When Love Goes Well...

Chapter 33

Our sexual expeditions actively continued for the next one week. Somehow, I believed that Michael had it all figured out when it came to Grace, his father and their company. Perhaps that's why everything seemed to be utterly flawless. I was immensely happy with the both of us lying naked in either of our beds almost every day of the week. I should've doubted the nature of our relationship because nothing in it appeared to go smoothly usually. But I was too self-involved to be suspicious of the fact that neither Grace, nor Michael's father were drugging me with chloroform, kidnapping and frying me in hot oil to seek revenge.

Perchance I should've put on my thinking cap that night when Michael refused to spend the night at my place because he had some "stuff" to take care of. Or maybe the next morning when Michael never showed up for breakfast, even though he knew very well that Malcolm would be desperately waiting for him before going to school. I was too blinded by the dreamy prospect of achieving my happily-ever-after and conceivably that's why I ignored the fact that Michael managed to not pick up the three calls that I made on his cell phone before arriving at the working place.

Like I said, I was way too engrossed in admiring a picture that had always been an illusion.

"Is Michael inside?" I asked Flora, who was preoccupied with a fashion magazine behind the desk.

She looked up at me for a second and without answering, pushed a few numbers of the desk telephone. "Hello, Michael! Georgia's here." I frowned and waited for the puzzle to solve all by itself. "Are you sure that I should send her inside?" Her eyes rested on my bewildered face momentarily. "Okay, sure!"

As soon as she hung up the phone, I pounced on her for answers. "What the hell was that?"

Flora looked a little worried, like an elder sister worried for her sibling. "I know you're dating him, but do you trust him completely?" She asked me hesitantly.

I smiled in amusement and wondered where she was leading me with the asked question. "Of course I do!" I answered sunnily and stepped back. "I don't why you're freaking out but chill, Flora. Everything's going to be perfectly fine." Spinning on my heels, I started strutting towards the boss's cabin with purpose.

"Just be careful!" The receptionist called out to me from behind in an alarmed tone of voice. I froze in my tracks for a few seconds and speculated that why she would say something like that to me, something so ominous. However at the end, the part of me that was prone of foolishness won, and I opened the door to Michael's office without much apprehension.

My expectant eyes discovered Grace and Michael together inside the room, standing in front of each other, hand in hand, indulging in a deep staring contest. It was a shock to the system, witnessing the two of them together, so close to each other, looking like a couple that shared intimacy to its fullest. I had to blankly gawk at the couple of them for a minute to realise that I wasn't dreaming. Watching them acting like they already were a married couple was as factual as the astonishment that was spiralling through my system. "What's going on here?" I interrogated, more like accused Michael instead of Grace.

It was the latter who looked at me first. Her blue eyes trailed all over my face smugly. For a minute, I couldn't understand the reason of her feeling so victorious. "I think I should take my leave now." She muttered lazily whilst gazing at me and then, looked at Michael with an enamoured smile. "I'm glad we settled this, Michael. Let's meet up and chat more about our relationship over dinner tonight. What say?"

Michael hadn't dared to peer over at me even once during the whole time. I wasn't sure regarding my own reaction; I was still a little confused as to what was transpiring in front of my eyes right then. "Sure, it's a date." He replied back with a welcoming smile. Grace giggled like a smitten high school girl and kissed Michael on the lips. Then, she bid her farewell and exited the room but not before throwing a spiteful look in my face that conveyed to me that she had finally claimed the prize that she deserved. She won and I lost.