Love Affair In Chicago

Twelve

"We're Not Over"

Michael and the band had been rehearsing for about two hours non-stop. They had an image to uphold  now. Because the band was praised for their great performance in the Chicago Tribune,the Clairmont decided to book the band for another Gala. Michael was pleased with rehearsal and more excited about his new song he wrote.  He poured his feelings and emotions into it and it was perfect. The band  packed up their equipment and exchanged a few words with Michael about their upcoming  performance. He was sure they'd  generate great revenue and land more gigs. At least that's what Thomas presented to him and now with another performance booked, and such high praise in the paper, Michael knew it was possible.  Afterwards,Michael agreed to meet them for drinks if he hadn't got too busy or fell asleep.  Once he left the stage with his belongings he walked towards the lobby near the elevators. The concierge called Michael to the desk. He said a few words to him then passed him an envenlope. Michael held the envenlope finally opening it. He took out took the papers inside and his eyes chased the words. You could hear the agitation in his voice,but he couldn't reflect that anger on the employee. These were all messages from Giselle most had urgent written in red ink.  Michael breathed out harshly stuffing the messages back inside the envelope. Before walking away he  laid the envelope on the desk asking the  concierge to discard it. He shook his head pondering about their short lived past. The way she loved him, kissed him,made wild love to him. He missed it. He misses her. He loved her,still. He took the elevator up to his floor and dragged his body towards his suite door. After slipping his key inside the lock he pushed the door open,sat his belongings down on the floor and flung his key card on the table. He walked down the narrow corridor until he reached the bar in the living room.  Orange juice wouldn't do, he needed something stronger.  He took a small shot bottle from the mini-fridge behind the bar and walked down to his room. The cap opened and soon a clear liquid swam down his  throat. "Gigi." He winced. "Why,baby? Why did you break my heart?" he wept pulling at his tie wrestling with the buttons on his shirt.  Out of the dark shadows Michael heard a whisper.  He'd thought at first it was just his imagination, but the warmth of her breath in his ear, and the soft wet touch of her tongue awakened him. She clutched his waist pressing her naked body  closer.

"Michael." She breathed in a brisk tone  "Please love me again." she sighed, sliding her hands up his chest holding him tightly.  "Michael."her words trembled roughly curving her hands over his breast bone.

"Giselle. NO."Michael replied grasping her hands. She held him tighter begging in a soft cry. She sucked on his shoulder fighting to hold to the man that brought her great pleasure.  Michael gripped her wrist pulling away from her grasp. He stood reposed,surprised and still in love;almost.

"Say something, Michael.  Let it out so we can reconcile.  I love you and that alone should be enough to forgive me."she exclaimed.

He scoffed.  Again he exhaled and pulled through his hair.  "You know." he paused taking a deeper breath. "Forgive you? For which lie exactly? Not being married?  Not loving your husband? Being away from your children?  Or could it be loving me?" He said with sarcasm so thick she was nearly speechless.

"Mi -Michael. I-I.." she stuttered.  "Okay. I lied,but not about my feelings for you." she shook her head in her reply telling him what he wanted didn't matter. "It can never be over for us. I'm not letting you go. That's not an option for me. And once you clear your head you'll see how foolish you're being."

"You don't realize the impact you had on me;on every choice I made since arriving. You were loving me and married to another man. And that's suppose to prove your feelings are real for me. You used me Giselle.  For what?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Something to do when you can't fuck your husband?"

Giselle slapped Michael's face almost immediately.  She stared in a rage and was ready to attack again.  "Don't you ever speak to me like I'm some trap floozy that means nothing to you." she yelled clutching his cheeks in her hands. "We fucked! Yes! I love making love to you. I needed you. You needed me.  How can you stand here and speak to me as if I'm nothing ,Michael? You love me. I know you do."  She rushed in kissing his lips roughly.  Michael groaned out of anger finally pushing her away.  She smirked biting her lip staring with a deep satisfaction.  "You can  pretend that you don't love me, but I know the truth. Yes,I  lied about my situation, but not about my feelings for you.  Thomas  means absolutely nothing to me and he hasn't for a long time. We share children not love,baby" she winced reaching her hands slowly caressing his cheek.  "What you and I  have is real Michael.  When you said those three words  to me, I knew in my heart you'd love me forever.  Forgive me. You have no choice." she demanded.

Michael breathed out catching his breath. His lips were damp from the kiss and his heart raced out of anger.  He didn't say a word,not a cry or a weep. He barely breathed when he heard  her demands. Was this the same Giselle? She was nothing like the woman he fell in love with. Nothing like the woman that cried on his shoulder weeping about her children being sent away and her overbearing husband bullying her. "It's over. You made me look like fool.  I even feel like a fool. I'm shameful of loving a married woman."  he scoffed. "And I thought Diana was bad." he scoffed. "You lied to him pretending to be a faithful wife. Then you lied to me giving me your body night after night.  Loving me so good that I bought a ring. I wanted to marry you." he scoffed shaking his head in the unbelievable circumstance he's embarked on. "Giselle go to your family;your husband and children. They need you and I don't.  We're over."  he said simply without any emotion. He walked out of the bedroom, down the corridor and into the living room. Giselle stood there feeling empty.  There was no way she'd ever give him up. She made herself believe Michael  couldn't be in his right mind. He had to have been blinded by the hurt he was feeling and eventually he would come to his senses and love her again. She slipped her dress back on and tossed her hair back. She left his bedroom meeting him at the front door of his suite.  She paused exhaling a breath and stood infront of him adjusting the belt on her expensive coat. They stared in silence. Michael's eyes were dead and emotionless, but she was right he loved her. How could he stop just because? He knew it'd be hard to breakaway from her,but he couldn't love her anymore, and he could never admit those feelings to her again.  She watched his eyes closely searching for some significance of love. Then she smirked  leaning forward. Her lips parted  but she said nothing. She balanced herself on her tiptoes,her hands rested on his chest. "I love you. Believe me when I say that I love you more than any man I've ever been with. We're not over and we'll never be." she said placing a kiss to his lips then she made her exit.

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