Backroom Casting Couch Michelle Novels & Stories

I walked over to the couch and sat down. A few moments later Michele returned from the bedroom. She had changed into a loose fitting sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants. Her long hair was now pushed back behind a headband. She looked cute. I tried to keep that out of my mind. I was here for information. She still appeared nervous as she left her little galley kitchen and took a seat on the chair opposite me. For a moment we sat awkwardly in silence. I knew what I wanted to ask, but didn't really know how to get started. "So," she said, "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked. I shook my head. For whatever reason, her talking kick started things and I was able to talk.

I cut her off before she could be done speaking, I couldn't imagine why someone would lay comfortably in her bed and travel down into the land of delusion, she was so good with that. “Shut the fuck up Celine,” I muttered in frustration. “Michelle fucking knows we went over to a brothel last night!” Her pancake fell off from her mouth into the plate while she sat mute, staring at me, and her eyes bewildered.

The people I didn't realize were inside the room emerged from nowhere with cameras and their video gadgets. Jesus Christ, how didn't I realize that they were in the middle of a shoot. "I think I should leave." I muttered wobbly and found myself walking out but Michelle dragged me back. "come on, don't be weird." She scoffed and made me follow her to the couch at the far end of the office. "Are you not tired of coming to Ryker's for help?" Michelle threw at the lady who was just walking up to us in a rather pissed tone.

She has been pressuring me to go to a play or something to cool my head down after I fired a staff for spilling coffee in front of me. We walked inside together and found our seat in the middle row. “Perfect view,” she whispered. I nodded. The stage was right in front of us. Violins. Cellos. A grand piano. Everything set neatly in place. The lights slowly dimmed, and the talking stopped. Michelle pulled out her phone to record the show. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Taking a video,” she replied. Yeah, thanks for the obvious. “Why?” She turned to me like I had just said the weirdest thing in the world. “For memories.”

The old man looked for the words to explain the situation to his boss. “Bring this girl inside right now!” Hugo commanded and turned to get inside the mansion. She was led into the living room where an extravagantly dressed lady was already sitting who looked nothing short of a supermodel. It was Michelle. She quickly sprang up to her feet, clearly confused. Within a few minutes, Camila was awkwardly sitting on a heavily decorated couch, desperately trying not to stain it. Her heartbeat was through the roof. She was left alone with Michelle in the living room while Hugo was supposedly busy taking care of some business in the other room. All Camila could do was to stare in awe at the expensiv

Michelle called out and walk towards him seductively. "What are you doing here?"Grayson said coldly. "I came to check up on you,"Michelle replied. "you should leave now as you can see I'm really busy and I don't want any disturbance,"Grayson said coldly. Michelle sat down on one of the chair in Grayson's study,she doesn't want to leave even when she was asked to because she knows Anya and Jane would laugh at her if she comes out early so she sat down in his study and watch him work.

“The extraction team in the west wing corridor has also been secured. Good work.” “It was Candice,” I corrected. Darian almost smiled. “Yeah… it was Candice.” Claude’s voice returned in my ear. “Killian, we found Michelle.” “Where?” There was a long, careful pause. “East wing sitting room. She has not moved since the lights went out.” Another hesitation. “There is a phone in her hand. It is a burner.” I closed my eyes for a single heartbeat, then opened them again. “I am coming,” I said.

Her eyes looked friendly and channeled a peaceful energy into me. “Thank you. You must be Mia?” I asked. “Yes. Let’s go in.” I took off my shoes and walked inside, following Mia’s footsteps. The inside of their apartment looked cozy and warm. I saw a big teddy bear sitting in the center of the sofa. It’s the same as the one Clara bought yesterday. Mia’s footsteps led me to the dining room. And I saw two beautiful women sitting at the dining table. Lizzy smiled at me, while Anya looked surprised to see me.

Gold City was vast, but its social circles were small. Yet, Christine and I never met. One afternoon, I happened to see their daughter, Alicia, at a buffet restaurant. She was hiding behind an artificial rock decoration and eating a tub of ice cream. She looked like an adorable squirrel with how she was stuffing her cheeks. I stopped in my tracks without thinking and found it impossible to tear my eyes away. A moment later, I heard Christine calling out her name. Alicia heard Christine too, and she widened her eyes in panic, unsure of what to do as she clutched the tub of ice cream.

But at a point, a part of me would remind me that she couldn't take over my position if she managed to snatch Damon away, because winning him didn't mean she won the others too. Still... “Kudos, you did the right thing.” Michelle muttered to me, and not the first time nor the thought did I wish I could hug her tight and say thank you. “Well, you can thank me though.” She smirked at me, and I in turn burst out laughing. “Thank you Michelle.” I said, feeling glad. I relaxed back on the couch I laid on in the sitting room, before taking the remote control off the table, turning the TV on.