When I met Mike, it was the best thing that happened to my life. I had never known anyone so gentle and perfect.
The first time we met was during a travel show. It was a group trip, six days in Croatia. Best trip I’ve ever taken.
On the first day, we arrived at ABNB and got settled in before exploring the small town of Kastel.
The second day I opted for a photoshoot, and I met with a photographer that morning. She suggested what colors of clothes to wear for better photos. We took pictures at six different locations. Funny enough, she was very good at helping me with my pose because I’m very terrible at photos.
It was during the pose that I first met with Mike. Just like me, it was his first solo trip without having friends in his company.
I was shooting the pictures at the beach when my photographer pointed out an obvious observation.
“That gentleman over there seems to be admiring you,” she said as a smile settled on her face.
I turned around to look, and I was quick to spot Mike staring at me seductively as he sipped his wine. He was tall, his white skin glowed brightly, he had a yellow shirt on, but his biceps were still obvious. He was seated alone under a shade, helping himself to a glass of red wine.
I smiled and continued posing, this time giving it my best. Ever since I divorced my ex-husband, I didn’t really give love a chance, and I saw all men as people who only saw women as trophies.
The trip was for six days, and I had spent three days constantly receiving glances from Mike.
On the fourth day, I decided to have a little stroll, and I ended up having dinner at Spice Asian Food. They had a live D.J, and their food was pretty good and very affordable. I ordered shots with my drink; they’re on the weaker side.
After spending a few hours at the restaurant, Mike walked in and walked over to where I sat.
“May I join you? He asked.
“Of course, you can,” I said as I lifted my purse from the
Seat close to mine, making room for him to sit.
“You’re part of us?
“Us? Us who? I asked.
“The travel team,” he said while signaling the waiter with his hands.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, still sipping my wine.
“I’ve seen you around. You were the one taking shots at the beach,” he said.
Startled, I asked, “have you been stalking me? I asked while raising my eyebrows. “of course not. I was at the beach too, and I saw you; I could recall the face now,” he said as the waiter brought his order to the table. He had ordered another round of what I was drinking for me.
“Shots, huh? He asked.
“Oh, yeah. I mix them. It’s a habit to prevent me from going off-balance,” I explained.
We had too many drinks and conversations about different things ranging from
We ended up having two many drinks, and we exchanged numbers. We messaged a little, and he asked me if he would see me again. No one else was asking - so I thought, why not?
We went to a bar, and I don’t smoke, but I still walked around with a lighter, there was no special reason, but I needed something to keep my hands busy on days when I was nervous, and this was one of those days so I asked him if we could go outside. We were casually chatting when a very intoxicated man asked if he could borrow my lighter. I handed it to him, and he put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘You’re awesome!’
I found it absurd, and It felt like Mike could read my emotions; my date went into full meltdown mode. He stood up, pushed the guy, and said, ‘What do you think you’re doing, mate?’ The guy innocently tried to apologize when my date pushed him again and said, ‘You can see she’s here with someone! Back the …. up!’
I was startled.
We spent the few days remaining going on different dates, bumping into each other, becoming friends, and getting to know each other.
A few days later and we got married. But, ever since I got pregnant, Mike has been acting strange.
The night before, I had tried to seduce Mike. I wore my favorite nightgown, the one he liked, and while we cuddled, my hand found its way into his trousers, and I tried caressing his dick, but he felt uneasy and rolled over to the other side.
“Mike, do you even love me anymore?” I’ve asked him this several times, but the answers never change.
“Of course I do baby, why would you even ask that?”
“Why are you holding back? I want you.”
“I’m not holding back. I’m trying to protect you and our baby.”
“We are fine. We don’t need protection.”
“I would believe you, but the doctor specifically told me to be very watchful and careful.”
This has been our conversation for as long as we remember, and since he wasn’t changing his mind, I had to take matters into my own hands.
It was a hot summer evening, and I had just returned from a visit tongue hospital. Mike wasn’t home, but everything was organized.
Ever since I got pregnant, Mike has been keeping up with the house chores and has been very supportive.
I took a shower and laid on the bed to ease the stress, it had been a long day, and I needed rest. The doctor had warned me severally not to endanger the life of my unborn child.
I had always thought my first child would be a girl, but biology had other plans. During the pregnancy scan, it was revealed that I was pregnant with a girl, and Mike was very happy about it; on the other hand, I secretly wished it was another boy.
I woke up to find Mike sitting at the edge of the bed, rubbing my feet.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I asked with sleepy eyes.
