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

Chapter 36: Try Me

Michael's POV

I sat on the bed and watched Zoe closely as she scrambled around the room, throwing things in her suitcase.

"Where's my other shoe?" She asked herself. "Dammit, how do you lose one shoe?" She cursed. She ran around the room in a frenzy in search of the shoe. She eventually found it underneath the bed and tossed it in her suitcase. I smirked as I watched her come close to a panic attack as she packed her bag. We have a flight to catch in the morning, and she's dead set on having everything ready to go ahead of time. Mind you, almost 24 hours ahead of time. This woman is the exact opposite of a procrastinator. She wants things done immediately.

I also think she's trying to keep herself busy so that there's no time for us to talk. Since we left Monica's house, she hasn't given me the chance to explain myself to her. She just runs around like everything is peachy, but I know better than that. I can tell that she's hurt, and I wish she would just listen to me for a second so I can make her feel better.

"Babe, can you slow down for a second?" I asked. "I want to talk to you."

She turned to look at me. "Can it wait? I have to get this done."

"You have the rest of the day to pack, Zoe."

She looked at her watch, which I knew meant she was scheduling time to talk into her mental calendar. After a few seconds she looked back up at me and nodded. "Okay, I think I can work it out. Go ahead."

I twiddled my thumbs together nervously. "Will you sit?"

She walked over to the bed and sat next to me, giving me her full attention.

I cleared my throat. "Um-"

"Strippers, Michael?" She interrupted, with a disappointed look on her face. "Really?"

"It was only one stripper." I explained. "She exaggerated. And I never touched her, Zoe. I swear I never came into contact with that girl."

She rolled her eyes. "Please don't lie. It was a long time ago. You don't have to lie."

"I'm not lying. When we were having our issues I got upset one day and decided to get back at you in some way so I had Monica arrange a private dance. And that's all it was."

"There's a difference between a stripper and a private dancer. You're allowed to touch a private dancer and they're allowed to touch you."

"I never touched her."

She scoffed. "So you're telling me that some sexy half naked woman was dancing all up on you and you never once laid a finger on her. You didn't even hold her waist?"

I shook my head. "She didn't dance on me. She just danced in the room..."

"That doesn't make any sense, Michael."

"I'm telling you the truth. I wouldn't lie to you about this. It wasn't what Monica made it out to be. It's not like I had her sending 10 strippers at a time on multiple occasions. It was one girl, one time, and never again. I didn't touch her, and I barely even looked at her."

She searched my eyes for honesty before letting out a deep breath. A smirk crept across her face as she stared at me. "You are so weird..." She whispered.

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Huh?"

"You let a woman dance across the room and you didn't touch or look at her. Are you sure you're a man?" She chuckled softly.

I blushed and looked down. "I felt horrible the entire time. I never wanted you to know about that, Zoe."

She nodded. "You're not the only with the secrets..."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She sighed. "There are things that I never wanted you to know either."

My heart stopped. "L-... Like what?" I stammered. What is she trying to say? What else could she possibly be keeping from me?

"I don't think now is the right time to have that discussion."

"Well you can't just mention that you're keeping things from me and then not elaborate." I argued.

She shook her head. "Now is not the time. You're the last person on my list, remember?"

I sighed in frustration. "Forget the list. You need to tell me-"

She gasped. "Don't say that again!" She snapped.

"What?"

"What you just said."

"You need to tell me?"

"No! Before that."

"Forget the list?"

"Shut up!" She shouted, slapping her hands over my mouth. She practically tackled me and we both fell backwards onto the bed.

I giggled uncontrollably from behind Zoe's hand, which was still covering my mouth. Soon, Zoe broke into giggles as well.

I pushed her off of me and leaned up. "You're crazy, woman..." I chuckled.

"No, you're crazy! You know better than to try me..."

"Try you?" I questioned.

"Yes..."

"What does that mean?"

She scoffed. "You know what it means..."

"I don't think we have the same meaning. Because if so I've tried you hundreds of times. And I'm gonna try you tonight."

"Shut up, Michael!" She gasped and slapped her hand over my mouth once more. We fell back on the bed again but this time we rolled around as I tried to wriggle out of her grasp.

I rolled over again so that she was underneath me and I quickly pinned her hands above her head. Her eyes widened in shock. She must've forgotten that I'm stronger than her.

I smirked and kissed her lips softly. "I think I want to try you now, baby..." I whispered.

She smiled. "But I have to pack..."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

I rolled my eyes and covered her mouth with one hand. "I think it's your turn to shut up."