22nd of December, 1993
Brooklyn is 27, Michael is 35Brooklyn: I waited impatiently for Michael to return home. He's been gone for hours.
He was in a meeting with the Chandlers' attorney, along with his lawyers.
They were discussing a settlement; Michael took Bert's advice to settle, because he was told that if he won't, this case could last for at least five more years.
I supported his decision, even though I wanted him to be proven innocent in court. But he didn't have time to go through all that and I didn't have the heart to put him through that.
The problem was, the Chandlers wanted a lot of money.
Evan was such a greedy bastard.
It wasn't enough for him to put my husband through emotional and physical stress, he also wanted his money.
Disgusting.The front door opened and a relieved Michael walked in.
"Well?" I asked.
"It's over. Evan got what he wanted." he answered.
I hugged him tightly, "For how much did you settle?"
"For... A lot. It doesn't matter." he looked away.
"What is a lot?" I questioned.
I knew that I was annoying him with questions because of the irritated look on his face. Still, I wanted to know.
"22 million."
"What?!" I widened my eyes. "But I thought you refused to give them more than a million!"
"I know, but Evan wouldn't take it. He kept refusing the amounts my lawyers offered. We sat with them for a few hours today until they agreed on one. I don't want to talk about anymore." he mumbled.
I watched as he walked away.
Following him to our bedroom, I couldn't help but feel useless.
He would now have to deal with critics again, that will try to bring him down.
All I could do was comfort him about it.Michael was taking off his shirt when I entered the bedroom. He looked so drained.
"Maybe you should get some rest, Mike." I suggested.
"I will." he lied.
I sighed and walked up to him.
"I could always help, you know..." I trailed off.
I didn't hesitate to connect our lips, and he didn't pull away either.
"Mmhm, yes please." he moaned into my mouth.
I was surprised he was giving into me so quickly. Ever since he learned about the allegations he was distant. Every time something would spark up, he'd say he's not in the mood.
Michael wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
I pulled away to catch my breath.
"Why'd you stop?" he frowned.
"You need to sleep." I told him.
"I thought you wanted to help me."
I smirked, "I do, come cuddle."
My husband snickered. "So we have code names for sex now?"
"No, I really just want to cuddle with you." I shrugged. Taking off my pants, I got under the covers.
"Tease." he said.
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23rd of December, 1993
Brooklyn is 27, Michael is 35
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