Please I want you

I wasn’t supposed to notice her like that.

Not in a house like this. Not on my first day. Not when I was standing there trying to act like I belonged somewhere I clearly didn’t.

But the moment she stepped into the room, everything else faded, at first it was just a quick glance but then…

The soft, deliberate click of heels against marble. Slow. Controlled. Confident, Whoever she was… she was used to being watched, I looked up, my gaze followed her every move, she didn’t just walk down the stairs it felt like she owned everything.

Tall well, not overly tall, but the way she carried herself made her seem taller. Her posture was perfect, shoulders relaxed but straight, chin slightly lifted like the world existed beneath her.

Her hair fell effortlessly around her shoulders, dark and smooth, catching the morning light in a way that made it look almost unreal. Not a strand out of place, yet it didn’t feel forced.

Her skin glowed, I’ve never seen anyone this spotless, her creamy chocolate skinned color blended plainly with her beauty figure.

I forced myself not to stare too hard, but it was impossible not to notice.

Every curve was… intentional. Not exaggerated, not artificial. Just perfectly balanced. The kind of figure that didn’t beg for attention but demanded it anyway.

Her waist pulled in just enough. Her hips curved in a way that made your eyes linger longer than they should. And the way her outfit hugged her? It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t revealing, but damn it was giving.

And then her eyes met mine, of a split second I thought she’d look away, but her beautiful charming crystal eyes were extremely bold, they caught me hands down, I just stared at her and for a moment it felt like the world paused waiting for us.

Her tongue brushed lightly against her lower lip, and just like that she turned her gaze away flipping her hair to the back.

“Good morning, dad.” Her voice was soft and nothing but smooth.

(Mira’s POV)

My father barely glanced up. “Morning. Aren’t you late for school?”

I stopped, turning my head slightly toward him.

“Have you checked the time?” I asked calmly. “I’m not late.” I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze towards the living room area making sure to avoid Grey’s intimidating stare on me.

“Fine…” my dad response was short

“Good morning… Mother”

“Morning darling” she smiled, staring at me with those fake caring eyes.

Honestly sometimes I wonder how mum keep up with her act especially in front of people, this woman would never call me anything other than Miranda when we’re alone but this is her fake caring in front of our guest.

“This is Mrs. Calloway,” my father said, gesturing briefly. “Our new housemaid.”

I nodded once.

Then his gaze shifted slightly.

“And that’s her son. Gray. He’ll be attending your school starting tomorrow.”

Hmm Grey, so Mr charming has an amazing name.

My lips twerked into a smirk as I wondered internally.

“I see,” I said simply, setting the glass of water I took a few minutes ago down.

I adjusted my bag over my shoulder. “I need to finish getting ready.”

My father waved me off. “Your driver will take you. He won’t be bringing you back. I have a meeting, so my driver will pick you up after school instead.”

“Ok..”. I replied turning away from my father and heading towards the door, that was it no affection no love nothing.

My mother’s voice.

“Honey… aren’t you going to say goodbye?”

I blinked once.

Slowly.

Then turned back to look at her.

“Sorry,” I said, my tone flat. “Did you just call me honey?”

The room went quiet.

For a second, even she didn’t know how to respond.

Because we both knew all of this was just an act, honestly I wish mom would come out and show the world just a bit of her selfish she is.

The word honey coming out of her mouth irritated me so much, I turned towards the door as I walked out without uttering another word.

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(Mira’s POV – School)

By the time I got to school, the irritation hadn’t left my system.

If anything, it had gotten worse.

“Okay, wait, say that again,” Lila said, leaning closer, her eyes wide with interest. “You’re telling me this guy is that hot?”

I rolled my eyes slightly, leaning back in my chair.

“You don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head. “This isn’t just ‘hot.’ This is ” I paused, exhaling. “dangerous.”

She laughed. “Dangerous?”

“Yes. Like… the kind that makes you look twice without even realizing it.”

Lila glared at me with excitement and envy written all over her eyes.

“Girl listen, only staring at this guy my panties we’re soaked I just didn’t know how it happened but damn and so you know that he’s got over eight inches down there”

Her jaw dropped open, I know she seemed as shocked as I was.

“Girl, you have a boyfriend.”

I ignored that.

“He’s new. Lives in our house. His mom works for us.”

Lila’s brows lifted. “Oh? So now you’re into staff boys?”

“Don’t be stupid,” I snapped lightly. “He’s not like that.” I rolled my eyes.

“What about Ethan?” The question came as a bomb, of course Ethan, my useless boyfriend that has been avoiding me for over a week now.

“He’s been acting weird lately. Distant. Doesn’t pick up calls. I feel like he’s avoiding me.”

Lila frowned slightly. “That’s not normal.”

“I know.”

Before she could respond, the teacher’s voice cut through the room.

“Miss Ashford, Miss Monroe, would you like to share your conversation with the class?”

We both straightened immediately, and turned to listen to whatever rubbish he was teaching. My mind still lingering on the young man I met this morning and honestly I couldn’t help it but get my nipples standing hard again with my dirty thoughts.

And just when it felt like I was going to die in this class I heard the loud ringing of the bell. “Yes!” I screamed jumping up from my desk as I packed my books inside my bag and headed straight for the boys locker room leaving Lila behind.

I needed a distraction and whether Ethan liked it or not he’s definitely going to be one for me.

I stepped in quietly, closing the door behind me before walking closer.

He didn’t notice me at first.

Which made it easier.

I moved behind him, my hands sliding lightly along his arm, then his chest.

“Hey bab” my beautiful charming smile pushed it way through my face.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was unwelcoming but of course I ignored him.

“I just wanted a bit of you” I pulled him over as I smooched my lips on his, my hands going places wanting him to touch me the same way I crave him.

“Mira… fuck … Mira please” he tired pulling me away but I didn’t budge

My hands slowly found its way on his dick, of course this mother fucker was already hard as a rock. “Damnnn” I want to suck you…” I whispered staring at him seductively.

He glared at me, I could see the heat slowly thrilling down his face.

“Mira please don’t …” I pushed his hands down my skirt and he felt my wet panties

“Oh fuck… you’re a fucking bitch” he groaned slightly his hands slowly rubbing my panties and my pussy at the same time.