Love and Weakness (Third Part of "Love In The Spotlight") MJ Fantasy

Chapter 10: Explaining

Zoe's POV

After finally managing to climb the stairs, I headed towards Michael's room. I looked back and forth down the hallway, searching for whatever Ramone is trying to keep from me, before approaching the door. Before I could knock, I heard something strange.

"You feel so good... Shit... Oh Naomi..." I heard Michael hiss, followed by soft female moaning. My jaw dropped and I stared at the door in shock. Is this really happening? Am I in a dream right now? This can't be real life...

I opened the door slowly, hoping to find that I just imagined what I heard. Unfortunately, I didn't imagine it. I stood in the doorway in utter shock as my husband eff'ed Naomi Campbell's brains out.

"Michael, how could you?!" I shouted, unable to go any longer without my presence being known.

Michael and Naomi both whipped their heads in my direction. "Oh shit, Zoe..." Michael muttered with wide eyes, rolling off of her. "Zoe.... Um..." He stuttered, reaching under the blankets for his boxers. Naomi smirked at me as she sat up in the bed with the sheets wrapped around her. Unable to face the situation any longer, I turned and left the room.

"Zoe!" Michael called after me.

I ignored him and walked to my room, opening the door and slamming it behind me. I immediately pressed my back against the door and slid down it, all the way to the ground, where I finally let my tears flow. I placed my face in my hands and wept softly, replaying what I just saw over and over again in my mind. My husband was just having sex with a supermodel. In our house. Loud enough that my brother and sister could hear. While my son is home. While I'm home. While I'm pregnant. It's all just too much. Over these past few months Michael's behavior has been so irrational. I'm supposed to be the irrational one. He usually holds everything together. Now, he's slowly becoming a man that I don't remember falling in love with. I just can't believe he was inconsiderate enough to do that. He threw away my feelings, my respect, and the no-arguing pact we made. All for sex? Definitely not the Michael I know. And after something like this, I'm 100% sure that divorce was the right decision for us.

Michael's POV

"Dammit!" I shouted, hopping off of the bed and scrambling around for my pants.

"Why didn't you tell me she was home?" Naomi asked, seeming almost amused.

"Does it matter? You wouldn't have cared anyway." I replied in an annoyed tone as I zipped my pants.

She scoffed. "I'm not a homewrecker, Michael."

I turned to look at her. "Then why did you come over here? You know I'm married. Don't act clueless..."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "I came over here to do all of the things for you that your wife can't anymore."

I stared at her blankly for a few seconds. "Get out." I ordered, looking back at the ground to find my shirt.

"What?"

"Put your clothes on and leave. You should know better than to run your damn mouth about my wife." I reiterated.

She giggled sarcastically. "Your putting me out? You begged me to come over here and you knew your wife was home. But now that she actually finds out, you want me to leave?" She giggled louder.

"I'm glad this is funny to you." I snapped.

She continued to laugh. "It's hilarious... You have real issues, Michael. You know that, right? You don't know what the hell you want..."

I spotted her heels by the door and went over to them, opening the door and throwing them into the hallway. "Goodbye, Naomi."

"Don't throw my shit around-"