CHAPTER 142: JUST LIKE I ALWAYS DO

As I headed back to the room where I presumed I wouldn't be finding Michael, since he had been at Michelle’s for almost the whole day, my mind was preoccupied once again with what Ivar and I discussed inside his room before our sexcapades. 

I am thinking thoroughly on how I would be able to execute what Ivar ordered me to do without being suspicious of our plans against Michael. I have to perfectly take into consideration all the actions I will be doing in order to achieve success and finish my task at hand. 

As much as I hate the idea, I have no better option left, but to connive with Ivar and embrace this treachery against Michael. This is the only course I had right now to escape getting caught and being imprisoned, which not in my wildest dream did I wish myself to be at. So there’s no other way, but the hard way. 

I was startled the minute I held the doorknob and opened the door, seeing Michael laying comfortably on the bed, with an arm resting on top of his forehead and eyes closed. With the way his chest was moving, the unsteady and unevenly breathing, it was obvious that he wasn’t sleeping. Perhaps he was simply resting and most probably is thinking. 

“Where have you been?” He promptly asked the moment I closed the door behind me. 

“I got hungry so I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat.” 

“Really?” There was unfigurative humor and disturbing sarcasm laced with his words. I was planning to disregard his query and started walking towards the bathroom to freshen up, when he continued. “Funny! I spent almost an hour in the kitchen a while ago, but I haven’t seen even a shadow of yours.” His taunting statement made me pause as my head swiftly thought of a defensive answer to cover up my alibi. 

“Maybe I left when you arrived in the kitchen. I didn’t stay long anyway, Ivar summoned me to his office to talk about our latest course of action with regards to our current situation.” 

“I see. And what did the two of you discuss again without my presence?" Now his words were filled with brewing jealousy. I can taste bitter bile in every syllable he uttered that made me sigh deeply. 

‘This will definitely be a long night for you, Pamela. Better be prepared and brace yourself for one hell of a night.’ 

Knowing Michael for such a long time now, every time he’s like this, it would take a much longer time to subdue his jealousy and ease his tantrums away. I would be needing a great amount of trick and persuasion before I could pacify his negativities and make it normal once again. 

Instead of marching towards the bathroom, I decided to face him and started heading his way. I guess it’s time for seduction and luring the prospect, which I pray will work out with his current resentment and unanticipated sour mood. 

“Hey, are you mad that I had been talking to Ivar? You were the one who said that I should be the one doing the talking more with him than you, right?” I gently laid at his side, pressing myself closer to him and letting my breasts touch his free arm. He sighed heavily, as he removed his folded arm from his forehead then stared straight at me. His eyes were lingering directly at mine. I knew that he was examining the truthfulness of my words as he steadied them for a while. 

“I am distinctively and precisely aware of what I said, Pamela, but it seems you were doing it more often than what I presumed you would. You didn’t even consider asking me permission first before heading there. Are you two having some sort of a deeper interaction than what’s supposed to be that I must know about?” He suddenly held my neck in a jiffy, locking his hand and slightly compressing it, that made my eyes protrude in great fright as a shocking panic attack hit me. 

From the time I met Michael, there was never a time he laid a finger on me and hurt me physically. Maybe emotionally, but never physically. This was the very first time I felt him actually threatening me, which literally caused my entire body to feel cold and icy. 

“Michael… I can’t breathe properly… Unlock your hand please…” I was struggling with my words as he even tightened his grip. My eyes are starting to accumulate horrid beads, unable to think properly as to what I must do to free myself from this horrendous state I am now experiencing. I could feel my head beginning to be light-weighted and my sight was becoming blurry. Just when I was about to scream and tell him to stop, he immediately unloosen his grip and freed my neck. I swiftly climbed down the bed and ran away as far from him as possible. My eyes were soaked with frightened tears, as I stared at him with anger and disrespect. 

Never in my gravest thoughts did I think that he could physically hurt me the way he did just seconds ago. What he did may be intentional or not, but the mere thought of him physically abusing me and choking me, it disturbingly sickened me. I am starting to loathe him. My entire body was shaking with extreme rage as I eyed him fiercely. When he climbed down and took steps towards me, my system started to chaotically be alarmed. I wanted to run towards the door and be as far away from him as possible. But the distance between the door, from where I was standing, would take me a few steps and I am most certain that he would be able to grab hold of me even before I could reach my destination. 

“Pamela…”

“Don’t come near me, Michael!” 

He didn’t listen to me and continued walking. The time he reached in front of me, his face swiftly shifted from seriousness to gentleness, just like the old Michael I used to know. His eyes no longer bore any signs of danger, but were pooling with deep concern. My body jolted when he gradually held my hands and kissed both of them. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Pamela. You knew very well that I couldn’t hurt you. Please forgive me if I acted like a mad man. I just got jealous of Ivar, because you were always with him lately.” I could feel his sincerity, which somewhat eases the turmoil I am feeling. “Please forgive me, Sweetheart. I love you so much that thinking of you having an affair with that man makes me want to kill him this instant.” 

The control I once had over him swiftly returned to life. I meekly smiled at him, showing him that I understand him, but at the back of my head, a wicked version of me was mightily reigning. 

‘Got you, Michael, just like I always do!’

“This was simply a misunderstanding. Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I perfectly understand you.” I reached for his face and seductively kissed him.