ANMELDENMICHELA;I didn’t say a word, but the insult still sank deeper than it should have. Maybe because she had walked into the one place that felt like mine and thrown it at me like she had every right. I kept my eyes on her face. Jessika arched a brow, watching me with the bright, expectant look of someone who had come specifically to get a reaction.I was not going to give her one, I told myself. “If you don’t have anything else to order, I’ll get this ready,” I said.I turned to leave, but Jessika stood up so fast her chair scraped against the floor.“Is that how you treat guests here?” she snapped, loud enough to cut through the café. Several heads turned at once. “How dare you walk away while I’m still talking?”My stomach tightened. I had already had enough of both of them for one morning, but customers were watching now. The last thing I wanted was a full scene in the middle of service.“You don’t have to make a scene,” I said through my teeth, hoping she would be reasonable enough
MICHELA;At that moment I regretted whatever had made the day a public holiday. If it had been a normal school day, I would have been in class, Nathan would have been in class, Jessika would have been wherever girls like her went to be admired. None of them would have had the free time to walk into the café like they owned the morning and start ordering me around.I swallowed hard, eyebrows pulling together tighter. Sophie was no longer nearby. She clearly had not realized Nathan was coming in as a customer instead of the usual problem he always was.“I’ll get the waitress,” I managed.I turned to leave, but Nathan stood up so sharply the chair scraped back. Both of his hands hit the table hard enough to make it rattle. The sound snapped through the quiet café and stopped me where I stood, I turned slowly to face him and a smiling Jessika.“How dare you?” he said. “Don’t you work here? Haven’t I seen you serve tables before? Why are you making excuses now?”The noise brought Sophie a
MICHELA; Early morning light filled the bookstore. It came through the front windows in bright strips, landing across the tables and the polished floor. The waitress, Sophie, moved around the café section with a cloth in her hand, fixing chairs that were already straight and talking the whole time. She was filling me in on everything that happened while Miles and I were away… the supplier who had brought in the wrong coffee order, a customer who argued about a bookmark for ten minutes, a little boy who tried to rearrange the children’s shelf by color. I laughed all through her stories, and kept my eyes on the laptop. I was finishing the blog post Celeste had interrupted back at the mansion. I paused, read through the lines and everything was perfect, even more appealing than the first one I had posted. I read it through again. A quiet kind of pride settled in my chest, a satisfied smile rose on my face. Then I made a mental note to add a selfie of mine to the post.
MICHELA;“So big, Daddy,” I mumbled, voice low and tight from reckless want.His eyes darkened, he moved an inch closer, his cock throbbing. I hadn’t touched him but his tip was already shiny with precum just by watching me on my knees.“Ooouh,” I drawled, “Daddy’s tip is soaked already.” I giggled, fingers brushing the sides of his waistline.Miles' hand found my head, he held firmly there while I teased him. The intention was to tease him till he begged for my hands.“Your hard nipples make me go crazy,” he grunted, throwing his head backwards, his hand nudging me already. But I didn’t go for the cock at once. I rubbed my hands down his muscled thighs, and up the hard ridges of his stomach, he was jerking under my touch and that was the sexiest thing ever. He couldn’t meet my eyes either, he let his hand rub my scalp.Finally, I wrapped my hand around his thick length and felt him throb. A curse slipped out of his mouth.“I’ve been thinking about this,” I whispered. “About putting
MICHELA; I jerked up, my heart racing. The dream was still right there… Myron coming too close, that ugly smile, the feeling that he was about to grab my neck. I jerked up so hard my hand grabbed the sheets. Sweat sat on my forehead. The sound I made was enough. Miles turned fast from the chair by the dresser and came straight over. “Are you okay, princess?” He put a hand on my shoulder, sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked around, still shaky. For a second, I couldn't tell where I was. “It’s this house,” I cried. My voice came out thin, eyes shut tight. “It’s scary here, Miles.” I grabbed his shirt with both hands and pressed my face into his chest. “Let’s just go home.” His arms went around me right away. One hand rubbed my back while the other held my head against him. “You’re safe, baby,” he said, patting me softly. “We’re already home. We got back yesterday morning, remember.” I pulled back and looked again. The familiar soft yellow lamp came into view, the de
MICHELA;The door opened behind me, but I didn’t stop to look. I walked straight to the bed, chest thumping as I sat down. Tears blurred my vision, hands buried in my thighs.Miles came in, crossed the room, and crouched in front of me. His hand landed on the bare skin of my thigh.“What did you hear?” he asked quietly, but I only sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry,” he said after a minute.I still couldn’t look at him. This whole house seemed designed to wear me down no matter how hard I tried to hold on, and the worst part was that I had pushed him to come here in the first place because I didn’t want him cut off from his family.“You went to the company, didn’t you?” I asked. My voice sounded thin. I was afraid he was finally doing exactly what his mother wanted, and how much more he would do behind my back, without letting me in on it.He swallowed. His eyes softened. “The company needed me, Chela.”I nodded, I understood that part. But not the part where he kept it from me. “They want







