely going to ask questions. I honestly didn't mind she asking, it's only I wasn't ready to answer them wile I was away from her.

Her questions would have to wait till I get home. She and I do have a talk, about what went on at the Winchester's that made them forcefully throw her out without any consideration.

I run my fingers through my hair, exhaling heavily. Just hoping the talk wouldn't trigger her to remember some excruciating memories because back then when I told her we should go home, the fear that instantly rushed to her face proves there's something more to what it actually looks like. And I need to find out about it, every single thing that those people did to her and I promise they're going to pay for it.

"We're home now, boss."

My name and driver who's French, Michel, announced, pulling me out of my thoughts. I gave him a brief nod and released my fingers from the fist I had balled them in as I thought about the possibilities of they hurting Monae, I fucking hate them even more.

Michel opened my door, earning him a scowl. He saw it and only looked at me meekly, not saying a word. I've told him time and again I dislike he treating me as if I am some sort of a president or great figure, I'm not. I'm just me, Michele and human, although, I'm very famous, I except everyone to treat me as a human and not like some god.

I removed the scowl off my face, replacing it with a smile, a genuine one. I am very elated to be back home at last, I held my nose high in the air, pulling in a long drag of the earthy and floral scent in my compound. A smile etched on my face, this alone keeps me alive, giving me hope there's more life to be lived no matter how rough life keeps tossing you, there are better days and things ahead.

Satisfied and some what refreshened, I made my way towards the front door in long strides as I was so eager to meet Monae and surprise her with my early arrival. Early arrival means, Monae leaving me and our house and go far away from me but I'll make sure that never happens. I'll find a way to make her stay here and that too forever.

I stepped into the house, going to the first kitchen which was downstairs, hoping to meet her over there. It was six in the evening and I'm  assuming she has come down for dinner.

"Welcome back, sir." Asabrewaa, the cook greeted, causing the two maids to turn towards me, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Thank you." I passed them a small smile as I combed the room with my eyes in hopes of seeing her in here with them. There was no sign of her, it was just the employees cooking and cleaning.