Chapter 111: 111.The chaotic dinner-3
Mylo pushed the front door open, his arms aching under the weight of the heavy grocery bags.
“We’re here,” he announced.
Chloe stepped inside, slipping off her trench coat with a soft sigh.
Beneath it, her tight blouse hugged the soft curves of her chest flawlessly.
Mylo felt a sudden, violent spike of heat pool in his stomach.
The Sin of [Pleasure] roared in his blood, thick and demanding.
I want to drop these bags and pin her against that door, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek.
But the moment they stepped into the living room, the fantasy violently shattered.
Meha and Aaina were sitting cross-legged on the rug, playing cards.
They both froze, staring blankly at the doorway.
Meha dropped her cards. Her hands flew to her mouth in sheer horror.
“Oh, my goodness…” Meha gasped.
Her eyes snapped from Chloe’s elegant figure to Mylo’s tired face.
“I knew it!” Meha shrieked, jumping to her feet. “You really do have a sickness for older women!”
Mylo froze. “Meha, shut up—”
“I firmly protected my chastity when you begged me to ‘take care’ of you!” Meha cried out dramatically. “So you went out and dragged another mature lady into this house?!”
Chloe’s brain completely short-circuited.
“Mature?!” Chloe gasped, her face flushing a furious shade of red. “I am twenty-eight years old!”
But Chloe’s sharp eyes darted to Meha’s domestic apron.
Then, her gaze snapped down to the teenage girl sitting on the rug.
A horrifying, entirely wrong equation formed in Chloe’s mind.
“Mistress?!” Chloe hissed, stepping back in pure shock. “Mylo Zane… is this your wife?!”
“What?! No!” Mylo yelled, dropping a bag of groceries.
Oranges spilled everywhere across the hardwood floor.
Aaina’s eyes darted between the panicked maid and the horrified teacher.
A brilliant, wicked smirk flashed across the teenager’s lips.
She immediately contorted her features into a tragic, trembling pout and scrambled to her feet.
“Daddy!” Aaina wailed, throwing her arms around Mylo’s waist.
Mylo stared down in absolute terror. “Aaina, what the fuck are you doing?!”
“Daddy, why are you yelling at Mommy?!” Aaina sniffled loudly, pointing big, tear-filled eyes at Chloe. “Is this the older woman you told us about? The one from college?”
Chloe stumbled backward, her hand flying to her chest.
“You despicable, two-timing homewrecker!” Chloe breathed out, her disciplinary authority kicking in despite her panic. “You have a family?!”
“Miss Chloe, she’s lying!” Mylo pleaded, stepping forward.
“Don’t lie to her, Daddy!” Aaina sobbed, clinging tighter to his leg to hide her manic giggling. “You told me you loved women with experience!”
“I AM TWENTY-EIGHT!” Chloe yelled, her composure fully fracturing.
She pointed an accusing, trembling finger at Mylo’s chest.
“He absolutely did say that!” Meha chimed in, rushing over to stand behind Aaina defensively. “He is a deviant of the highest order, Miss! Run while you still can!”
“Who are you calling a deviant, you apron-wearing enabler?!” Chloe snapped, her glare shifting to Meha.
“I am the protector of this household’s virtue!” Meha fired back, puffing out her chest. “And you are trying to break up a family!”
“He is a freshman! He is eighteen!” Chloe shrieked. “How the hell does he have a fourteen-year-old daughter?!”
“Age is just a number to a degenerate!” Meha shouted back with absolute, flawless illogic.
“Mommy, don’t let the 28-year-old lady take Daddy away!” Aaina fake-cried, rubbing her face into Mylo’s shirt.
“STOP CALLING ME TWENTY-EIGHT AS AN INSULT!” Chloe exploded.
Mylo grabbed Chloe’s shoulders, desperately trying to calm her down.
He pushed her slightly back against the hallway wall to separate her from Meha’s dramatic screaming.
Chloe’s chest was heaving with furious, ragged breaths, pressing flush against Mylo’s torso.
