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'Forget about her.' Michael had promised himself that he'd keep to that fucking rule and now he'd broken it, again. Things were not going the way they were supposed to and it made him agitated. Michael breathed hard, his arms folded across his chest as he glared at the rising numbers on the elevator. No one understood her, not the way he did.

Elain Abernathy. The perfect daughter for her parents, the supportive girlfriend for her pussy-ass boyfriend, and the amazing athlete with looks to die for their small town. What a fucking joke.

Elain liked to pretend that she didn't have wants, didn't want him, but Michael knew who she was on the inside. He'd always known her and would continue to know her for the rest of their fucking lives.

Unlike Rika, Elain wasn't a deceiving cunt who hid behind a perfect exterior. She could be coy and evasive, but she never pretended to be someone she wasn't. Elain didn't lie and cheat and make him feel like an idiot for ever giving a shit about her.

'Why the fuck did he take he take her to her apartment? Why did he want her safe? Why did he ask her if she had a key just so she wouldn't have to be locked out of her own fucking apartment?'

Rika had been a surprise, frightened and flushed as she burst through the stairwell doors, but Elain had knocked him off of his game. The confident act she only pulled when her beloved boyfriend wasn't around made him want to touch her so fucking bad.

The elevator doors opened and Michael stepped into the foyer. He rounding the corner into the darkened living room, but then slowed down when he noticing the girl he'd sent up. Honestly, Michael had completely forgotten she was even there. Alex sat in the middle of the floor, straddling a wooden chair. Completely naked.

Michael held back a smile as he narrowed his eyes. He approaching the chair as she quirked her lips into a small smile. Her forearms rested on the top of the chair-back, while her legs were spread wide and her high heeled feet were planted on the floor on either side of the chair.

Stopping a foot in front of her, Michael let his eyes fall to her exposed body. Supple, open, and ready for him. Her breasts were perfect and round, he gazed down at her tan stomach, letting his eyes drop to her bare pussy, wondering if she was already wet. Michael reached up, running the back of his hand over her cheek as she leaned into him, eyeing him playfully. Her long, silky hair draped over her breasts as she darted out, catching his thumb between her teeth and biting it gently.