All Chapters of HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MICHELA;“Ms. Stewart.”The department representative’s voice cut across the lecture room with enough force to make several heads turn at once. I looked up from my phone, the smile on my face dying down at once. “You are wanted at the Student Affairs Office. Now.”The urgency in his tone sent questioning eyes in my direction. My stomach tightened on instinct. Being called out in the middle of class never felt neutral, no matter what it was about. I scanned my conscience in a quick, useless rush… Had I done anything that would warrant standing before the strict Dr. Maximo? I searched my conscience again… Late assignments, missed attendance, anything that might explain the summons, and found nothing solid enough to hold onto. Or could it be because I had stayed away for a few days, the days I fell ill and then the trip?I opened my mouth to ask what it was about, but the boy was already turning for the door, clearly not interested in questions.“What now?” Jemy whispered, leaning in

MICHELA; “So, you're saying, my Michela will be on a stage like a conventional speaker?” Miles teased, he was standing over the stove and flipping the truffle mushroom pasta he was making us for dinner. But a conventional speaker? “You make it sound even more terrifying,” I said, reaching for an apple on the kitchen island. He chuckled softly, but when he didn't hear me laugh, he turned to meet my eyes. I sat on the long stool by the island in nothing but one of his oversized shirts. I had quickly grabbed the shirt after I walked out of the bathroom, threw it over, and joined him in the kitchen. I had no idea the fabric was slipping off one shoulder and pooling around my thighs until his eyes lingered there; I was too worried to have noticed. I shifted slightly on the seat, burning hot under his stare. “Nothing is terrifying about that, Kitten. Okay, maybe a little discomforting,” he said and continued adding a little more spice to the food on the stove. “But that's why

MICHELA; Walking out of the lecture hall, I was stunned. My face was on the posters lining the corridor walls. The papers were bright, bold lettering, the same balcony photo smiling back at me from every other pillar. But I didn't know how to react, especially to what came with it. Being known at Rockville had always meant something out of the ordinary… Stares that are capable of making you miss and mix up your steps. Then the side talks and hands being waved at you from faces you don’t even recognize. But that's not all… it also calls for more foes than friends. A few weeks ago I had been known as the girl who waited for Nathan, the girl hiding her curves in heavy clothes, who sat around like her whole day depended on whether he looked her way. He was the only reason I joined events happening in the school. That version of me still lived in people’s memories. But the looks I got now were different…. Something closer to admiration than disgust. Jemy walked beside me with h

MICHELA;I walked out of the bathroom with a towel barely holding around my body. It was too small for me and I knew it, but it had come in handy. The cloth stretched across my chest and dipped high on my thighs, leaving most of my buttcheeks uncovered. Miles was leaning against the headboard with a glass of red wine in his hand, like he had been keeping himself busy while he waited. The moment he saw me, the glass stopped halfway to his mouth. My fingers lingered at the fold of the towel intentionally, I already knew what I was going to do with it. His eyes moved over me slowly, like he was seeing me for the first time all over again. When they finally lifted to my face, the need in them made my stomach tighten.I loosened the towel and let it fall. It dropped around my feet in a soft heap, I didn’t cover myself. I stood there and let him look. Miles still didn’t move at first, he adjusted further against the headboard like he was in a fucking cinema.He raised the glass, took a s

AUTHOR;Nathan made it to the car before her name stopped ringing in his head.Her name still echoed with every footstep he took back to the lot.The cheering and the sounds of clapping were still coming out of the arena behind him, mixed up with overly excited voices. He yanked the driver’s door open, dropped into the seat, and slammed it shut hard enough to shake the frame. The noise from the Gala dulled the moment he sat into the driver's seat and jammed the door, but it didn’t disappear. It was like a bad song he didn't want to listen to, he rested his head against the steering wheel.Jessika got to the passenger side a few seconds later and pulled the handle.Locked.She knocked on the window, already annoyed. “Nathan, open the door.”He lifted his head, darted her a glance, and moved his face away to the dashboard, his jaw hurting from clenching too hard. Behind his eyes, he could still see Michela on that stage… shiny boots, skirt that hugged her curves perfectly, jacket shi