No Sir.

Fuck Buddies

Crashing and yelling pulls me out from the grey behind my eyelids.

What the hell?

Blinking away the laziness in my eyes I pick up my heavy head to look around.

Michael is gone.

The windows in the room stream in the shy morning light. 

The jitters in my body want me to investigate so I reluctantly peel away the soft warm duvet, leaving it crumpled in the middle of the bed.

Banging and shouting continues, getting louder as I step toward the door.

From the hall, I can make out Michael's voice and another man's. They seem to be coming from the locked door I saw yesterday.

I unconsciously pat my pants for my phone then remember I didn't have it on me when I came in.

Damn.

I must've dropped it inside Michael's car. Very nice car at that. I wonder what he does that he can afford a Porsche as his daily driver? I can't leave without it. Everything is on there.

As I head into the living room my stomach does a beautiful rendition of a beluga whales mating call. Looking out the windows of the balcony, the sunrise has painted all the glass around town an orange creamsicle color. The edges twinkle and flash silver as a few cars drive around the twisting streets.

The banging seems to have stopped but the voices continue their cacophonous battle.

My bare feet slap against the cool marble floors toward the kitchen. I start digging into cabinets and doors, trying to find something to make.

I grab out a couple of boxes and open up the fridge. I grab out a tube of sausage meat, setting it on the counter.

After trifling through enough cabinets and cupboards and doors I find everything I need. The gas stove clicks into ignition. I set a pan on to warm, mixing up a pancake batter then taking the cutting board, slicing medallions off the tube of sausage meat.

Finishing up, a door from the hallway slams shut. Familiar steps head my direction. I glance back seeing someone in a black suit heading toward me. The tap of dress shoes come just behind me.

"What was going on in there Michael? You killing somebody in here?" A quick laugh leaves my mouth. I step to the side, shaking the skillet with half cooked sausage patties.

Two thick arms wrap around me, a head leaning against the back of mine, giving me a squeeze that pushes a little air out of my chest.

"No, we never do that here"

That is not Michael's voice.

I drop my spatula, turning quickly. I press my back against the counter. He has similar to features to Michael somehow but his bottom lip is purple with a fresh cut in it.

"Oh my god! I thought you were-"

"Sorry to disappoint" a smirk passes his face, "I'm not my brother thankfully".

"I didn't know Michael had a brother?"

"Oh does that emotionless sack not tell you about himself?" He walks up to me placing his hands just around my hips. "I'm Rei, sweetheart" he plants a kiss on my eyebrow.

He's a spitting image to his brother, without the scar by his eye. "I'm sorry if we woke you up to our noise this morning. We had some..." he looks up in thought returning his dark chocolate eyes to my own wide ones " work stuff to attend to".

"I uh, made breakfast" my eyes are locked to his deep soft ones.

"How about we sit together and eat your delicious breakfast so I can apologize for how rude I've treated my beautiful guest? Huh?" His hand caresses my cheek, making my heart double in speed. He leans in toward me.