Chapter Eight

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Michael
I loosen up my tie and unbutton a couple of my shirt buttons as I read the email one of my client's sent me.

Thank you so much, Mr. Ealy. We truly don't know what we would do if you didn't help us.

This is the client I helped win the case against the hospital that stole her cells. I send a quick you're welcome and offer them to come to me if they need anything else.

I just want to be home right now, asleep. No phone calls, no clients, no meetings. Just me and my bed. I log off my computer to take a break. I call my secretary, Catherine.

"Cancel all of my afternoon appointments." I say.

"Uh...okay sir. Shall I reschedule them?" She asks.

"Yeah. Do that. I need to go home."

Fallon
I stretch myself out on my yoga mat in Michael's home gym. I let out a groan as I stretch out this muscle that has been tight for a while.

"Shoooottt!! Yess..." I moan to myself.

"Enjoying yourself?" A male voice asks.

I jump up and hit my head against a pole. I fall back to the ground in pain and surprise.

"Ouch!" I exclaim.

Michael rushes over and helps me up.

"Didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?" He asks.

"May have a little bump but I'm okay." I say while rubbing my head.

Why'd I think it was Donnell? Michael touches the spot that's begin to form a bump. I flinch a little.

"Let's put some ice on this." He suggests before taking my upper arm and leading me to the kitchen.

I'm so embarrassed. I barely have any clothes on too. Just a sports bra and shorts. Michael retrieves an already-made ice pack and puts it on my head.

"There," he says,"That should help with the swelling."

"Wow, a lawyer and a nurse?" I joke with a smile.

"You gotta learn some basic first aid when you have kids." He chuckles.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" I ask him.

"I live here." He states as if this is normal.

"Haha. Forreal..."

"I needed a day off into the real world. I have this huge home but I never got to enjoy it." He explains.

I nod my head in understanding. I catch him checking me out really quick as we talk a little. I find myself crossing my arms over my chest in insecurity.

"You need to teach me some yoga sometime." He says.

I smile,"I'm an amateur. I'm not very good myself."

"You know more than me. That's good enough. Plus, it seemed like you were a pro."

"You were watching me?"

"Only for a minute before I interrupted."

Harris walks into the kitchen with his arms full of groceries and jumps at the sight of Michael. I chuckle and walk over to help him with the groceries.

"Something wrong, Harris?" Michael asks with a smile.

"Uh.. Nothing, Michael. Just a little startled."

Michael laughs,"You can relax. I'm only joking."

I walk towards the door to escape and change my clothes.

"I'm gonna lay down. I feel a little light-headed." I tell them.

"Okay, see you later." Michael says.

I feel his eyes on my behind as I walk away. He's such an attractive man, but I'm the nanny.

Michael
I watch as Fallon walks away. I can't help but notice how nice and shapely her butt is in those short shorts.

"She's a very attractive woman, Michael. Don't you think?" Harris asks while putting the groceries away.

"Oh, she's cute," I lie.

She's gorgeous. I find it odd that she doesn't have a boyfriend or something. Her body is just wow. I begin to think about how she overreacted today when I walked in on her.

"Harris, you couldn't believe how she reacted when I walked in on her while she was doing yoga."

"What?" He asks.

"I said one thing and she nearly jumped out of her skin. I wasn't trying to scare her or anything."

He shrugs,"Maybe she's not used to things like that."

"There was something on her face though. Like pure fear and panic." I reply insightfully.

Harris pauses then shakes his head.

"What? Just say it." I encourage.

"Maybe in her past she's been in abusive situations... I don't know." He says.

I nod my head slowly. The pieces are coming together.

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