Forbidden Pleasures
60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 9
Two Weeks of Cold Silence
The very next morning after our intense, burning night together, the entire world changed in a fraction of a second. The thick, hot blanket of passion that had covered the house was completely ripped away, leaving behind a cold, terrifying emptiness.
When I finally walked down the wooden stairs into the kitchen around nine o'clock, Michael was already awake, but he was in an absolutely foul mood. He was standing by the counter, staring blankly out the window into the backyard. His handsome face was completely hard, frozen like stone, and his sharp jawline was clenched so tightly that a muscle was twitching under his skin. He didn't turn around when my bare feet hit the tile floor. He barely even looke
