29 Unhappy vibes - II

There was this feeling of impending doom that she felt was clouding around her, ready to rain down any moment.

By far, she had been on the arm of Michael, her fiance while Declan checked with them occasionally.

So far, it has been so good.

Michael was an attentive fiance. He was also attractive to another species, the same as her, but he kept his distance respectfully.

Her hand was never empty and mostly it was personal, alcoholic mocktails, other than a glass of champagne, that she drank in the beginning.

His hand remained in the middle of her back and she felt him glance at her while he conversed with his colleagues.

So far, as she said before, it was good.

What could she expect more from her fiance that was in the same business as her father but? Maybe the relationship between her parents had seen better days initially, but what was in front of her, was in front of her.

Michael was a good match.

Then it went downhill and she had no idea how.

Joyce had been alongside him, the entire time he had talked to everyone. Nothing bad happened, nothing that could possibly room in his mouth and clutch her arm tightly Every time he thought to know when was looking.

It was difficult to control her expression, especially when he was trying to control the blood circulation of her arm.

"Micheal," she whispered, tired of it all, " is everything alright?"

"Yes," he smiled as he looked at her. But as compared to the other smiles he had sent to everyone, this one was fake. "why would anything be wrong?"

"Just asking." She whispered, shaking her head a little bit and letting the topic go.

Taking the answer given to him by her, Michael turned around and continued talking like nothing had happened. It was unnerving.

This continued for a while. His grip would tighten on her arm, and then loosen like nothing had happened. It was as confusing as anything. Was she doing anything wrong?

She had been doing exactly what her mother had asked her to do. Silently stay on the arm of your intended, smile always and talk only when needed to.

But it seems like they were something she was doing wrong and Michael had caught on do it before she had.

After any hour of the same thing happening again and again, Michael tightened its grip on her. I am again before excusing himself from the company and taking her towards a corner that she did not recognise.

He was taking her to a corner alone, without supervision of any members of their families.

"Micheal," Joyce whispered before looking around them. This whole area was particularly empty, and she did not like the feeling of something crawling its way up on her spine.

" Michael, please. I have to return back where my family can see me—Ah!" She gasped in pain when his grip on her arm tightened and further, to the point where it felt unbearable.

"Would you shut up for a second?" He hissed as he continued to work at the end of the whole, where it was a deadened, and he shoved her towards the wall.

"Is that what you do?" His eyes were red and a vein became prominent on his forehead. "Do you always try to act like you are so righteous and shy when you have all the attention on you and you know it?"

"What," she gulped, " what are you talking about, Michael?" What has she done?

"I swear to god," his hand reached his throat and squeezed, " if you continue this, then you would not survive the first one of our marriage."

Her eyes widened from the lack of air. There were rumors about him that were true then.

"I do not think that this is the way you treat your fiance." The voice froze michael. "My advice would be to let her go. Now."