37 Step Two

Brandon was wasted that night. To the point that he was sent back with a chauffer provided by the management of the club.

Misha went home afterwards and bid farewell to everybody. She still did not get it why the producer and owner had such cold shoulders towards her.

'I'll just prove them wrong.' she thought virtuously.

She called Uncle Dan to fetch her and soon afterwards, they headed towards the manor. Misha slept along the way and she dreamt of her childhood. She wanted to become a model like her mom. She wanted to walk down the runway and flaunt the dress she's wearing naturally. Back then, she practiced a lot in the roof top. She practiced and practiced until her feet became sore. She wanted her own signature walk. She wanted to dominate the whole runway and hailed as queen among the models.

She dreamt of her walking down the pavement with her hands on her waist and walking confidently like a professional model. She dreamt of her, making dresses out of the curtains and bath towels assuming that it was a couture from a famous designer. She dreamt of her grandma. The only one person who will nag at her when she messes out the cabinet full of rags and unused clothes. The old lady would say, "Nothing will come out of you being a model! Just give up already and focus on studying."

It was only stopped when her grandma died on a landslide in the island where she lived with her grandpa. She was devastated by that incident.

Mr. Dan manuevered the steering wheel carefully when he glanced his Mistress was sleeping so soundly at the backseat. He slowed down and drove carefully at the steep roads towards his boss' manor. It took longer than the usual twenty minute drive, they arrived at the manor almost 2 am in the morning.

At the balcony of the second floor, Lyndon was staring down the entrance wide awake. He couldn't sleep knowing that Misha still hadn't gone home. He stared at his car slowly approaching the main door of the manor. Mr. Raynolds texted him that Misha was sleeping soundly and no signs of waking up.

Seeing his car, he then walked to the staircase leading to the main door and opened it. Mr. Raynolds wanted to carry Misha to her room but Lyndon stopped him and carry her instead. He signaled Mr. Raynolds to put back the car on the garage for his own collection. He complied readily. He drove the car with care towards at the back of the manor where his garage located.

Lyndon carried her with care to her room. He was thinking that Misha is light because she's skinny but his thoughts were wrong. In actuality, Misha is heavier than she looks.

"Is she really on a diet?" he murmured, afraid of waking up the woman who rested well on his shoulders. He had a hard time carrying her because he didn't immediately balanced her weight well. He staggered on the staircase while carrying her.

He just smiled. He smiled while staring at her sleeping face. She was not the feisty woman during the day. She's like an angel without any impurities in her. Her hair was a bit messy but it only added on her allure.

His body started to burn. He feel hot and uncomfortable.

"Control yourself Lyndon.. Not yet." saying him under his breath. He will not take advantage of her.It was not his second step and not his style. He wanted to groan because there's a certain part of his body started throbbing and causing him pain in his lower abdomen.

He really wanted to pounce the woman in his arms and ravish her but that's not only he wanted. He wanted her whole being. Her whole self. He wanted her to accept him and find time to know him and maybe will have an important part of her life, an indespensible one.

That's why, when Misha will wake up, he will commence his second plan. He want to confess to her about Leonard.