You Can Run! But You Can't Hide!

Ch. 8

Michelle's POV

I wait patiently for Gwendolyn to return to her apartment. This place is so run down I just don't see why she won't come live with me willingly.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes as I think about how Barack has been trying to get my attention all week long. He needs me, and he knows it.

After a while of waiting I get bored, standing up I start snooping around. I look in her fridge to see it's barely enough for two people, so I send one of the agents to go buy my baby more food.

I walk into the bedroom to see the most girlish room I've ever seen in my life. I look in the closet to see all of A'niya's clothing, so that means the dresser belongs to Gwendolyn.

I smile from ear to ear when I open her underwear drawer. I pull out a black laced thong, I twirl them around my finger for about two minutes in deep thought. I ball the thing up and stove them into my pants suit pocket.

I walk back out of the room, back into the living room. The agent is finally back after about a good thirty minutes. I watch as he restocked the fridge, the cabinets, and I smile when I see he went the extra mile to get her new placemats, and chinaware.

You're a good man Rogers, remind me to raise your pay when getting back to the white house. I say to him, causing him to smile and nod his head.

Turning on the TV, I flip through the channels only to see that they have three channels. I make a call the company she's with, telling them she wants all channels, and to put the bill in my name. Then I send Rogers back out with a list of things to get this place.

She needs a serious makeover for this place. I say to myself.

Gwendolyn's POV

A'nyia, and I finally get to the complex. When we get to our unit there's people lookup in awe. Then I turn to see all our furniture, and clothing sitting next to the garbage.

No, that's our stuff! I shout running over, as people taking our things as if it's a free yard sale.

I'm not late on rent, so why is this happening to us? I think to myself, as I walk up the stairs to our apartment.

When I open the door, A'nyia and I are quickly pulled inside. Looking around at our apartment it's now unrecognizable.

The walls have been painted a neutral creme color, and the couch has been replaced by a black sectional with plush white and black pillows.

The old coffee table is now a glass table, the old tv is now a new 45-inch tv hanging on the wall, right below it is a little stand with glass doors and inside of it is different game consoles.

My eyes fall over to the kitchen where things have been made new. I've only been gone five hours how is this possible. Sitting at the new table with her hands folded is Michelle smirking all amused.

With a snap of her fingers, two of her agents take A'nyia to our room. Hearing her gasp then squeal, I can only guess the room was made over as well. She runs in slamming the door shut behind her and completely forgets about her own mother.

Michelle's POV

Gwendolyn, you're looking more beautiful every day. I say standing up from our kitchen table and yes I said our because what's mine is hers.

Why won't you just leave me and my child alone? Gwendolyn questions with those deep brown eyes.

The answer is so simple my love. You are mine, and I can't stand to be away from you for so long. I say dismissing the question.

You showed up to my job, scared my co-workers and boss. You can't do that, someone could've gotten hurt or worst I could've lost my job. You don't own me and I'm not yours. Gwendolyn says making me lost my temper quickly.

I turn around swifter than she can react, grabbing her by her jawline, lifting her off the ground a few inches, and holding her against the wall.

I don't wanna hurt her, but she needs to learn who's the stronger partner in this relationship, besides she's as light as a feather so we both know it's me.

Listen closely my love, because my patience is running low with you. If you disobey the next move will make you not able to sit on that pretty little plump ass for a week. I say in her ear inhaling her sweet scent.

Now you do belong to me, I basically own and run everything in this fucking country. So if you try to leave I'll be where ever you go, Gwendolyn, I will take everyone out in your life until you understand that you belong to me. I tell her slowly so she gets it in her head that she's stuck with me.

Gwendolyn looks like a cross between a cute scared little bunny or a baby deer caught in headlights. 2

Leaning in I run my tongue from the base of her neck all the way up to her ear in a possessive manner. I move between her legs, making them spread while I run my knuckles over her exposed stomach.

You don't know how bad I wanna take you right here Gwendolyn. How bad I wanna hear you scream in pleasure and pain. I say as I bite down unto the base of where her neck and shoulder meet.

She goes to cry out, but I press my thumb unto the swollen numb I feel through her black tights, causing her to moan instead. I smirk against her skin then I pull away, watching her drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

I squat down in front of her, lifting her head by her chin so she can look me in the eyes.

I'll be back tomorrow after I'm done at the office, I'll be picking A'nyia up from school, have dinner ready for me when we get here. I say then press a kiss unto her lips before she can protest, then I leave as quickly as I came.

She tastes sweet just like I imaged, I can't wait to get to her tomorrow, my beautiful Gwendolyn. I think as I climb into the back of the limo.

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I don't know if I mention this or not, I feel like I didn't but Michelle is a GP in this story. If you don't know what that looks it up if you don't like it stop reading my story.
Sorry about the delay with updates but I've been uber busy.

Also, I've decided to discontinue Adopted By Janet Jackson for now, until I get more inspiration for it.

Thank you for your support it means a lot to me truly it does.