The scent of vanilla and expensive perfume flooded his senses.
Her flushed, angry face was mere inches from his lips.
The Sin of [Pleasure] flared so violently Mylo’s vision momentarily blurred.
God, she looks absolutely breathtaking when she’s furious, his dark thoughts whispered. I want to shut her up right now.
“I am going to report this to the committee!” Chloe hissed right in his face, her eyes blazing. “I am going to expel you!”
“Miss Chloe, please, just listen to me!” Mylo begged, fighting his own boiling blood.
“You promised you’d be faithful, Daddy!” Aaina wailed louder from the floor.
“You stay away from this poor girl’s father!” Meha shouted.
“I AM ONLY TWENTY-EIGHT!” Chloe screamed again, completely drowning him out.
Mylo gritted his teeth, his entire body burning with frustration, panic, and an agonizingly ill-timed surge of raw lust, trapped helplessly in the crossfire.
“Are you going to pay child support, Daddy?!” Aaina wailed, squeezing his leg so hard he could feel her shaking with suppressed laughter.
“I will contact child protective services!” Chloe screamed, her eyes wide with frantic, righteous fury. “And the dean! I am calling the dean!”
“You will not take this child’s father!” Meha shrieked, winding up her arm to throw a bruised orange directly at Chloe’s head.
“ENOUGH!”
Mylo’s roar echoed off the walls, so loud and commanding that the windows practically rattled.
The room instantly fell dead silent.
Meha froze, the orange slipping from her hand and bouncing across the hardwood.
Aaina’s fake sobs choked off into a sudden, startled hiccup.
Chloe flinched, her chest heaving against Mylo’s as she stared up at him, her lips parted in shock.
“Everyone,” Mylo growled, pointing a rigid finger at the living room. “Sit on the couch. Right. Now.”
The sheer, suffocating authority in his voice left absolutely no room for debate.
Meha quickly scurried over to the sofa, keeping her head bowed. Aaina dusted off her jeans, her wicked grin faltering just a bit under his dark glare, and took a seat next to the maid.
Mylo gently grabbed Chloe by the shoulders, steering her away from the wall and guiding her toward the armchair opposite the couch. She sank into the cushions, still clutching her purse like a shield.
Mylo stood in the center of the room, dragging a heavy hand down his face.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” Mylo began, his voice deadly calm. “This is Miss Chloe Vane. She is the Deputy Head of Discipline at my college. She is here because I asked her to help me buy vegetables.”
Chloe hid her burning face behind her hands, wishing the floor would swallow her whole.
“This,” Mylo pointed sharply at the woman in the apron. “Is Meha Dansy. The housekeeper my mother hired to make sure I don’t starve.”
Meha visibly shrank into the couch cushions, her face flushing crimson. “I… I was only trying to protect your virtue…”
“And this,” Mylo glared at the teenager. “Is Aaina. The granddaughter of Uncle Joe, the building caretaker. She is fourteen years old.”
Aaina bit her lip, looking away as a snicker threatened to escape her throat.
“Meha, you are an adult!” Mylo scolded, crossing his arms. “Stop jumping to the most dramatic, insane conclusions possible! And Miss Chloe, please do the math! I am eighteen! How could I have a teenage daughter?!”
“I panicked!” Chloe snapped back defensively, though she couldn’t meet his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a gorgeous, deep pink. “You… you were holding my waist at the store! And she called you Daddy!”
“It was a joke! A very bad joke!” Mylo sighed, massaging his throbbing temples.
He looked at Meha. “Meha. Go to the kitchen. Start preparing the food. Now.”
“Y-Yes, sir. Right away!” Meha practically sprinted out of the living room, desperate to escape the agonizing embarrassment.
Mylo turned his gaze to the armchair. “Miss Chloe. Please just relax. Talk with Aaina for a bit. She’s a menace, but she’s decent company when she isn’t trying to ruin my life.”
“I was just playing along!” Aaina grinned unapologetically. “You guys are too easy!”