How To Get Humbled 101 | 18+

Day 7 - The beauty of pleasure🏳

Remember🏳 = Regular smut.

Yuno's POV

MAY 3RD, 1988, 7:45 AM

So it's been a couple of days since moving into his ranch. My boxes are supposed to be coming in today, but I still feel on edge about what he said to me a couple of days ago, and I haven't seen him since then. However, just from that negative encounter, I can officialy say that Michael is a fucking prick. His brain must be so far up his ass that he thinks he can just say whatever he wants to anyone. I'm more stressed out that I haven't been able to watch Mr.Rogers in 5 days. This is just straight up torture.

How long do I have to bare with this?!

I just need to hold on a little longer. I'll find some way to watch Mr. Rogers later. As I said before, I rather live well than live shitty. Surprisingly enough I haven't been given any tasks since I got here, and to be fair Michael hasn't been here in a few days so maybe he's focused on something else than me.

Good!

I rather it stay that way, but of course nothing good can last forever. I groan as I try to shut my eyes tight. The sun is super bright today for some reason, but I don't feel like getting up to close the curtains. A knock soon enters the quiet atmosphere which causes me to squint towards the door.

"Ms Yuno, are you awake?" "No, go away." I yawn and close my eyes once again. The doorknob twisted open before a guy with short dark brown and blonde curls entered the room. This is Rico. He showed me around the ranch after Michael requested him to give me a tour. He gently shakes my shoulder with his muscular hands. "Miss, Yuno, you need to get up, Mr. Jackson would like you to have breakfast with him." "Say what now?" My crankiness was going up from a zero to a ten. "Ms Yuno, I know you and Mr. Jackson have your ups and downs but please trust me, he's a really easy going guy." Rico's voice would make me reconsider staying in the bed.

For some reason I have butterflies when around Rico. Guaranteed we did just meet each other some time back, but he's very polite and gentle, like Mr. Rogers in some sort of way. My body warms up when Rico touches my body. "No way. I rather die than eat with him." A sigh came from his mouth. "Ms Yuno, if you don't go downstairs I'll be in trouble-"

"Rico! If she's refusing to come out then exit her room already!" I hear Michael raise his voice from a distance. "Ms Yuno PLEASE-" Rico seemed frightened by the idea of getting in trouble with Michael. Without hesitation I jump out of bed and walk out the room. Forgetting that I had a tanktop and boy shorts on, I would casually step into the hallway. Michael just stares at me as he stands in the middle of the stairway. "Yuno, is it possible you can put a robe on?" "Is it possible that you shut the fuck up?" I snarled at him before marching back to the room.

I quickly threw on some pants and left my tank top on, but I refused to put on anything else. Once I made it downstairs and into the kitchen I decide to take a seat ALL the way to the end of the table to avoid him. Rico just stood next to Michael before pointing at his lips and forming a smile. Is Rico asking me to smile? How sweet, but I'm not smiling when Michael is around. Anyone that's disrespectful to me doesn't deserve to see the beauty of my smile. My frown would deepen into my face as I was unsatisfied with Michael's presence. I will always refuse to sit next to him. Especially with that mouth he has.

"Good morning Yuno." While he was awaiting for a 'good morning' I was in the middle of stuffing my cheeks so that I would avoid conversating with him. "Ok, well, today I need you to do a bit of work for me. It's light stuff I promise." This would cause me to give him an intense glare. "Oh really?" Rico would soon raise his hand and give me some sort of signal. He kept shaking his head, but I could not understand what he wanted me to do. "Yes, really, it shouldn't be hard Yuno." A simple huff came out my mouth. "Oh, is that so?" "Yes." He replied as he looked unbothered by me getting upset and more so focused on his plate.