Page 2 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“You’re incredibly cruel.”
“She’s a brat and she’s lucky I’m here and not my father,” he says. “Why do you care how I treat her? You’re still getting money.”
“Life isn’t just about money.”
I doubt this dumb Italian jock will respond to my annoyingly self-righteous tone, but I can’t help wanting to teach him how to be a better person, or at least introducing him to the concept for seemingly the first time. He keeps gazing at me with that entitled, imperious stare on my face.
He knows he can treat anyone however he wants because of his family connections. Even CC isn’t safe from him, and she’s his sister. I know Cosima has a twin, but nobody explained where she is, and I know she doesn’t live here even if Cosima talks about her all the time.
“What else is life about then?” Michael asks me as he leans forward, giving me the most infuriatingly smug smile. “Pussy?”
I can’t believe he just said that to me. Michael stuns me into silence, which I don’t expect, just like I don’t expect him to say that word to me. I can’t just take this sitting down. He went off on CC for her behavior, so how can I just allow this to slide.
“What did you just say to me?”
“It’s just a word, Myra. We’re both adults. It’s not like I said it in front of CC.”
“How dare you sit here and try to micromanage CC’s language and behavior when you say whatever you want. If shehad a consistent role model, maybe you wouldn’t have so much trouble with her.”
Michael remains silent for a beat long enough for me to mistakenly think my words got through to him. I’m sorely mistaken. He grins broadly and even if all I know is that I’ve made Michael happy, I know enough to want something different. It’s not my job to please this man at all… I’m here to teach CC, not to be some rich boy’s entertainment.
“I think if you had some consistent dick in your life, you wouldn’t be so uptight towards me.”
“How dare you talk to me like that.”
I don’t raise my voice. What purpose would yelling serve when Michael Corsini already stands a full head taller than me? My lips quiver as I struggle to hold my body steady in front of him. Standing up to the relatively all-powerful son of my employer isn’t easy but… I can’t let him talk to both of us like this without saying a word.
“How would you prefer I talk to you? Would you like me to call you ‘ma’am’?” He asks in a mocking tone.
“My demands for respect aren’t a laughing matter.”
Shame heats up the back of my neck and ears. I stand up and slide my papers into the green folder I brought for the afternoon lesson and stack up the stickers and supplies into my backpack so I can leave. Michael stands up and puts his hand on my stack of papers like he’s either going to help or stop me from leaving.
I don’t want him doing either. I swat his hand away instinctively and feel the stinging in my palm when I hit his flesh. I gasp and look up at him as terror courses through me. I just smacked my employer’s son knowing about his temper and the potential anyone involved with a mafia family might have for violence.
Our eyes meet and a cruel smirk curves along the corners of Michael’s mouth. How have I pleased him now and when can I stop?
“I’m leaving.”
“Go ahead,” he says. “When you’re back next week, wear something low-cut.”
“You’re such a pig.”
“Do you think I’m watching these lessons for CC’s own good?” He says, leaning in with sheer physical intimidation. “I like what I see, Myra. Very much.”
Michael Corsini touches my cheek just long enough for me to freeze in place. His hand falls away from my face and he walks out of the tutoring room, leaving me in shock.
I have to quit this job.
Chapter One
Myra
Present Day
(Seventeen Days After Luigi Taviani’s Wedding To Delphine)
We broke up three weeks ago and this morning, my Instagram algorithm showed me a picture of him, a tall, olive-skinned woman who looks like Nina Dobrev, a golden doodle, and an engagement ring.Surprise!My ex-boyfriend met the love of his life, and they’re getting married.
