Michael Myers Aesthetic Novels & Stories

A nervousness behind his confidence. "Aria," he nodded, his eyes taking in my office. "Nice space. Very you." I gestured to the chair across from my desk. "Thanks. The boys helped me pick the art." His gaze moved to the abstract painting on the wall—vibrant blues and greens splashed across the canvas. Austin had insisted it looked like ocean waves during a storm. "I can see Austin's influence," Michael said with a small smile. "How are they doing after the hospital visit?"

I thought. I whispered, "Michael," as I dropped my bag on the stand and shut the door quietly behind me. He didn't flinch or react to my presence, his fingers flying across the laptop keyboard. My gaze drifted to the yellow armless jersey he wore, accentuating his muscles and making him look irresistibly sexy. I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes away from Michael's captivating physique. I had never met a man as attractive as him. For so long, I had thought Ambrose was the most handsome and hottest man, but now I realized Ambrose was way behind Micahel and...

I could tell him that up until five months ago my standards ran to burnt toast, burgers and takeout pizza and Chinese, but why disabuse him of the image of me he had in his head? “It's great.” The words came out flat and his smile started to slip, so I tried to find more words. “I love the aesthetics. It's really…” I trailed off and closed my eyes to take in a deep breath and let it out. “Quiet.” I opened my eyes and Michael looked pleased with himself. “I had a tense moment there, that you didn't like it but wanted to spare my feelings.” He said. I forced a laugh. “What? That's crazy. I don't think anywhere could top this.” I said, reaching for the glass of water the server placed on the ta

I locked up and then called an uber to McQueen's mansion which was located 2 hours from here meaning I would have to spend the night there because it would be too late to come home. I had taken a nap and was awoken by light tapping on the window. It was Jeffery, McQueen's security guard, once he saw me he opened the gates and the driver dropped me off by the entrance. I thanked him and walked up the stairs. I was really exhausted but the night was only starting. I went to Harush the makeup artist and sat in her chair. She admonished me for having braids because I couldn't wear a wig and then the process started. Stripping from my clothes I sat in a tiny bikini as Harush spray tanned my skin

Being the professional I couldn't be right now. Thank God for Kathy. "Ms. Hayes?" My head snapped up. Damien was looking directly at me. Those gray eyes locked on mine with a strange intensity that made my skin prickle. "I'm sorry, what?" The words came out shakier than I wanted. "I asked what your initial thoughts are on the aesthetic direction." He gestured to the screen where some mood board was displayed. They were elegant and sophisticated. The kind of thing I should have opinions about. "It's... nice," I managed.