Michael En 소설 & 이야기

Michael just witness me daydreaming about his god-like body. "Um, I heard from Lincoln that you just captured a Raven," I said to Michael trying to divert our conversation. Michael stopped walking and looked at me with a sly smirk on his lips as if he's proud that he captured a Raven. "Yeah, he's in the cellar right now. I'll deal with him tomorrow." Michael responded to me and I just nodded as I watched him wearing the white boxer briefs and then he walked over to me and sat on the bed, wiping his hair with the towel.

Michael swallowed nervously. Councilman Sanchez was the first to come around the corner after a person who by their attire was probably security personnel. He was talking with a lady who had to be his wife, going by how much she looked like Eddie. Councilman Sanchez acknowledged Michael with a smile before continuing his conversation and his leisurely pace. Enrique and his wife Angela were next, and Michael got a wave from them. There should be only one person left. Knowing that wasn’t helping Michael’s nerves at all.

"Michael has returned to the country." Ethan's voice was light and casual, with a trace of teasing that barely registered.

She signaled for him to come closer. "Did something good happen today? You’re late, so I’m guessing there’s a reason," Marianne asked, her tone playful yet curious. Michael nodded enthusiastically before turning to greet Vincent, who responded with a nod. "You know how I’ve always wanted to become a superstar in the music field, right?" Michael began, his excitement barely contained. Marianne nodded, waiting for him to continue. "Well," Michael continued with a sigh, "My coach said I sounded like a sheep with a cracked voice during practice on Saturday." His words made Vincent chuckle, though he quickly stifled his laughter when Marianne shot him a look.

But Victor was already at work, and the house was quiet. I padded over to the door barefoot, opened it just enough to peek through. And there he was. He stood tall, dressed in black, shirt rolled to his elbows, pants fitted but modest. His skin was a rich brown, smooth, stretched over lean muscles that didn’t quite fit the image of a house driver. He looked like he belonged in a security convoy, not behind the wheel of a domestic car. “I’m Michael,” he said. His voice was low and calm. “Mr. Victor asked me to report this morning.”

James reminded him. Michael frowned and rose. "Whatever, I won't go back now. I am going to the city to have fun with some Tico girls, see you later," he turned and waved. "Michael! Come back here!" James stood up. "Stop whining, I will be back tomorrow, just help smoothen stuff for me with the boss and Raph," Michael said and went out. The cold mountain breeze brushed past his cheek as he opened the door. It felt very dry, the dry season was upon them.

“Are you okay? How’s your stepdad? Is he a total ogre?” I winced and pulled the phone away from my ear. “Jesus, Chrissie. Turn it down a notch.” She gasped. “Wait, you’re laughing. That means something happened. Spill, now.” I sighed and sank into the edge of the bed. “Michael is not an ogre, actually. He’s... surprisingly decent and kind to me. And not bad to look at if you ignore the stress lines.” “Oooh,” she crooned. “So he’s hot. Noted.”

Ivanka P.O.V. Next, I took a deep breath, grabbed my dirty clothes to put in his washer and dryer as well as my clutch and cellphone. Then, I walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs, following the smell of his delicious food and the sound of Enrique Iglesias singing his famous love song,"Cuando me enamoro." Michael seemed to be happily singing along until he saw me and stopped bashfully. "Good morning, Michael. The food smells amazing. I hope it tastes good, too!" I said in a teasing tone.