Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

After the set was over, Micaela went to the dressing room to change and ran into Xaviera Canizales.

Xaviera Canizales looked her up and down a few times and said coldly, “Don’t think you can seduce director Gabino just because you have good looks. Even if Director Gabino likes you, you’re just a number five girl.”

Micaela changed her clothes and smiled at him, “Miss Xaviera has tried to serve people with sex?”.

“What do you mean…?”

Micaela stirred as she carried her purse out of the changing room, “How else would Miss Xaviera know so well?”

“You!” Xaviera Canizales glared at Micaela and ground her teeth. “He’s just a guy who’s stuck for the heart of the earth, then you’ll cry!”.

Micaela had not long left the set and was about to take a cab when a limited edition black Bentley pulled up in front of her.

The window was down and Nico, in the back seat, told her, “Get in.”

Before getting into the car, Micaela unconsciously looked around to make sure there were no paparazzi or known people before opening the door and getting into the car.

The way she looked and acted as if she were a thief made Nico increasingly uncomfortable.

As soon as Micaela got to the car, Nico sneered, “You haven’t even entered the entertainment industry yet, who would take pictures of you? Do the paparazzi know you?”

“Of course I’m not afraid of the paparazzi following me, I’m afraid of the paparazzi filming Mr. Nico.”

She made a “I’m looking out for you” face.

Nico frowned, “Well, you’re thinking about me.”

Micaela said, “I should, I’m Mr. Nico’s man now, so of course I have to think about Mr. Nico.”

The compliment was clear.

Nico stared at her face, which was clear and full of smiles, a face that was exaggeratedly beautiful, beautiful even, but the way it was meant to be flattering made Nico feel disgusted.

Nico scoffed, “You know me, I thought Miss Micaela didn’t know me.”

Micaela’s little heart stuttered.

Ah, had she pissed him off on set by pretending she didn’t know him?

Micaela propped her chin and her dark, glassy eyes looked at him playfully, “Didn’t Mr. Nico also point me out and ask, who is this guy?”

Nico: “…”

Dare to block him.

Micaela sighed and said, “When Mr. Nico pointed at me and asked who this person was, to be honest, I felt a little sorry for him, Mr. Nico should know girls, girls get a little hurt and can be a little temperamental, didn’t Mr. Nico say he likes girls who have a little temper now and then?”

Nico: “…”

She had an innocent look on her face.

A face full of: look, I did what you liked, and now you’re upset, I feel wronged, I’m wronged.

The man’s erect, shapely body moved closer to her, his long fingers cupped her chin, a little cruelly, “You feel aggrieved?”

Micaela blinked, her small hand went up the man’s arm, “I’m not aggrieved enough, Mr. Nico is going to take me out for a nice meal to make up for it.”

Nico merely examined her, as if he had slammed his fist hard into a cotton ball, the temper that was about to boil over had suddenly become a suffocating, silent fire, unable to find an outlet for it.

Nico’s fingers tightened around her chin, squeezing tighter, his dark eyes narrowing on hers inch by inch. “Micaela, do you have a bottom?”

Micaela smiled, smiling brightly at him, “Mr. Nico gave me a lesson before I was with Mr. Nico.”

“?”

“You don’t deserve to talk about background if you have no money and no strength.”

If I’d had bottom in the first place, I wouldn’t be his invisible mistress now.

Nico lowered his chin and growled softly, “You’re a good student, now you’re teaching.”

The voice was cold, full of suppressed indignation.

Micaela swallowed and lumped her throat, reached out and wrapped her arms around Nico’s waist, sinking into his embrace, and the next second, as if she were a harmless, silly white girl, “I’m trying to be the kind of woman Mr. Nico likes, but in the process, I may go through trial and error, but that’s to please Mr. Nico, so Mr. Nico can’t get angry in the future.”

Nico: “…”

I had never met a woman who changed moods so fast, faster than the turn of a book.

Nor had he ever met a woman who had the nerve to blame him when he got angry.

Her words were ostensibly a statement of intent toward him, but in reality she was blaming him for all the problems.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The woman in his arms, seeing his sullen silence, wrapped her arms around his waist and shook him gently, “Mr. Nico? If Mr. Nico visits the set next time, I’ll be the first to greet Mr. Nico, but … Mr. Nico can’t ignore me.”

“…”

Nico was confused and had no room to be angry.

In his chest, the soft boneless girl rubbed against his arms like a lazy kitten, and when she saw that he was still silent, she narrowed her big eyes and said playfully, “Mr. Nico, I want to eat steak, can we go eat steak later?”

“…” Fuck!

Mr. Nico shouted, in a soft voice with obvious traces of petulance.

If it were usual for a woman to lean on his arms and talk to him like that, he might have gotten angry long ago, but this … woman in his arms was something of an absolute siren.

The call of him, they are crisp.

Micaela bold high skill, see Nico has been silent, think he is still angry, soft fragrant red lips to his ear, with a spot of naive talk: “If Mr. Nico does not want to eat steak … hmm….. . it’s okay to eat me ….”

“…”

Nico looked sideways and saw the delicate, pretty face.

Her eyes, however, were clear as if she wasn’t driving.

Shit, pure, lustful and teasing.

Nico grabbed her hand restlessly and trapped it between the car seat and his chest, tucking his other hand between her thick, soft hair and dipping his head, sealing it with a kiss.

Elf.

In the end, the steak didn’t work and she headed for the nearest apartment on River Feast Street.

Once inside, Nico pinned her against the door panel, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

A touch of passion filled the room.

…

Afterwards, Micaela finished showering and stood in front of the bathroom mirror to dry her hair.

Nico’s chest, perfectly sculpted by the Davidians, pressed against hers from behind.

Micaela turned her head, winked pitifully at him and kissed him on tiptoe on his thin lips. “Mister Nico, the truth is I don’t have the strength…”

Nico lowered his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes held a vague charm that hadn’t dissipated, his thin lips hooked lightly, “When you hooked me wasn’t I strong?”

“People have big mouths and small stomachs.”

Nico leaned against the sink to the side, white shirt on, buttons wide open, belt unbuttoned at the waist, hanging untidily, water droplets hanging from his short black hair, a touch of flamboyance on his handsome, unmistakable face, the whole ensemble looking a little messy and lazy, but with an unmistakable aggressiveness and wildness.

Micaela glanced at him in the mirror as her slender fingers touched a box of cigarettes lying on the sink and she picked one up, holding it between her middle and forefinger and bringing it to her thin lips.

He was about to light it when Micaela spoke, “Mr. Nico, help me dry my hair.”

He was smoking in the bathroom, and Micaela thought she would choke to death.

Nico frowned slightly, serving a woman was something he had never done.

Instead, Micaela was no longer waiting for his response, taking his large hand and shoving the hairdryer into it, “Mister Nico, help me.”

Nico, though scowling, walked behind her with the hair dryer, holding an unlit cigarette, and said with some impatience, “Angry?”

Micaela turned her head to look at him and smiled harmlessly, “Mr. Nico is not like that.”

Nico’s brow furrowed and he put a large hand on her head, “Don’t move.”

Micaela obediently turned her head back and saw in the mirror a man with an open shirt and a large body, holding an unlit cigarette, impatiently holding a hair dryer in one hand and fiddling with his long hair with the other, unskilful but not difficult to dry.

At the end, she tossed out, “Trouble.”

Micaela thought to herself that someday she would tease Nico until he was willing to pay out of his wallet.

Hmmm … Seven figures at a time from the guy?