The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 26: Fights and reconciliation

Michael's POV:

I couldn't believe what I had just done.

I had rejected a good and pleasurable
night of pure sex with Karla Estrabao.
God, I walked from one side to the other in that corridor, thinking about the idea of going back and take that woman in my arms. But what about Natalie? As much anger as I was feeling that night, I wouldn't do such betrayal. And would it be betrayal? I didn't have anything with Natalie. Or I did, I don't know.

I shook my head walking out of
"Imperium". The maddening noise
of the sensual music stayed behind,
leaving only the silence of that night. I
needed to put my thoughts in order, I
needed to understand what was going
on inside me.

I entered my car, taking a deep breath. I leaned my head over the steering wheel trying to quiet my thoughts. I would go back home and I would sleep. That was the best choice. As much as I still wanted Karla with all the strength of my being, I liked Natalie, and it was with her that I wanted to be.

I started the ignition, bringing the car to life, and leaving that place to perhaps never come back. I drove a few times around downtown Indiana, thinking about the idea of picking up Natalie.
Surely the problem with Laura had
already been resolved. It took me about half an hour until passing in front of her building.

With the car moving slowly I could
see two women that were more than
familiar. One of them I knew, it was
Natalie. The brunette was with the
same dress she was wearing at dinner a couple of hours ago. And beside her?
I approached more, with the windows
closed. And it wasn't possible. I didn't
want to believe it.
Lauren hugged Natalie for a long time
and she reciprocated in the same way.
So that was the problem with Laura?
A sudden urge to get out of the car and go face both of them took over me, but I wouldn't do such thing. I was superior to all of that. As much anger as I had, I wouldn't say anything now. I stayed a few more minutes watching the scene, until Natalie let go of Lauren and looked towards my car. Fuck. She knew. I sped the vehicle getting out of that place without looking back. I was angry, feeling like a fool. It was because of this type of things that I hated to fall in love.

Was I in love?

No.

No.

No.

I felt anger, of me, for being stupid
enough to refuse a night with Karla.
My will was to return to that club and
fuck her until I couldn't anymore. But I wouldn't do it. I would just treat Natalie in a cold way just like she deserved.

Bad mood, anger and impatience.
Those three words defined that day. I
took a sip of the strongest Whiskey as
breakfast, and then I left for Jackson's
Industry. The traffic was hellish, just like my state of mind. I closed my eyes
and the images of Lauren and Natalie
made itself present, just like during
all the hours that I hadn't been able to
sleep that night. I remembered the wasted moment with Karla.

Shit.

I honked one, two, three times to the
rusty car ahead. If he didn't have
money to buy a better car it was better to stay off the streets.
Minutes later I parked in my
presidential spot, and went towards
the elevators. The employees rushed to their proper places as usual. I walked among them with a deadly gaze. I entered the elevator and on the tenth floor I saw Laura enter in it as well.

"Good Morning, sir." The woman
greeted me, but I didn't even answer.
And after a few floors, the beep of the
elevator signaled that I had arrived
where I wanted I got out of the elevator, and stared at the brunette sitting at her desk. I passed by her without even saying a word.