Chapter 20
Maple Island – Morning
Mona came downstairs and spotted Waylon already awake, calmly reading the morning paper in the living room.
She walked over and gave a polite bow. “Good morning, Mr. Haley.”
He set the paper aside and stood up. “Breakfast is ready. Is there anything He set the paper aside and stood up. you’d like to eat?”
“I’m not picky. Anything’s fine,” she replied with quiet courtesy.
Waylon led her to the dining room, where the two of them sat down together.
“Try the pizza,” he said. “It’s good.”
40
“Okay.” Mona sat down stiffly. The dining room was spotless–so clean the floor practically reflected her face. It made her feel oddly out of place.
But Waylon was every bit the gentleman. When the maid brought out the dishes, he personally handed her a fork.
“Have a taste. If it’s not to your liking, I’ll have the chef make some changes.”
The way he said it made one thing clear–she would likely be dining here often from now on.
“I’m really not a picky eater, Mr. Haley.” She took a spoonful and tried it.
0.00%
1046
Chapter20
289 (Vouchers
She wasn’t sure what magic had gone into making it, but the moment the pizza touched her tongue, she was stunned. It was hands down the most delicious thing she’d ever eaten.
She immediately took another bite. “This is amazing.”
Only then did Waylon begin eating.
Mona finished the entire pizza–down to the last piece.
From the kitchen, Omar came out beaming. “Ms. Morse, you’re easy to please. You finished everything! Mr. Haley rarely even touches the breakfast I make.”
Mona was surprised to hear that the meal had been made by him. She quickly stood and bowed slightly. “Thank you, Omar.”
”
He laughed warmly. “No need to thank me. I also prepared a fresh fruit platter. Take it with you. And next time you visit, have Mr. Haley call ahead–I’ll make whatever you lippe h
He returned to the kitchen and came back with a sleek insulated container, which he handed to her.
Mona opened it and was stunned–inside was a carefully arranged selection of pristine, seasonal fruits, all of them expensive and hard to find this time of year.
Her first thought was that this must’ve been prepared for Waylon. I am just a wet nurse–how could I accept something like this from Omar?‘ she thought.
“This is too much. Mr. Haley should take it,” she said hesitantly.
Waylon stood and replied calmly, “Omar doesn’t go out of his way often. You should take it. I’ll drive you back.”
21.82
Chapter20
288 (Vouchers
“All right.” Mona carefully held the container and followed him out to the
car.
Omar stood at the gate, waving them off so warmly that it made Mona feel a little shy.
As the car pulled away from the villa, Waylon reached over, gently pulled her into his arms, and settled her onto his lap.
As soon as she leaned into him, she caught the scent of his clothes–a faint, clean rose fragrance. Subtle, but captivating.
He tilted her chin up and looked into her clear, wide eyes. “Mona.”
His voice was smooth and rich-the kind that could make your ears melt, she thought.
in
Just hearing it made her bones turn to jelly.
Last night, when he’d called her that, it was because he wanted to nurse. ‘Could he want it again. now?‘ she thought.
She glanced toward the front seat and realized–at some point, the privacy screen had gone up. The backseat now felt small and enclosed.
Their breathing intertwined in the tight space, the air growing warmer
between them.
“Mr. Haley.” Mona swallowed nervously. “Do you want milk?”
She reached up and unfastened the top button of her blouse.
After the first time, the second felt less awkward. Less embarrassing.
She opened her collar, revealing her soft, pale skin to him.
51.72%
10:47
Chapter20
Her body, drained the night before, had already replenished itself.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tilted her head back slightly, showing off the graceful curve of her throat.
“Mr. Haley. please, have some.” Her voice was barely a whisper, her cheeks bright red.
The blush spread from her face, down her neck, and all the way to her chest–an untouched, tender flush that made her all the more irresistible.
Waylon’s eyes narrowed, gaze fixed on her chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
His hand landed on her chest, kneading it hard, possessively.
288 ¡Vouchers
Mona let out a soft gasp, the sound delicate and dangerously suggestive.
Waylon’s breathing grew ragged. “Ms. Morse, I just need you to understand–once you’ve given me this body, no one else is allowed to touch it. I like my women clean. Got that?”
‘So. he doesn’t want milk after all,‘ she thought.
“I understand,” Mona murmured, completely embarrassed. She had misunderstood everything–and now wished she could just disappear.
78.12%
