When he entered and met the scene, his mind froze at an instant. What was Meg even doing there? And James on a bathrobe? What the hell was happening?
"Meg?" He called her name. He wanted to be sure. She turned immediately to him and sat up, her lips trembling a bit.
"M... Michael."
James stood up and tugged his robe. "Michael I didn't even know you were coming. Anyways... I'll just go and change. I'll be right back." He said between palpitations, rolling his eyes immediately his back was turned.
When he went upstairs, Michael gently came to where Meg was sitting as if in guilt, and sat down beside her.
"It's not what you think, I..."
"Don't say anything." Michael said in a cold tone. Meg turned away and tilted her head. Ofcourse. Why does she even have to explain herself? He's not her boyfriend. Shit.
James came down few minutes later to their awkward silence, putting on his nice black trousers and a white shirt. "Hey man,"
"I just came to take my keys. I forgot them with you." Michael said as he stood up.
"Oh man, you forgot many things today. Even the flowers."
Michael fired him a gaze. "What flowers?"
"You told me earlier, didn't you? That I should remind you to get them on our way?" James was certain he did. Meg just sat, looking at both of them.
"I didn't say anything about flowers. Maybe I've forgotten. Just... just get the keys." Michael stuttered and began going outside. "Be fast, I'll just be out here.
"Fine. I'm coming. Meg, are you... feeling better now?" He asked on his way up the stairs. She gave a quick smile and nodded.
"Yeah, thank you. I might be leaving soon. " When James left, she sighed. Then remembered, flowers? Whose flowers? She could tell when she looked at Michael that James might be telling the truth and that Michael was pretending not to remember.
"Is he seeing someone already!?" The thought hit her as she looked outside. James came again, dangling the keys.
"Hey..." He said to Meg as he came close, tension rising in his voice. "I would umm...I should..."
"Let me have the keys." Michael interrupted as he came in. James handed them to him.
"Alright, I'll see you later, " he told James as he turned to go. "Aren't you coming?" He asked Meg, with his back still turned.
Meg was surprised. James gazed at her. "Umm...I...came with my car."
"Well, I didn't." He replied and headed outside. Meg stood up and grabbed her handbag but James held her wrist. Meg looked at him, then at her wrist.
"Sorry," he said as he let go immediately. "Sorry...I...umm, just stay safe. I'll call you." Meg smiled and began leaving, then stopped.
"James? Thanks for today. I really appreciate." James smiled before she then stepped outside. Michael was there, beside the fountain, just gazing into the pool. She called his name, and he turned.
"Let's go." She said, using her car remote to open it as she walked towards it.
"I'm driving." He stated.
"Fine. "Meg really didn't care as she walked to the other side. They entered and Michael started the car, his eyes swiftly drifting to James sitting room curtains. He saw him standing there, watching them between the curtains. When their eyes met, he finally left, sliding the curtains close.
He forcefully stepped on the reverse, and gave a mad drive that made Meg yelp.
"Heyyy, watch it! You're crazy!"
He didn't even look at her when she fell back. Ignoring her, he increased the speed as he began through the lane. Meg gripped her seatbelt as she continued yelling. She has never drove at such speed before.
"Michael please! Take it easy! My head's spinning!"
He took a corner immediately as the tires screeched, the speed getting hotter. Meg fell back again and clutched her handbag.
"Michael! I don't have to have another splitting headache today, please. "
The tires screeched madly to a halt. She almost hit her head on the ..... "Are you insane!? I'm just went to the hospital today and you want to send me there again! What is wrong with you psycho?" She yelled angrily, her hair scattered all over her face.
Michael was quiet, not bothering to say a word.
"You're....crazyy, and I..."
She was interrupted when he forcefully held her at the back of her head and kissed her violently. She struggled for her freedom, but his grip was so tight. His lips moved faster with violence and longing, and Meg couldn't help but give up. It was like he never wanted to let go, kissing her breathlessly. Megan finally had a chance to pull herself out immediately.
"What... what was the meaning of that? Why would you kiss me...like..." She was breathless as she spoke, but she was yet interrupted again. This time around, he held her by the neck, dragging her so close that he could almost hear her heartbeat.
He began trailing soft kisses on her neck, up to her ear. Meg was captured. This act made her pleased unknowingly. She didn't know when she let out a soft hum as his lips captured hers again.
"Michael, please..." She pleaded in -between soft kisses. He liked it when she does. Here was the one that warned him seriously against falling in love with her. He was pleading.
