บททั้งหมดของ HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 136

MILES; I knew what I did. The guilt of Celeste’s arms around my neck in my office at M&M sat heavy on me as I watched Michela storm into the house, purse and heels clutched against her stomach like a shield. Her shoulders were tight, her steps were too fast like she was warning me not to follow her or even try to stop her. I wanted to call her back. I tried to call her back, but when I opened my mouth, nothing useful came out—only guilt, sitting on my tongue where her name should have been. I had not asked Celeste to curl her hands around me like that. That part was true. What I could not deny was the other part… I had not drawn a clean line when she did it. I was supposed to set a clear boundary. She was my brother’s wife, and I belonged to another. Had I set the boundary, none of this would have happened. Celeste wouldn't have found her way to the house; she wouldn't have had the guts to touch the lapels of my suit the way she did before Michela. I sat in the truck l

MICHELA; I walked down to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Jemy was already asleep. I guess the day had been a lot and worn her out, and I was not about to wake her. Earlier she had held my hand and told me I could stay as long as I needed. She had said Elena could show me to a room, or I could share hers. She even pointed out the section of her closet with new items… night robes, underwear, whatever I might need if I didn't feel like going back to the house yet. “You’re not even sure Miles is home,” she had said, and as much as I had to admit that, she was right. The kitchen door moved easily under my hand. I checked for the maids, my eyes peering in before my entire body. But the kitchen was empty, the lights had been turned low, and I really needed the water, so I went in, bent to the lower cabinet, and took a bottle from the pack. When I turned, Nathan was in the doorway. Leaning lightly against the frame. Watching me. I swallowed hard. His eyes moved from my fac

MILES;Punching Nathan and leaving him with a bleeding nose was never part of the plan.Now I just kept one hand in my hair, rubbing through it roughly; my eyes stayed on the road, and the wheel locked in my grip like it had done something wrong. I didn’t look at Michela. Many times I felt her eyes on me, watching me… that steady side-stare like she was finding it hard to recognize the man behind the wheel.I wasn’t proud of what I did to Nathan, or where I did it. Hitting that arrogant boy like that, and in his father’s courtyard was messy, the kind of thing that could turn into phone calls and lawyers by morning. But a part of it felt really satisfying. I’d been meaning to leave him with something that would last him a while, and putting his hands on Michela was the only push I needed to get me on it.My stomach knotted at the thought of it… watching him force his mouth on her… watching her push and him press harder anyway…. I would wait for a thousand lawyers if I had to.I coul