Michelle's POV

"Ma'am?" I heard Justicia's voice from the hallway, "You have a visitor."

A visitor? Who could it be? In my discovery of my father's secret I'd momentarily forgotten about the event I was so eager about.

I stepped out of the room quietly and came down the stairs. The bell rang again and I moved towards the door and pulled it open.

I gasped.

Myron was standing there looking like sin. His shirt showed off his abs and structured body, not to talk of the cologne that whipped into my nostrils when I opened the door.

Seeing him reminded me of the past hours. I'd completely forgotten. I...