Falling For The Michaelson Bad Boy

{Diane}

Life can be annoying sometimes, especially during the times your wealthy, business father wants to you to date his rich friend's son for business deals.

Seriously. For business.

"I'm not interested in Thane Darko" I stated to my dad.

He scoffed, looking very pissed at me "You are not always interested, Diane. You are not even interested in anyone!"

"No, it's not like that, da—"

"Then it's like what?" My dad vociferated, his eyes wide and dark at me. "Like what huh?" My dad half yelled, glaring at me. "You rejected all the good guys that wanted you, including Thane Darko. THANE DARKO!"

The room fell silent, but that was only for five seconds.

"Why do you keep turning down those good kids?" He questioned in a low, but angry voice.

I didn't say a word to give him answer. Instead I toyed with my food, while he studied me with those angry eyes.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked out of the blue.

"What?" The question came out in a whisper.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He repeated slowly this time but his tone was firmer.

I stared at my dad suspiciously, then turned my face to my step mom who was smirking at me.

Bitch.

"Honey, we all know she doesn't have a boyfriend, and Thane is just perfect for her" She said innocently to my dad but there an evil simper at the corner of her lips.

At that moment, I wished I could slap that red lipstick off her big mouth.

"Yes" My dad agreed. Of course he would. "Thane's a nice kid, getting close to him will have it's benefit to the company and that will automatically benefit the family a lot"

Of course, that was what mattered to my dad, not my feelings. Business benefits mattered to him a lot and if he does not get what matters to him, I'm afraid he's gonna cut me off. I don't want that so I thought of doing something crazily ridiculous.

"I don't think I need any Thane guy in my life because I wouldn't want to cheat on my boyfriend" I dropped casually like I actually do have a boyfriend I didn't want to cheat on.

My stepmom creased her perfectly shaped dark eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

I placed my palms on the dining table, knowing it was my turn to smirk "What I mean, my dear Julia, is that I have a boyfriend"

She froze while my dad stared at me.

"A good boyfriend. He is rich, he is a celebrity and he treats me right" I added sweetly, all just to piss Julia off and it was working.

"Well...." My dad's harsh tone magically turned slightly mild "What is his name?"

I froze.

He carried on "What does he do? How did you guys meet?..."

I swallowed, knowing I was in big trouble as my dad went on with his questions.

"You will see him one day, dad" I said to him with a fake beam.

"At least give me a name" He urged, smiling a little.

I twisted my mouth nervously, my cheeks going hot and my heart pounding as I thought of someone I could just mention to my dad, then an image slid easily to my brain.

Soft hair, smooth skin, icy blue eyes, pointed nose, perfect shaped lips, dark sexy smirk. . .and only one person came to my mind.

"Harry Michaelson" I blurted out.

No. I didn't. . .I didn't say that, did I?

The big smile on my dad's face told me I had blurted out the wrong name.

"Oh, I love that kid!"

I hate him.

He is a demon inside, and a devil outside. He's got a bad habit of pointing out my mistakes in class like everything I do pisses him off, and he also likes to put me into trouble. All because of him, I had my first detention, imagine that! Now, my dad had said he loves that same guy, the same demonic guy that hates my guts.

"Harry Michaelson" My dad uttered his name, smiling impressively. "Good choice"

Oh, I want to kill myself right now.

"He's that wealthy model, one of the Michaelson triplets, the one with the icy blue eyes and uhhh....bleached hair, right?" My dad asked, gesticulating with his fork. He recognizes the guy so well.

Fuck, I'm in trouble.

With my heart still pounding, I nodded fastly, unable to speak.

"That is great!" Dad is so excited about this "You know his cousin owns a modelling company and his cousin in law is that popular businessman, Ryan Blake" He chuckled after his sentence, glancing at his unhappy wife who quickly forced out a short laugh that had her mouth forming a ridiculous shape, and I couldn't help but also laugh despite the fear in my mind.

The laughter did not last long as my dad said; "I'll like to meet him soon"

Meet him?

"Meet Harry Michaelson?" I asked in a squeaky voice.

"Yes!" He affirmed, smiling.

Oh, nononono.

NO.

****

I am in trouble. Big trouble.

That big trouble is the reason I started trying so hard to avoid Harry Michaelson in school. I know seeing his face will bring back the scene of how I mentioned his name to my dad.

Of all names I could have just blurted out, it had to be Harry Michaelson. He was the popular badboy with cold eyes and dangerous aura. If he didn't look so much like his triplet siblings, I would have argued with people that he jumped out straight from hell to live among human beings on earth.

He was just too. . .inhuman?

The only time he looked human to me was when he cried in the hospital because he thought his dad was going to die. It was the first and last time I ever saw him cry.

I tapped my black pen on the neat brown desk, chewing my lips as I thought of what to do about the trouble I put myself into.

Harry Michaelson. Fuck that guy.

I can't believe his name dropped from mouth when I could have just blurted out someone else's name. I could have said 'Henry Michaelson', Harry's triplet brother, I could have said anything except 'Harry Michaelson'.

I blew out air and raised my head a little, and what happened next? I locked eyes with Harry.

Perfect? Nope.

I am staring at the same Harry I was thinking about.

The cold dickhead was standing at the front of the class, and Jesus, he is so tall and muscular, the black round neck shirt and black leather jacket that gave him the devil's appearance fitted him perfectly.

I moved my eyes to his hair and I saw soft, neat and newly dyed locks on his head, then I dropped my gaze to his cold eyes. They were right on me, causing an involuntary shiver.

I can't believe I had this guy's name in my mouth back in my dinning room.

Harry strolled towards me, a hand in the pocket of his fitted, black pants that matched with his black shirt.

The closer he got to me, the louder I screamed 'Jesus!' in my head.

He stared intently at me like he knew I lied in the dining room. That made me ask myself;

'What the fuck have I done?'

He reached my seat, and strode past it. I released my breath but held it back when he suddenly paused.

With my side eye, I saw him rotate his body to me, his blue eyes directly on me, then he took some steps to the seat right beside mine and lowered himself on it.

Harry Michaelson has decided to sit at my side.

Oh, God, I think I can't breathe anymore.