Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Attempt To Fuck
Micah’s POV
The saying was not wrong when it said that men are controlled by what they see, and women are controlled by what they hear.
Look at how I got here. Did I not control Rebecca to allow her to accept me in her mansion by the lies I told her?
It was the next morning, and the sun rose just too early.
As the sun rose, I opened my eyes to the beautiful room Rebecca had given me to serve as my room until I would be back on my feet and leave her mansion.
But would I truly be back on my feet and leave this mansion?
A silent dark grin spread across my cheek. At this moment, I began to hear some sounds downstairs, so I got out of bed and went downstairs.
Getting downstairs, I saw Rebecca, sweetly dressed in her perfectly fitted suit and pants. Her luxurious bag lay by her side on the dining table as she was eating breakfast.
“Oh, Micah!” she sounded as soon as she saw me.
“I didn’t know you’d be up so early,” she said.
I chuckled at her words, “Why wouldn’t I be up so early? I need to see your beautiful face before you go to work, don’t you think?” I teased her.
One thing I knew about women was that they loved to be teased. If you ever wanted to get a woman to do something for you, just tease her about what she wanted to hear, and you’d see how flat she fell to the ground, doing what you needed her to do.
I smiled broadly, then I walked to Rebecca, placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, “What are we having for breakfast?” I asked, drawing out a chair and sitting down adjacent to her at the dining table.
“Spinach and feta omelet made with free-range eggs, accompanied by smoked salmon on freshly baked sourdough bread with avocado slices and a sprinkle of sea salt,” Rebecca said with a small smile on her face as she kept on eating.
There was this thing about every wealthy person—they loved to pronounce whatever they were eating in those long words to make you know every detail of what they ate.
For us, as average people in society, we would rather call it by the shorter names.
I smiled and rubbed my hands together, “Nice,” I said excitedly.
“Bring it already!” I smiled again.
A perfectly dressed lady in a white apron and cap walked out of the kitchen immediately. She was even more beautiful with her blue eyes. She placed my food tray on the table and smiled.
“Here is your breakfast, sir!” she said respectfully.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Talk about when she turned and was walking back to the kitchen, how her buttocks swung to the left and to the right. Talk about when she served me, how her gentle hands were so soft and beautiful with clean nails.
Hasn’t anyone told you that a lady with clean nails always has a clean pussy?!
I licked my lips unconsciously and watched her until she disappeared into the kitchen.
Rebecca’s POV
I didn’t know if I was overthinking it, but I was not pleased with what I just experienced at all.
The moment Chef Mirabel, my very own chef who had been cooking for my family for fifteen years now, walked out of the kitchen, I watched how Micah was so lost in staring at her.
He stared at her from head to toe, and while she was heading back to the kitchen, he watched her until she disappeared from his sight.
In the same manner, I noticed how he licked his lips while looking at her.
“Micah?” I called. But he didn’t hear.
There was one thing that was noticeable about men who were easily swayed by women—they say they love women too much. And with this behavior,
Micah might be one of those men. But I needed to be sure.
I haven’t told Natasha about everything that has happened. If I had told her, I knew she’d yell and say all sorts of things. But at this moment, I think I better tell her, and she could think this through for me without using emotions.
“Did I make a mistake by allowing Micah into my home?”
“Are my workers safe around him?”
I acted like I didn’t see how he was lost in staring at my chef. I just cleared my throat, and Micah bounced back to life.
“This food is very delicious,” he said, even when he hadn’t tasted any of the food yet.
He lifted a spoon and ate the first spoonful, which he thought was his second. He closed his eyes, shaking his head like he enjoyed what he ate.
“Hmmmm…. Yummy!” he sounded.
“This is really, really good,” he nodded his head.
But of course, Mirabel was indeed a great cook. She once won the Guinness World Record for the longest cooking hours. She was the best at what she did—there was no doubt about that.
But that he judged the food without tasting it first? All because he was lost in her body? That was a major red flag.
I was done eating my food. I couldn’t let Micah know I suspected anything. I kissed his forehead and headed out of the house as he waved me off.
I got into my limo, and my chauffeur drove me to work. But while at work, right in my office, I texted Natasha.
“What?!” she screamed in the reply she sent to me.
“No! NO!” she texted again immediately.
“I am going there right now!” she added once more.