- hey there lady, - Sucre's voice interrupted my thoughts as he approached and sat beside me. I glanced up from her book, closed it with a quiet sigh and placed it on the chair near me. - how are you holding up?
I shrugged, heart still felt heavy. - did you know that our boy genius has a wife? - i said sharply, my voice carrying bitterness that I had not expected. Sucre blinked, his brows knitting together in confusion.
- you mean Michael? - and nodded and his confusion deepened, his eyes searching mine. - Scofield's got a wife?
I gave a humourless laugh. - yeah. Isn't that abrupt?
Sucre made a sympathetic sound, shaking his head. - Love's complicated, mami. It's hard, but when it's real, it's worth all the struggles. - I chuckled and then took Sucre's hand, giving it a squeeze.
- what's her name? - I asked softy.
- Maricruz, - Sucre said, his face lit up with affection as he spoke her name. - She's my fiancée.
A small smile pulled at my lips as I saw the way Sucre's eyes gleamed with love. - I wish nothing but happiness in your future Sucre, - I said, turning my gaze back to the yard. Sucre leaned against the bench, watching me carefully.
- what's going on between the two of you? - he asked, his tone gentle.
I shook her head, - nothing, - I muttered, brushing my hand through my long hair. - I thought I did...I thought we shared something. But, finding out he's married? I don't even know who he is? Every day, he surprises me more. - Sucre was silent for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully.
- Michael ... he's got a lot going on in that head of his. You know that. There's always a plan.
'There's always a plan? Maybe she's part of it?' I thought and then said - i gotta go - getting up and grabbing my book.
- where? Sucre asked, watching as I stood up.
- I need to go figure something
out, - she said, climbing down the bleachers, but Sucre grabbed my arm.
- talk to Michael and he will be
honest, - he told me - He is about the truth.
I shook my head. - no, he will bend the truth to get what he wants, - i responded walking away. I was walking down the yard, when an arm pulled me to the side.
Looking up, i spotted Michael wearing his outdoor clothes. His hand moved from my forearm to my hand where he grabbed it and squeezed it.
- I only married her so she can get a green card, - he said with honesty.
I pulled my hand away from
him. - don't you dare touching me, - i whispered back.
His eyes faltered slightly, a tinge of hurt in them.
- Emma I'm serious. It was an agreement, - he tried, placing his hands in his pocket but I sighed.
- you two went to the conjugal room - i whispered, - Michael, you saw me naked. You kissed my lips. Only to find out you have a wife. - i stopped and the continued - Thats why you never answered about the villa.
- It's just business, - he responded, eyes locked with mine. - Just business. Everything has been thought out.
Michael's words hung in the air. Just business. The weight of his betrayal sank deeper into me, intertwining with every lie I had ever heard. I had known how to spot men playing games, but this was different.
- Michael. Michael - I wanted nothing more than for him to carry on what he was doing.
- good girl. - he strokes my face with the back of his hand before pushing his dick into me yet again.
Thrusting at a steady yet fast speed, Michael holds a handful of my hair to keep the balance, coming down every few moments to steal a kiss.
The steam still lingered in the air, swirling around them as I stood in front of the small mirror, applying the cream to my skin, my movements slow and deliberate. My body still hummed and buzzed from the post orgasmic bliss i was in the intimacy from the shower and the way Michael touched, held. As I stood in front of the mirror, I could feel his eyes on me.
- you're staring, - I teased, as i run my fingers through my hair, combing it with slow strokes. Michael chuckled, pulling his shirt over his shoulders but leaving it unbuttoned as he leaned against the wall.
- I can't help it, - he said softly, his voice full of warmth. - you're beautiful. - I smiled, my gaze never leaving the mirror.
- too beautiful for prison, you should see me outside. All dolled up - i mused. - stockings and lingerie from Paris. Louboutin and lashes.
Michael bit his lip and chuckled, coming up to her. - you're more beautiful even natural - he said kissing my cheek.
