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in front of me, saying how considerate he was, and how men usually didn't get the woman off at all. Michelle blinks and rolls her lips, tapping her long fingernails on the cold, stone floor. "Drinks of Waterfall is a good lover," she remarks. "He knows how to please a woman." Cassandra gets a little defensive. She narrows her eyes at Michelle. "That's because he's fucked many. You're nothing special, and don't expect anything more than fucking from him. I should also know that he's a good bedmate." Michelle gasps, looking down at the floor. I chew my lip anxiously. That was a little bit too harsh.

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.

Louisa took a deep breath. Drrrtt Drrrtt Louisa averted her gaze, and looked at her cellphone lying on the dining table. "I'll pick up the call first." Louisa muttered as she stood up and walked closer to the dining table over there. Louisa walked slowly, and picked up the call on her cellphone. A call from one of his house guards who he assigned to guard her backyard. "Yes, Axel? What is it? Is there anything suspicious in the backyard?” Louisa picked up the call with a frown on her forehead, and turned her gaze to Henry and Julian who were still sitting on the sofa.

Michelle said and glanced at Jared through the rearview mirror of the car. Michelle came out of the car and started to walk towards the coffee shop, Juliet following behind her... "Are you trying to prove stubborn ?" Michelle asked when they were both seated opposite one another... they had ordered coffee, but no one had picked it up to take a sip from it... Juliet's eyes were on the smoke coming from the coffee, and she slowly raised her eyes to look at the mother of the man she loved...

“You thrive on attention. I thrive on stress.” He chuckled a little. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this or if he was just really good at faking it. As we climbed to the second floor and entered the hallway, I felt it—those eyes. Dozens of them. Like invisible CCTV cameras tracking our every move. The kind of silence where everyone’s thoughts were loud. And then I saw her. Michelle. Fresh blowout. Peach-colored dress. Lip tint that screamed imported. Even from a distance, I caught her smile. She’d just come back to class after days of skipping. Probably still thought she was the main character.

The floors were covered in a thick soft grey pile carpet and the furnishings were blonde oak. At the far end of the room was a larger desk than those facing each other, and behind it sat Michelle Dubois. She smiled as the doors opened and stood, revealing the very tight mauve colored dress and matching stiletto heels. Her hair had been pulled back in a bun, similar to those Sandra would wear back at the library, but hers was softer with strands of long hair beside her temples and down the back of her neck.

I muttered and ran my hands through Adriana's hair before getting up from the couch I sat on. “Take care of her. I will be back," I instructed, and she bowed slightly as I walked out of the room. The thought of Valerie pushing Michelle off the hill still amazed me. It was hard to believe as Valerie would never do such a thing. If it was the other way around, then it would have been believable. I pushed the door open and walked in without announcement. Michelle, who was seated on the bed, flinched, almost throwing the cup she held to the ground.

Michelle, carried the bowl, and rag to the parlor, to the living room, as she quickly dropped it, and rushed to the older woman, helping her to sit down at a nearby couch. “Mrs. Danni, you shouldn’t have bother coming out from the room, I would have brought it inside, to you or you should have called me to get you your walking stick. Have you forgotten you had a bad back? You shouldn’t be putting too much stress on yourself.” Michelle said handing her the bowl, and rag as the older woman took, it gratefully.

she said, nudging Michelle playfully. "Yes, I remember I wanted to FaceTime Mr. Kittles," Michelle said, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. "I gave a phone to one of the maids so she could help me see Mr. Kittles whenever I wanted. That was very childish of me," she added, which made us all burst into laughter.

Raymond’s voice commanded from behind her. Michelle turned sharply, glaring at him. He had made himself comfortable on a plush leather couch, legs crossed, one arm lazily draped over the backrest. He looked like he owned the place—which, knowing him, he probably did. “Do I have a choice?” she muttered under her breath. Raymond smirked. “Not really.” Michelle shot him a fierce look before snatching the dress from the stylist and marching into the fitting room. “If looks could kill, Raymond would already be six feet under.”