Pushing her back slightly, he came down to her breasts and buried his lips on it. "I saw you with James." He finally said as his hand gently went under her gown.
"We... weren't doing anything. He...ohh God..." Meg tried to control herself. His hands were on both breasts, pressing them gently. "He helped me...He..."
"What? What did he do?" He asked as he came to her neck, still doing wonders with her breasts. There were so soft.
"He...gave me a ride, and I simply slept at his place. My head was pounding."
"Mmm. What if I decide to give you the ride instead, would your head still pound?" He asked in a bit of whisper as he went for her clit.
Meg moaned. "In pleasure."
He raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders, then lifted her gown fully, drawing down her pants. Then he gently bent, with his hands still on her breasts, and he began sucking her clit, and using his tongue to massage inside her.
Meg moaned uncontrollably. She had never felt this pleasure before. She began pleading. "Mitch... please!"
Michael looked up. "Mitch? Call me that again."
"Mitch. Mitch."
He felt happier than ever as he began sucking and licking harder. "Don't ever leave. Don't leave me Meg. I want to be yours."
"Yes. Yes, you're mine Michael. I want to be yours too, I really do." She moaned as she threw back her head, grasping the headrest tightly.
This was more than it. He was more than excited as the urge became too much. Finally, he finally have her. He had been praying for this moment.
"I want to come in, please."
Meg unconsciously reached his trouser zips and drew them down forcefully. "Please, I want you to."
-_-_-_-_
Nanny came to Mo's door and tapped gently. "Mo dear, I'm sorry. I made your favorite pancakes. Okay?" There was silence for a while as Nanny waited.
"Really?" Mo's voice finally came, muffled.
"Yes dear. So please come on."
It took her almost five minutes before she opened the door, with her eyes swollen.
"Nan..."
"Hush. Hush my dear, it's alright. Now come." Nanny comforted as she held her by the shoulders as they made their way downstairs. At the entrance of the sitting room stood Meg, seeming lost and looking like she had been beaten by rain. Her fingers were gripping her bag tightly and Mo thought she just escaped a robbery.
"Meg? Where have you been? We've been waiting for you." Nanny said, going closer to her.
"And were you by any chance attacked? Because I mean... you're a mess. Even your hair." Mo added, gazing at her inquisitively. "What happened Meg?"
She took a deep breath, then gave a fake smile. "Come, let's sit first."
"Fine, fine... just spill it already." Mo said impatiently as they all went to sit at the couch. "So?"
"I went to see Richard today."
"Doctor Richard? Okay. And?"
"I'm going to be experiencing seizures soon." She dropped the bomb. Mo blinked twice. Nanny drew her head and gazed at her like she just said a silly thing.
"What?"
"And... convulsions. Maybe." Meg shrugged. "The poison was one that targeted my brain."
"Oh my God, Meg! Oh Jesus, come here." Mo gasped, drawing her close into a warm hug. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I should have...I... should have been with you." She sobbed.
"Mo, it's fine. Even if you were, you still wouldn't have prevented it."
Nanny was just looking at the both of them, lost completely. "Okay can someone please bring me to what you guys are talking about? Because the both of you are sounding so insane right now. What the hell do you mean by Meg is going to...have seizures? How?!!"
Meg gasped immediately, and Mo covered her mouth. "Oh my God," she turned to her and raised a hand cose to her ear as she whispered. "You never told her since then?"
Meg widened her eyes. "No! I didn't. And we didn't even remember! I thought she already knew!" Meg whispered back in panic.
"Oh God!"
Nanny was growing impatient. She had to stand up in confusion and agitation. "Megan! Morgan!! What's happening here?!" Then she gripped the edge of the cushion and took a deep breath. "Meg, what happened to you? Tell me, it's alright. Just say it." She persuaded calmly. But the twins knew. All mothers seem the same. They coax you into telling them your secrets and then you're so dead.
Mo looked at Meg. "Let's tell her now."
Megan shut her eyes tightly and shook her head.
"Meg was poisoned, at a party." Mo blurted it, leaving Meg weak.
"WHAT?!!!"
"Nanny, I'm..." She wanted to say she was okay now, but that would only make Nanny Fiona more mad. Okay? With convulsions?
"I'm sorry. " Meg said as she bent her head in guilt.
"No, 'we' are sorry. I was the one that suggested we don't tell you yet." Mo added. Nanny stood terrified for a moment, seeming to find her voice.
