PART 1
CHAPTER1
MICHAEL
Mia.
There were a hundred thoughts rushing through my head as I washed all our sex off my body, but she was the only one I cared about. Hearing those three little words the other night had been one of the best things to happen to me in a long time.
I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. Mia telling me she loved me had been enough for me to go out after work and start looking for something perfect for her. I wiped some water off my legs, threw the towel over my shoulder, and walked into our bedroom, naked, to open up my dresser.
The black box was buried deep within my clothes, where Mia would never find it. I drew my fingers against the leather and took a deep breath. She was young, and I didn’t want to rush my relationship with her. But I had never felt this sure about anything in my entire life.
“Michael,” Mia called from somewhere in the house.
I shut the drawer, my heart pounding, thinking about how long I would have to wait until I knew she was ready for something like …that. I wanted to at least repair my relationship with Melissa before I asked Mia to—
“I don’t think you should come in,” Mia said, her voice unsure.
I wiped the last of the water off my chest and raised a brow, tying the towel around my waist and walking into the hall. I swore if Mason was here, trying to stir up trouble, I—
I stopped mid-thought and stared down the stairs at the woman who had ruined my entire life.
Linda stood there with the most menacing smirk I had ever seen, walked right up the stairs toward me, and drew her fingers over my chest. “Michael, you’re home.”
Immediately, I stepped away from her and glanced down the stairs to make sure Mia was okay. Mia glanced between us, her expression faltering and turning into a mix of hurt, betrayal, and anger. It hurt me to see her so … so sad.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked.
But of course she was here. She had to ruin every good thing in my life. Everything had been going great, better than it ever had. Mia’s mother was recovering. Melissa had come over once this week. Mia was finally able to focus on school again … and now, Linda was fucking back to screw with my life.
“I didn’t invite you into my house.”
“Mia did,” she said, stepping closer to me.
Mia crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I didn’t.”
“Get out,” I said again, being careful not to touch her. God knew she’d try to turn this back on me and say I was harassing her or something.
She swung her purse around like a madwoman and laughed. “Oh, Michael, what’s wrong? I just wanted to visit my husband while he’s in a good mood. Melissa told me that you had a new girlfriend.”
My nostrils flared. I should’ve never fucking married her. Linda was too unstable.
She glanced down at Mia. “Is this her? You’re fucking a girl young enough to be your own daughter?”
I gulped, hating how bad it sounded.
“Is it because she has a nice body? Is that the only reason you went after her? She’s young and impressionable? Easy to manipulate?”
I flared my nostrils. She was trying to rile me up, and it was fucking working.
Mia shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Everything Linda had said out loud wasn’t true. Sure, it’d started as physical attraction, but that wasn’t why I was dating Mia, and it wasn’t why I loved her either.
“Get out of my house,” I said.
“Our house, Michael,” she said. “Don’t you remember when we used to live here together? And now, you have a young whore living here in place of me.”
She tilted her head, and I could smell the booze on her.
