Chapter 41: Chapter 41

At first, I didn't believe love existed because my parents didn't make it seem like it. But with Michael and Precious, I had no choice but to believe.

Watching the two of them now, I want something like theirs. One strange thing is the connection I feel with Precious and I wasn't sure if it's because I find her beautiful or something else.

After I picked her up the day she called me crying and I hugged her, it felt normal and right and at the same time I didn't feel jealous when Michael kissed her.

"Maybe the three of us were meant to be." My mind said, but my sanity told me what Michael would do if I ever mentioned it.

I had left the house in a hurry for a business lunch date that I forgot my keys but thankfully Michael is home.

When I got back to the house, there was a strange car parked in the compound but since Michael didn't say we were expecting a visitor so I couldn't help but wonder who it was.

I rang the doorbell and waited for it to be opened but nothing prepared me for the atmosphere I met.

"What is going on?" I asked, when I saw how scared he looked.

"I've never been happy to see you." He said, relieved to see me.

"Really! Great news, did Preci….?" I stopped midway when I saw the person behind him, and it told me everything I needed to know.

"Who is she?" I asked, even though I knew clearly who she was.

"I'm hurt that you didn't tell him….. I'm his fiancee." She replied coolly.

"Aren't you the luckiest? Such a beautiful fiancee." I said, only to see Michael's glare deepen.

"Finally, someone gets it." I heard her murmur.

I finally entered the house, though Michael seemed relieved, the girl who I know is Annabelle didn't. Infact, I think she's going to send me into a coma if I don't excuse them.

"So, how did your day go?" I asked no one in particular but Michael smiled at me. He doesn't know how lucky he was if Precious had been the one knocking.

"Fine, tell me, how did your lunch date go?" He replied, while Annabelle looked like she was ready to murder someone.

"I don't know if you noticed, but you're interrupting our time together." Annabelle finally spoke out.

"I didn't realize." I answered, and made myself more comfortable on the couch. And if it was possible, I could see the steam coming out from her ears.

"Maybe you should just go, I'll talk to you later." Michael told her, but definitely not making eye contact.

"I can't believe this." She said.

After a while, Michael was able to convince her to go, which she did. Immediately she got outside, Michael pulled his shirt and despite the air conditioner, he was sweating a lot.

He explained everything that happened with her, and for once I felt happy that I came in at the same time because I already knew the end story if I didn't.

"What are you going to do about her because she doesn't look like she's ready to give up soon?" I asked.

"I'll just talk to my mom." He replied, and I snorted.

"Like it worked before, right?" I questioned, since we both know that his mom likes having things her way.

"I'm so lost, I might have slept with her if you hadn't knocked and I know I'll live to regret it." He said.

"Maybe it's time you tell Precious everything, that's the only option. And you might not be lucky next time." I advised.

"I'm scared of losing her, what if she doesn't want to be with me anymore?" He lamented, and I wouldn't say I understood because I've never been in the same situation.

"She'll be angry but I don't think she'll break things up with you….she likes you more than you can imagine." I told him.

"I hope her liking me is enough when I tell her." Michael said.

"I hope so too."

I left Michael to think about what he wants to do next but I really hope everything goes well with Precious.

Staring blankly at the picture I was holding, I wished my parents thought about what would become of me when they divorced. I didn't remember the last time I spoke to my dad, but when I did he wanted to introduce me to the new person he was with. I was still mad at him so I didn't respond and since then I haven't heard from him again and that was when I clocked eighteen years though he tried reaching out but I wasn't ready to talk to him.

My mom is another case, since the day she walked out of my life, she didn't look back and sometimes, I wondered if she actually gave birth to me. I didn't want to care but I couldn't help it as all I ever wanted was to have what every other people have….a mother that cares, but I guess that life wasn't meant for me and that is the reason I stick close to Michael and his family, which made them the family I've always dreamt of.

"I didn't know you still have this picture." Michael said, looking at the last picture I took with my parents when I was eight years old.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, putting away the picture.

"I came to check if you're alive because I've been calling your name." He answered.

"Sorry, what's up?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Hope you're good?" He asked.

"Sure." I replied.

"Of course…...." He started, but his phone rang, shutting him up.

He gave me a look from which I guessed the caller and I knew it was going to take a while.

"Here we go." I thought.