"So, what the both of you here now are trying to say is that you!...," she pointed at Meg who quickly bent her head lower. "Megan, was poisoned at some party and I'm just knowing about it now? Why?" She asked at the verge of tears.
"No, no Nanny don't do this," Mo quickly came to her and held her shoulders. "Please, we're sorry. It was...the last party we attended that I told you we were sleeping over at Emily's place. We lied, she was at the hospital then." Mo concluded slowly, feeling more guilty and horrible.
Meg looked up in tears. "I'm so sorry, Nan."
She began coming to where she was sitting, and gently sat beside her. "How are you feeling? Are you okay now? Do you hurt anywhere?" She threw her questions with seconds, holding her Meg's chin as her gaze burned with worry into her eyes.
Meg nodded. "I'm okay... now. Better. " She paused and gazed steadily at Nanny who nodded with a smile. " I'm sorry, Nanny. We didn't want to worry you. And it was very late at night and we figured that..."
"Yeah... yeah, we figured that you might come hurrying that night over to the hospital and...it was so dangerous...and..." Mo was loosing words as her lips trembled.
"Come. Come sit dear." Nanny gently called to her. She came to where they were sitting and took her former position.
Nanny held the both of them and rubbed their palms. "I'm sorry dears. I should...I should have been better. I should have known what you both were passing through. I'm so sorry."
Meg shook her head and squeezed her palm in return. She wanted to say something, but she lost her words.
"Nan, you've always been there. You try your best for us despite how you're already getting old. We should be..."
Nanny drew her head back and threw Mo a gaze. "Old? What? I'm still 54!" The girls laughed. Nanny held them closer and kissed their foreheads. "It's okay. I love you both. And I'm happy to be given a permanent stay in your lives."
"You weren't Nan. You chose it. You chose to be here with us forever. You didn't leave us." Meg said.
"And I won't. " She smiled. "And, it was also so nice of Mr. Adams to include me in his will else I would have, long ago." She joked as the girls chuckled, hugging her more. "You girls should please not try this again. Ever. I get to know everything, please."
"Yes ma'am." Mo smiled.
"No, I'm serious. I'm not going to forgive you guys next time." She said, then sat up, disentangling them from the hug. "So? What did Richard say was the solution? Can't he do something?"
"He said I was going to be put under some tests and then observation. He said I'll be fine and might not experience them if I'm properly taken care of."
"Well then he should do that! He should make sure you're properly taken care of!" Mo yelled, her face reflecting pure fear.
"Morgan, calm down. He will, okay? I'll be fine."
"Well you keep on saying that." She frowned as she folded her arms. Meg smiled and punched her playfully.
"Come on. I will, because I believe it. " She turned to Nanny. "I'll be okay. Won't I? " A steak of tear escaped her eyes as she tried stopping it. Nanny bent and kissed her forehead. "Ofcourse dear. You will."
"I also visited the company..."
"Right. You said over the phone. What were you doing at AH?" Mo suddenly became curious again.
"I went to gather Dad's remaining files and documents. I'm trying to investigate and find out who's really doing this."
"Do you think it'll be from the company?" Mo asked.
"I don't know but...we have to start somewhere right? Someone is really trying to kill us all Nanny. The same people that killed Mom and Dad."
Nanny nodded pensively. "Someone sure is. And you guys have to be extra careful. Where're the documents?"
"In the trunk. Mo, please you can help me out with it. I'll be in my room for now, I'm exhausted." Meg said as she picked up her bag and stood up. "And Mo, " she suddenly turned to her. "What's wrong, your eyes are a bit swollen."
"Oh," Mo brows twitched as she gave Nanny a gaze. "Nothing really, it's just...I was rubbing my eyes earlier. Dust."
Meg hummed in response as she nodded. "Okay, sorry. I'll be in my room now."
"Get enough rest!" She shouted after her.
As she entered her room, she flung her bag and slumped on her bed. Enough with the day's incidents. First was Dr. Richard's heartbreaking news, then bashing into James' car, and the mightiest of it all that all her thoughts circled on, the affair with Michael recently. In a car! And it was so close before...
She held her hair and scattered it, trying to drown her yells. The whole thing was driving her crazy.
"Who knew the whole talk about sex being so pleasurable was a fallacy! Oh God. " She groaned in pains. It was painful. This was extreme pain for her. A punishment. And she was relieved that they didn't really have it. Alas!