Made for me🖤

Part forty six

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Monae's POV

"Michele."

Sadly, it isn't and my greatest fear at the moment has come thrligh. Now can the floor open up and swallow me?

"Drake." That voice, at once goosebumps flooded my skin and my heart thumped faster that it was when he spoke for the first time.

The deadliness lying beneath his tone had that effect on me and I wished I hadn't dragged Drake and his wife into my mess, I needed no one to tell me Michy was livid and he wasn't going to spare Drake.

He hasn't made any attempt so far but we all know it won't be too long before he did and before he does anything I have to stop him, I don't know how but maybe somehow.

I just hope this works. I stood up and walked to him, I hated I was getting that close to him, I never want him in my breathing space but for the sake of the people who cared for me in my darkest moments, I have to throw aside everything aside even if it means touching him and holding his hands to calm him down, I will.

I ignored the budding fear and looked at him as I lifted my hands to touch his, "Mich--"

"Quiet." He said rather calmly for someone who was angry, without sparing me a glance, his piercing eyes were still fixated on Drake and just that one word from him had the power to silence me.

Like the scared and defeated soul I was, I drew my hands back and didn't move.

"When were you ever going to tell me?"

The two men held each other's gaze, their jaws clenched.

"Never--"

He nodded and a small smile formed on his lips. "I expected that from you, after all you are my best friend." Michy removed his hands from his pocket and spread them wide, "and the world's best friend award goes to..." He said, walking around Drake, "Mr Drake Sterling! The world is yet to find such an amazing friend like him who without a second thought securely hid his friend's wife away in his house for a month and watched him suffer in pain like he has been casted into hell, every single day for those four weeks!--"

Don't call me your wife!

Stfu, you are...

"I did so because you hurt her and remember my warning to you." Drake angrily said as he pushed Michy away from him.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself when you're talking to me." He warned and exhaled deeply. "And yes, I remember every alphabet you said but you also know I didn't intend to hurt her."

"You saw that coming because I warned you, I know nothing about what you intended and what you didn't intend to all I know is you hurt her and you paid--'

"You know what? Get the fuck out of my face, I'm not about to waste my breath on you." He unlatched Drake's hands which were gripping his collar and backed away from him, trying his best not to let his anger get the best of him. Raking his fingers in his hair, he finally looked my way with a stoic expression, "I came here for my woman and that only. If anyone is a full bloodied man like me, they should try to stop me."

My eyes widenes in fear, over my dead body will I do that! "I'm not going anywhere with you!" I declared on top of my voice, taking him by surprise. He's very wrong if he thinks I'll stupidly and meekly follow him back to his house.

"You don't have a choice, darling." He said with an air of confidence which didn't surprise me, he is used to getting what ever he wants but I'm sorry to burst his bubble, I won't go.