Backroom Casting Couch Michelle の小説・ストーリー

“There’s nothing too good to be true about it, don’t you trust my judgement anymore? I’ve looked into it and it’s fair enough, it’s good business, after a few months I’ll get my interest back,” “But you don’t have this much money Michelle,” “I used my Shares as Collateral what’s business without taking risks ,” she replied, that was enough that I wanted to hear, I cleared my throat immediately and stepped in, immediately I stepped in they stopped talking and changed their conversation, I shook my head with a knowing smile as my heels clicked the tiles sophisticatedly, I could tell mom was checking me out as I took my seat on the dinning opposite her and Michelle. I was putting on a bottled g

"What about you?" I asked, shifting the topic to her. "What has been going on in your life?" Michelle paused, her lips parting as though she was about to speak but then her eyes widened, her gaze shifting just past my shoulder. She dropped the tea cup in her hold back on the table, stuttering. "A-Alessia Hart?" I turned, confused and saw her. Alessia stood behind the couch, perfectly composed like a doll that hadn't been ripped out of its box. She had a smile that looked too perfect and it made me cock a brow.

“I need to find a way to save Franklin first.” “I'm sure he'd be made of hot stuff.” Michelle said and I chuckled. “Your stepfather had my room wiretapped, and somehow he thought I wouldn't find out.” Michelle said with a devious laugh. “And what is made of his supposedly wise decisions now?” I asked. “I sent the signals to the room where those girls in love with each other sleep.” Michelle said, and I could see the smirk on her face although we were far away. “Lisa and Kira?”

“Not his name. Mine.” Rebecca stepped closer, perfume cloying, smile sharp. “You’re still delusional.” Michelle looked her dead in the eye. “And you’re still a guest. Put your voice down.” Rebecca didn’t. She laughed louder. “You want to intimidate me? With what army? You can barely stand without silver tearing through your nerves.” Michelle didn’t look at the silver cuffs. “I don’t need to stand to break your face.” Rebecca’s smile dropped a millimetre, but she kept it on.