She's Invincible (sequel to Give In To Me)

Chapter 22

Michael's POV

This is so wrong...but it feels so damn good....I want and I don't want to push her away. My mind is swimming in alcohol and bliss. She crawled down on me and her mouth is sliding up and down my manhood...Shit....this is....SO FUCKING WRONG! I'M A MARRIED MAN, FOR GOD'S SAKE! I HAVE BELINDA!

I push her away and fix my trousers. I push myself as farther away from her as I can and eye her with disgust, as she tries to wipe off her smeared lipstick.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Tatiana?! Last time, on stage, I thought that you've gone too far. But this is...this is...I have no words for it."

"It's called a blow job and you were quite enjoying it, Michael."

"Shut up! You have no right to do this. I am married. See? This is my wedding ring."

"I see that. But I also see that by the looks of things you ain't been laid in ages. Where's your wife? Touring, huh? C'mon, don't be silly. Let me help you relax a little."

She's edging herself towards me and I stand up, careful to steady my legs and not fall down, making a fool of myself.

"Tatiana, where my wife is and what she's doing is her business. You have no right touching me like that. I belong to only one woman: the woman who put this ring on my finger and gave me 4 children. All you ever gave me was headaches with your constant lack of consistence in your performance on stage!"

"Michael...that was then...but even then....I liked you...a lot. And I still do. Your wife will never find out..."

She is standing up, trying to push me back into my seat again, but I hold my place.

"Tatiana...this is wrong, OK? I am married and I don't like you like that."

"You are such a poor liar. I see how your eyes devour me...you want to touch me....you want to grab my breasts...and part my legs...and make love to me till we can't stand up and walk..."

"I was looking at you, Tatiana, true, but I was doing it just to convince myself that you are THAT Tatiana I used to know. Because I surely don't recognize you in the caricature you've turned yourself into. You know, I have a sexy and naturally beautiful wife and no matter how sex deprived I might be, I have no pleasure touching and squeezing two plastic bags. And I wouldn't stick my dick in you for all the money in the world, because I surely don't want to catch a STD."

I reach in my breast pocket and throw some bills on the table for my dinner and drinks and leave quickly, before she can recover and say anything back. I am not so rude usually...but that was just too much. Too much stress and loneliness, topped by this. I just let out all my frustration.

But I am proud of myself. I did not become a wife cheater. I did not become like Joseph. I found the strength to walk away from a blow job, even if I'll get blue balls for this. Shit! I need to hit the shower and solve this problem. But first of all I need to call Belinda. Yes! First things first! For all I know, Tatiana will rush to the first tabloid with a concocted story. I can't risk it – Belinda needs to know the whole truth from me and me alone. I get undressed and throw the clothes in the laundry basket. They reek of her perfume. Her disgusting, whorish perfume!

No matter how upset I am, I'm still hard. Oh God! I nearly cheated on Belinda! This thought frightens me, makes my knees wobble and solves my problem at the same time. I just stop and think, my mind cleared of alcohol and I realize how, in a stupid moment of weakness, I could have lost everything...everything I love most. Suddenly, I don't feel so proud of myself anymore. Sure, I walked away, but I didn't fight it from the start.

I sink to the floor and grab the bed sheets in my hands. I look at my fingers, at my wedding ring and I gather courage. No matter what, I have to call Belinda and tell her. I cannot let another minute pass. I cannot let Tatiana's venom spread like cancer and ruin my marriage.