I heard a hard knock on my door. I got up from my couch & opened it.
"Oh, is that for me?
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I looked down to see him staring at my lace top along with the matching panties. I rolled my eyes "what do you want?"
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"No."
He frowned in confusion "why?"
"Because you still haven't told me why your here."
"I sense some anger here. What did I do?" He questioned.
"The fuck you want, Michael?"
He frowned "I just want to talk."
"Talk."
"Can i come in first?" He asked again.
I groaned & let him in. The lady killer cologne he had on tells me he wants to do more then just talk. He sat on my couch with his legs crossed giving me a seductive look.
"What do you want?"
"Did you like the ring?" He smirked.
"Why would you give me that thing?"
"Its just a reminder of how much a good friend you were too me" he said.
"Friend?"
"Yes, friend. I was wondering if you want to become more then just friends" he said.
"I'm not interested in a three-way love, Michael."
"Me & Diana got a divorce" he blurted out.
"Really?" I folded my arms as if i actually believe that shit.
"Yes, we divorced last week. The final was yesterday. Everything is split into half" he told.
"Oh Michael, I'm sorry."
"Eh, the marriage wasn't everything" he said.
"What about the baby?"
"Don't worry, i'll be around until she gives birth. I'm not that kind of father" he said.
"Why would you want to be in another relationship so fast like this?"
"Anne mae, I'm in love with you" he said.
"Yeah, I remember. That night on the phone when we spoke."
"Anne mae, I'm serious. I'm really in love with you. I've always have" he said.
I sat down beside him "Michael, we can't."
He frowned again "why not?"
"I have my reasons."
"Tell me!" He said.
Should I even tell him this? Will it piss him off & make him hit me? I guess i'll take a chance.
"Michael, I think you have a problem."
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
"I think you have a anger problem, Michael."
"A anger problem?" He questioned.
"When i was working at the club, I saw your fight with Diana."
"You saw that?" He leaned back on the couch.
"Yes, I saw the whole thing. It was pretty rough."
"Anne mae, you have to understand something. I went through a rough childhood. I never experienced love or been loved. Until I met Diana, she was everything too me. I knew I was in love the minute I saw her. But soon after, my love for her had died down. And things between us have been pretty rough. That fight you saw was us just one of the easy ones. You haven't seen the hard ones we've had."
"Michael, you do know that its wrong to hit women?"
"I know that" he gritted through his teeth. He took a hard breath before continuing.
"Its out of anger, she pisses me off so much."
"It still doesn't give you the right to raise your hand on a woman."
"I KNOW! I FUCKING KNOW, ALRIGHT?" He shouted. Then, he stood up pacing around. I stood up as well & calmly walked over too him.
"Michael, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I haven't been the same anymore anne Mae" he said.
"You need help Michael."
He sighed "I know, anne mae."
His face lit up with joy for a second "could you help me become my oldself again?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Please, anne mae! I really need this" he begged.
"I don't know, Michael."
"Please, Anne Mae!" He grabbed my hands & held them gently while getting on his knees. His blue eyes were glossy like he was going to cry.
"Michael i-" I stopped myself when I saw that tear fell down his cheek. Ah geez, he's getting emotional on me.
"Okay, i'll help you."
He kissed the back of my hand & hugged me tightly. "Thank you, anne mae!"
