Chapter 85

Michael's P.O.V

It was Saturday and I knew that the longer I kept my secret the worse the outcome would be.

Mia handled laundry today and gave me the chore of raking the leaves. Yes, my dad's P.A is making us do housework. Makela was busily vacuuming her bedroom upstairs.

While raking the leaves a maid came up to me holding a tray of juice.

"Mia said to give this to you." the maid said as I took the glass from the tray and gulped it all in one go.

"Mr. Tyler said to call you to his room." The maid said then left to continue her chores. I jogged to my bedroom and slipped on a new shirt.

I pushed my hair back and sprayed deodorant and perfume to mask the scent of sweat if there was any.

I walked past Makela who held the vacuum cleaner as confused as fuck. His room was far from ours and very quiet. I knocked on the door then slowly pushed it open. To reveal my father staring into his iPad not tearing away his concentration.

"You called for me."