Todos los capítulos de HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

MICHELA;He sat behind the desk, white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His green eyes met mine for a second, then pulled away fast as he focused back on the laptop in front of him. From the way his fingers moved across the keyboard, I could tell he was going through last week’s sales. I stood in the doorway with Nathan’s words still heavy in my head. Miles had no idea what was hanging over the bookstore. And now that I stood at the door, looking at him, I already knew how devastated he would be if he got to know about Nathan’s threat.Miles loved this place. Ever since we added the café, he had thrown even more of himself into it. Watching him work made the threat sit harder in my chest. I swallowed and blinked hard, trying to push the thought down for now.“Come in if you want to, kitten,” he said without looking up for long.I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me. Miles kept working, his mouth set in a thin line. I sat in the chair across from him. Then the though

MILES;I watched him turn around, tugging at his tie as he walked back to the black SUV and the waiting driver. His shoulders shook with that ugly little laugh of his, he was still acting like that competitive sad boy at fifteen even after all these years.I stood in the driveway with my hands clenched at my sides, stomach tight with anger. Myron had no right to show up here. I was already furious that our mother had sent him, but what pushed me closest to the edge, bursting my bile was the way he talked about Chela.He had looked up at the window, caught sight of her, and twisted his mouth like the sight offended him. Then he asked if I was patronizing prostitutes now.Grabbing his jaw tight, so tight that my fingers dug into his flesh was the least of the things I wanted to do to him there and then. The words were still sitting in my ears. My jaw locked so hard it ached. I was only one second away from punching him hard in the face. I knew Myron. I had always known him, but what

MICHELA;Morning came, but my eyes were still closed when I felt Miles shift beside me. His hand brushed my arm, then settled against my forehead. The touch was warm, but I must have felt hotter, because a second later he sat up fast.“Chela, you’re burning up.” His voice was rough with sleep and already tight with worry.“What?” I mumbled, opening my eyes slowly.A thick, pulsing ache sat behind my eyes, and deeper down a hard cramp twisted through my stomach. I sucked in a breath and pulled my knees toward my chest, curling up on the bed.Miles carefully drew me closer until my cheek rested on his thigh. His palm moved slowly over my hair.“I think you’re under the weather,” he said.“My stomach hurts,” I said, near-crying. Another cramp rolled through me, stronger this time, and a small broken sound escaped my throat as I curled tighter on the mattress. My skin felt sticky with heat. Even the sheet against my legs was feeling too hot already.“Wait here.”He eased a pillow under m

MICHELA;The supermarket was one of the biggest in town. Miles and I had shopped here more times than I could count because each time he mentioned grocery shopping, I was choosing this particular supermarket.It was at the center of the city, it had different sections to it; a unisex salon, a video game loft, a cafe, and then the vast supermarket. It was just like a mini gathering spot for the elites, and trust me to always want to mingle with the fine things of life.Jemy pushed the cart while I walked beside her, still moving a little carefully after the allergy. Not like it still hurt so much, but I was reminded of the terrible stomach ache earlier each time I laughed out loud.We had already filled half the basket with things she swore she needed, fruit, bread, a ridiculous amount of snacks. Jemy had insisted I grab a smaller cart for myself while she threw in some of the sweets she knew I really enjoyed.Jemy had joined the long queue when she remembered one more item and asked m

MICHELA; “Nathan,” I gasped, eyes fixed on his face. I stood frozen in the doorway. I never imagined he would show up this early, and certainly not with a man who looked ready to hand out formal punishment to everyone around. Nathan smirked hard, both hands buried deep in his pockets, his shoulders stood out, like the keys to the doors of heaven had just been handed to him. And his face? It had the expression of someone who thought he had just won something enormous. “Good morning, Mr. Stewart,” the man in the suit said. He stretched out his hand, and Miles took it in a firm handshake, unflinching. “To what do I owe this unannounced visit, Mr. Greenwood?” Miles asked, releasing his hand. Mr. Greenwood? The name clicked immediately. He was the consultant and manager who handled the land and lease for the bookstore. I had seen him once years ago with Nathan’s father when Miles renewed the agreement. My stomach sank. It was finally happening! Moving my eyes from Miles’ face