“Massaging your feet, one of the books I read stated that pregnant women should get feet rub from their spouses very often,” he said while he kept rubbing my feet.
I needed the foot massage, but I wish he would focus on the exact places I needed him more.
“Well, thank you, but don’t you think pregnant women also need sex?” I asked, knowing this conversation wouldn’t end well.
“How many times do I have to say this? I’m trying to protect our unborn child,” he said, and I recognized the tone of anger in his voice.
Mike hated repeating himself; convincing him to change his mind was something I’ve never been successful in, and I’ve accepted my fate.
“Our baby is safe. Aren’t you bothered about what I want? What I really want?” I took a pillow and cried into it.
“I’m not doing this with you today” he left the room in annoyance and slammed the door.
This is a tip of what I face daily. Mike is a very hard-working man, but sometimes his fear gets the best of him.
We had dinner reservations at a restaurant; it was my favorite restaurant when I was still single. I loved the experience and the great essence of culture it had.
I had told Mike that I wanted a stroll, it was a cool evening, and we were both bored at home.
He embraced the idea, and he made some reservations for us at a big restaurant.
We live in Great Britain, which is not only unique, but also the restaurants here made me experience a great essence of culture.
Upon arrival, we were greeted by the receptionist, who showed us around and asked if we would love to sit indoors or outdoors.
Since I was a love of nature, I chose the outdoor. The outdoor dining is open-air with water sprinklers, desert coolers, theme mood lights, a fountain, and an overview from the top to look at another hotel.
We heard songs over the restaurant speakers, and it called off as a perfect night.
In Appetizers, we ordered Superfood Salad which is so humongous in serving that it was difficult for the 2 of us to finish it. The salad was itself like a meal full of proteins, fruits, vegetables, nuts, dressings, and dried fried cheese. For Kids, BBQ pizza was the best option which wasn’t spicy, but the Chicken pieces on pizza had a totally different taste, and that makes it special.
In the main course, we ordered T-Bone Steak, the biggest steak portion I have ever eaten. It was like 350g cut juicy and tender from inside. Followed by a Mixed Grill meal which came with small steak, lamb ribs, chicken sausages, and sheesh tawooq server with rice, sautéed vegetables, and fries.
Refreshing drinks were ordered, which included a Blue lagoon and Raspberry Mojito. It was so good that I finished it in one go while it was hitting my taste buds.
In the end, for Dessert, we ordered the Chocolate fondue with Vanilla and Strawberry ice cream, and the molten Chocolate fondue was just amazing.
“I love this place,” I said out loud.
I ordered another round of some refreshing drinks.
Mike wasn’t comfortable with it; he kept asking the receptionist if the meals and drinks were harmless for a pregnant lady.
When his drink was served, he refused to take it and asked for sparkling water instead.
“Why won’t you drink anything?” I asked him fully aware that he wouldn’t change his mind
“If I do, then who’s going to drive you back home? “He asked
“I’m pregnant, not handicapped, and I can pretty much take care of myself,” I said
“Oh well, I’ll have just a sip.”
“That’s better than not taking anything at all.”
Already, I had instructed the receptionist to add something to Mike’s drink. It was the only way I could get him to do what I wanted.
Mike was a bit tipsy, but he managed to drive us home safely.
When we got into the house, Mike held my hands as if he was afraid I might escape, and for a moment,
I was seized by love.
I put my arms around him and felt his masculine arms around me.
Mike pulled me to a halt when we got to the bedroom door. His arms crutched me to him as if he needed me as much as I needed him. We were so close that I could feel every inch of his hard boy pressed to mine. For an instant, I was afraid.
But, the green gaze that regarded me was so intently familiar and filled with hunger. I had hoped that he was so romantic. When his head slowly lowered, my heart began to race.
I felt his hand behind my back start to tremble, and I was astonished to see a trace of uncertainty flush in his eyes. Surely this confident man who held me so boldly couldn’t be waiting for my permission.
Still, I gave it, whispering, “Mike…” At that instant, his lips seized mine, and before I knew it, the fire was raging between us. The joining of our lips seemed to contain intense energy; I thought it would consume me.
So much longing and desperation- that, too. All doubts sank to the recesses of my mind as the heat between us intensified, and a need I had not known exploded into raw hunger.
At that moment, I realized how much I needed him. My legs trembled as his tongue touched my lips and slipped into my mouth.
Instead, I responded to every touch, and somehow I realized I was clinging to him as if my life were forfeit. I heard the small throaty sound I was making. Moan. I felt his entire body shaking, and I felt the hard evidence of his manhood pressing against mine; I knew where it was leading, and I wanted it…