章 38: Chapter 38

MICHAEL OLUMIDE

She had never looked more beautiful. Her short hair was wet, making it even more curly as she moved around in the kitchen wearing nothing but my shirt. Zeus followed her around wherever she moved and if she walked too quickly, he growled.

"My food is cold. I don't want it" I pointed out and I pursed my lips when she spun around to glare at me.

"And whose fault is that? I'm making cereal for myself and myself alone. Put it in the microwave or something" she waved her hand in the air, dismissing my statement. My eyes fell to her thick smooth thighs and I gulped, imagining my head in between them as I took her to the gates of heaven and back to earth.

"Fucking hell" I whispered and pushed the cold food away guiltily.

She had given her dinner to my mom even when my mother had been nothing but awful to her. If I were in her shoes, I'd have poured the food away.