Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... questions. Michael was busy tapping something into his phone. She frowned at him. “And what about paying the utilities? Will I be responsible for that as well and how do I pay if I am?” “One sec,” Michael said tapping more onto the phones screen. He stuck the tip of his tongue out as if in deep concentration, before scowling at the phone as it blipped. He nodded and looked back at Abigail. “How much do you want?” She blinked up at him in surprise. “How much? W-well I don’t know. Shouldn’t there be a contract or something?” Michael shrugged. “That can be arranged, but he still needs to know how much you want and then, I guess, some sort of bank account number where he can deposit the funds.” “Oh,” Abigail said, still feeling bewildered. “Um…I’m not sure how much would be appropriate to ask. I’m not sure what the entirety of my responsibilities would entail—“ She trailed off when Michael began to rub his temples as if getting a headache. “Listen,” he began, “let’s just ask him for five grand a week to start.” Abigail gasped, “What? Oh, but that sounds like too much.” Michael was already tapping the message in and sending it. “Wait,” she pleaded. The phone dinged right away. Abigail held her breath as Michael grinned. “Okay. So that’s all set. If you want a contract you’ll have to wait for one to be drawn up. In the meanwhile…” He dangled the keys before her again, one hand on his hip, waiting. It was too good to be true, but there were the keys, inches from her face. Abigail ...

... grinned, looking around again. She’d loved the kitchen, and the fireplaces were just breathtaking. The sound of the ocean and gulls outside was mesmerizing. It wouldn’t be her home, but it felt so peaceful. It might be a good way to start. Maybe she could find something similar later on. The piano upstairs called to her and that cello. She didn’t know how to play the cello but the sound of one always provoked tears. Yes. She was a sentiment idiot, and this house was beyond anything she ever imagined having all to herself, even if it did belong to someone else—and she’d get paid a ridiculous amount of money to keep it clean and organized. Clasping her hands together, she grinned at Michael. “Yes. I accept.” Michael’s grin spread ear to ear as she finally extended her hand for him to drop the keys into. “Great. Now let’s go tell Erica the good news. I’m sure she’ll be happy having you next door.” ******* There was no one home to see her off. Her mother had gone with Aunt Paulina to some weekend spa in Arizona, Mikayla was probably out shopping, and Daniel most likely was at his offices in Irvine. She repacked her suitcase with her few belongings and hit the road. Almost at her destination, her phone rang. Frowning, she wondered who would call her when no one knew her number yet. Up ahead was an Albertson’s supermarket. Already having planned on purchasing a few food items to stock the kitchen for herself, she pulled into the parking lot after making a u-turn since the place was ...