Chapter Forty- Nine

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Dedicated to Shanty67

Raquel's POV
It's been three days since Micheal came to live with me. He hasn't made any pass at me since he came. He treated me with respect and was incredibly nice to me. He wouldn't allow me to do any house chores and always wakes me up for us to go for morning walks.

I should have been happy with the development but I wasn't. He was treating me like I was his sister and I didn't like it one bit. I longed to see the passion in his eyes for me but it wasn't there anymore.

He never made an attempt to hold my hands in any of our morning walks. The annoying thing was he calling me cute when I tried dressing sexy for him. I was expecting 'you look hot' not cute. For God sake am not a puppy.

I was standing infront of my vanity mirror gazing at my reflection. I looked bloated and I hated it. The pregnancy was taking a toil on my beauty. No wonder Micheal was loosing interest in me. I began to panic when realisation dawned on me that I might lose him forever.

I began to chant " I am beautiful!" repeatedly as I combed my hair to get rid of the negative thoughts but it wasn't working. I threw down the comb I was holding in frustration.

" Does saying you are beautiful repeatedly turn you into snow white?" I got startled when I heard Michael's voice which was full of amusement.

" How long have you been standing there?" I questioned in embarrassment.

" Ever since you started your ritual," He stated in a matter of fact tone.

" Micheal I thought I told you not to come here without knocking," I stated in exasperation.

" Yes you did but I knocked several times without your response. I guess you were fully engaged in your activity," He responded whilst he leaned against the door frame.

" I guess so. So how may I help you?" I questioned with a straight face.

" I came to call you for breakfast and remember we have the babies room to paint," He informed and walked out of the room without waiting for my reply.

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I kept calling Michael's name after breakfast but couldn't hear any response. So I decided to check his room. I was about to knock when I noticed the door was slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better part of me and I peeped in. There was nobody in so I entered to check the room out.

He has redecorated the room . The curtains were goldish and black with paintings on the wall. The room had a masculine feel with his musky cologne evident in the air. I turned around to study the paintings when one in particular caught my attention. It was a painting of me asleep. What the hell! since when did he have this. I began to trace my hands on it when a deep sexy dreamlike voice startled me.

"Micheal why do you keep star...." My words stuck in my throat when I turned to face him. It was apparent he was coming from the bathroom. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist with his upper body bare. His chest was well defined and my eyes began to trace a droplet of water which was descending on his six pack towards his waist.

I instantly felt the edge to run my hands across his abs as the images of our sexual encounters kept flashing through my mind(His hands caressing my body, his lips on mine, he ramming into me). I wanted that sensual feel again. Heat began to spread through my core at the intensity of my imagination. I could feel myself getting wet down there.

I snapped out of my trance when I heard the snapping of fingers infront of me.

" You like what you see huh?" He murmured huskily with his eyebrow raised.

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