Tainted Love

Visions

Once Michael made it home, he went straight to his room. He took off his jacket to his suit, threw it on the floor along with Niyah's gym bag, and started to pace. That's when he felt another pain in his chest. His body stated to feel weak. Before he knew what was happening, he collapsed onto his bed.

All of a sudden, he couldn't move. It felt as if his heart stopped. Everything was silent, yet the silence seemed so loud. As he looked into the air, scenes of Allen and Niyah making love flashed in his head. Next, he saw Chris making love to her. Both Allen's and Chris' smiles taunted him.

Michael closed his eyes and tried to clear his head. This was driving him insane. The two men he despised more than anything had the one thing that meant the most to him. It made him irate because he wanted her for himself.

He didn't understand why he loved to see her laugh, why he always brushed her hair out of her face. Why he loved it when she touched him. Michael loved the way she would put her face on his chest when the two of them watched a scary movie. He loved the way Niyah would snuggle up to him when she was cold. He loved being in her presence.

Everything Michael saw turned red, as if he put on a pair of red sunglasses. His chest started to flex. That's when his body started to tingle. He tried to sit up. Michael felt hot. He took off his tie and shirt. He threw them on the floor as well.

Michael started to daydream what it would have been like, if they had made love. He wanted to know what it felt like to be inside of her. He wondered how hot, tight and wet she is. Would she fit him like a glove? He wanted to know the feeling of waking up with her in his arms, not one morning but every morning. Michael wondered if he would ever get the chance to find out.

Come on, man, get yourself together! Maybe if I take a shower, I can concentrate. Michael still felt weak. As he walked into his bathroom, he took his hand and felt his forehead. To him, it felt as if he was coming down with some type of fever. His skin felt hot and moist.

Michael barely made it to his shower. He turned on the hot water and got in. He stretched out his fingers as he pressed his hands against the wall and closed his eyes. He submerged himself in the stream of water, as if he was trying to wash away the pain. The water ran over the top of his head, down the chocolate skin of his neck and broad shoulders. From there, it ran down his well-defined back. The water eased down his perfect chest and abs. The hot water steamed up the bathroom, making it hard for him to see once he opened his eyes. As he started to wash himself, thoughts of Niyah began to overwhelm him.

Niyah walked up behind him in the shower. She kissed his back as she rubbed his chest from behind. Placing her breasts on his back, she slowly slid her body down his. She stopped at his hips. Lightly, she pressed her lips right in the curve of his spine, right above his nice round behind. Slowly, she worked her way up. When she reached his neck, she rubbed each hand down his shoulders. Niyah kissed his tattoo of an ankh on his right shoulder blade.

Michael turned around to face her. He looked down into her eyes. She looked up into his. He pulled the pin out of her hair. Her hair fell down to her side. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Niyah kissed his lips as they both stood under the water. With her hands, she caressed the back of his head.

Michael put his hands around her hips, as she moved her body against his. He pushed her against the wall, picked her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Michael guided himself inside of her. With all that was in him, he thrust his hips forward, going deep inside her. The water from the shower was the only thing between them. She squeezed his neck as she contracted the muscles in her thighs and stomach to pull him in deeper.

Michael was almost at his point of climax when the hot water turned cold. He jumped back. His daydream of making love to Niyah had ended. He stood in the back of his shower, disoriented, looking through the steam for her.

She wasn't there. He shook his head, thinking what happened between them was real. His soldier was standing at full attention, despite the fact that the water was as cold as ice. He turned the water off, slid the shower curtain back, grabbed a towel and wiped his face. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he got out.

As Michael got dressed, he thought about how Allen had played him. He knew he couldn't let him get away with that. Allen knew exactly what he was doing. There was no way Michael was going to let Allen run him off that easy.

He had to go back to work. He walked over to the full-length mirror in his room and looked at his reflection. Michael didn't recognize himself. He was no longer Michael Smith, the ladies' man. A man that could walk into the room and have any woman he pleased. He always dressed and smelled like a million bucks. So what was the problem? Why couldn't he get the one woman he was in love with?

Michael got his things together and went downstairs to get ready for work. When he went into the family room, he found Niyah lying on the sofa. She had cried herself to sleep. He walked over to her and bent down in front of her. Even though she was asleep, she was still crying. As he wiped the tears away, his heart pounded like a drum. She looked beautiful. Michael wanted to kiss her. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her lips. Their lips only met for a moment. Michael wondered what he was going to do. He stood and put a blanket over her. He tried to walk away, but for some reason, his feet wouldn't move. He couldn't find it in him to turn away from his sleeping beauty. Soon, Niyah started to toss and turn, as if she was having a bad dream.

"It was a mistake!" she cried. "I never meant to hurt Michael."

"I know, but you did." He left her sleeping and returned to work.