His Feisty Mistress

Chapter 9 : Trusting the past

Megan P.O.V.

He took his cup of coffee and took a seat at the table in the kitchen. My back is facing his way as I pour myself a hot cup of coffee, I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew that he was watching my every move. I tried to keep my movements as slow and deliberate as possible, not wanting to give anything away.

I attempted to hide my bruises by lowering my head and allowing my hair to fall over my face. But it was no use. He had already seen me, and I could feel his concern growing with each passing moment.

I carefully picked up my cup of coffee, and as I made my way out of the kitchen and into the lounge area, I could feel the eyes of the day shift crew on me. They were all staring, their curiosity getting the better of them.

I tried to ignore them, focusing instead on finding a quiet place to sit and collect my thoughts. But before I could make my escape, I heard a voice calling out to me. It was Michael, one of the more obnoxious members of the team.

"What the f**k happened to you?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity.

I turned my head slowly, my eyes meeting his as I tried to keep my composure. "Please, I am not in the mood for your s**t today!" I replied angrily, taking a sip of my coffee to calm my nerves.

But Michael wasn't deterred. He stepped closer, his bag slung over his shoulder, as he peered at me with a mixture of concern and amusement. "Come on, you can tell me," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of anger rising within me. I didn't want to talk about it, not with him or anyone else. I just wanted to be left alone, to deal with my bruises and the trauma in my own way. But Michael was persistent, and I knew that he wouldn't let it go until he got the answers he wanted.

I could feel my heart racing as I heard Michael's words. I had never expected him to be so protective of me, especially after the way he had treated me in the past. But as I looked into his eyes, I could see the genuine concern there, and it made me feel a little bit better.

"Megan, I know we have our differences, but seeing my crew members like this is a blow to my stomach. We are a team. I want to know who did this to you," he said, his voice low and serious.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. I knew that Michael meant well, but I didn't want to talk about it, not with him or anyone else. It was too painful, too raw.

"Please, Michael, I know you mean well, but I don’t want to talk about it," I said as I stood up from the couch and made my way back to the kitchen.

As I passed by Michael, I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew that he was still worried. But I didn't want to deal with it right now. I just wanted to be alone, to try and process everything that had happened.

I could feel the weight of the bruises on my face as I walked into the kitchen. They were a constant reminder of the pain I had been through. I poured myself another cup of coffee, trying to calm my nerves as I leaned against the counter.

I could hear the sounds of the day: my crew getting ready for their shift, the clanging of lockers, and the sound of footsteps echoing through the halls. But I didn't want to deal with them right now.

After finishing my second cup of coffee, I made my way back to the locker room, desperate for some privacy. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, with my face covered in bruises and my emotions running high. I needed to be alone, to try and process everything that had happened.

As I sat down on the bench next to my locker, I could feel my heart racing. I leaned my back against the lockers, trying to steady my breathing as I fought back tears. I knew that I couldn't let anyone see me like this; it would only make things worse.

But even as I tried to compose myself, I could hear the sound of the locker room door opening. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that someone else was in here with me. This was the female locker room, and I was the only woman on the team. Who could it be?

I quickly jumped up and made my way over to my locker, pretending to be busy as I wiped away the tears from my face. I didn't want whomever it was to see me like this and know that I was struggling.

As I fumbled with my locker, I could feel the other person's presence behind me. I tried to keep my breathing steady, to appear calm and collected. But inside, I was a mess. I didn't know how much longer I could keep up this facade.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I heard the voice behind me. It was Giovanni, his deep, soothing voice sending shivers down my spine. I slowly turned around to face him, my eyes meeting his as he took a step closer.

Without warning, he reached out and gently placed his hand on my cheek, wiping over the cut on my lip with his thumb. I could feel the warmth of his touch, the tenderness in his gaze as he looked at me.

But as he took another step closer, I felt a surge of fear rising within me. I wasn't ready for this, not after everything that had happened. I took a quick step back, slamming my back against the lockers as I tried to catch my breath.

"I am not going to hurt you," he said, his voice low and reassuring.

I tried to calm myself down and trust him. But it was hard, so hard. I didn't know if I could let my guard down, not after everything that had happened.

As my back was pressed against the lockers, he took another step closer, leaning in for a kiss. I could feel his lips on mine, his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me deeply. It was like nothing else mattered like the world had disappeared and it was just the two of us.

But even as I lost myself in the moment, I knew that it was dangerous, that I was putting myself at risk. I didn't know what would happen next, didn't know if I could trust him. All I knew was that I was in too deep, and there was no turning back now.