Mike Wheeler Season 2 Novels & Stories

After realizing that, Mike no longer bothered to stay unnoticed and soon caught up with her car. Suddenly, Rhea began to slow down. However, Mike maintained his speed and overtook her car. He made a sharp turn, and his car swung into position before hers. Rhea responded swiftly and braked, just in time to stop her car from crashing into his. Mike opened the car door, stepped out, and marched over. Rhea leisurely stared at him while remaining seated in her car. Although Mike could not see her face due to what she was wearing, he knew from her manner that she was pleased with herself.

“Dont tell anyone.” And he cuts the line. I stare at the laptop in-front of me. The spreadsheet and blocking cursor. Then I push the chair back and stand. Because something has to be wrong. Mike is not the kind of person to ask for help. He would rather the ground opens up and swallows him whole than ask for it. ~~~~~ I spot the motel from a distance before I been park. A few cars are packed outside a few of them are covered in dust. I pull up slowly and kill the engine. Is it there for a while before stepping out, observing my surroundings.

My voice felt trapped in my throat. ​"She’s not cooking for us again." ​The cold, gravelly decree cut through the back-seat chatter like a blade. ​Mike Weller kept his piercing blue eyes fixed dead ahead on the winding road, his large hands gripping the leather steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His golden blonde hair was perfectly styled, and his sharp, arrogant jaw was set in a rigid, unyielding line. He looked completely untouchable, a cruel king reigning over his small sports-car empire.