Michaels in Love (BoyXBoy) English

Chapter 13 - Season 1: Secret Affair

The serenity of the morning shattered like glass the moment we heard a woman's voice calling Mike's name. The sound of Liz climbing the stairs sent a ripple of panic through both of us.

Mike froze, his face paling. "Michael, I think I forgot to lock the door last night... That's Liz. She's coming upstairs," he whispered, his voice tinged with dread.

"What?" I gasped, anxiety gripping my chest. "You didn't lock it?"

"Mike... Mike... Mike!" Liz's voice grew louder, more insistent, until it was just outside the door.

We heard the sharp click of the doorknob being twisted. She was trying to open it.

"Mike??????" Liz called out, her frustration escalating into full-blown irritation.

She banged on the door, her fists echoing like a judge's gavel. "Mike, open up! What's taking so long?"

Mike and I scrambled, the air between us thick with panic. We pulled on our boxer shorts in a desperate rush, only to realize the absurdity of the situation—I was now wearing his crisp white Armani pair, and he had on the glow-in-the-dark boxers he had dressed me in the night before.

The room, once so spacious, now felt suffocating as we frantically searched for a hiding spot. The bed? Too obvious. The cabinets? Too small. Under the furniture? Impossible. Mike glanced at the terrace, but a quick peek revealed his godbrother Ramiro below. The terrace was out of the question.

Liz's knocking turned into a relentless pounding. Her voice was a shrill crescendo of impatience. "Mike, open this door now! Mike!"

I gritted my teeth, the irritation bubbling to the surface. This woman is impossible. What a nightmare!

"Mike!!! What the hell is going on in there?" Liz's voice cut through the room like nails on a chalkboard.

Mike suddenly grabbed my hand, his eyes darting toward the bathroom. "Come on," he said, dragging me across the room.

He shoved me inside the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain closed. "Hide here," he whispered, his voice trembling.

I slid down into the bathtub, my heart pounding in my chest. "Baby, wet your body," I whispered urgently. "Say you were showering, and that's why you didn't hear her. And put your iPhone in your bag. That'll explain why you missed her calls."

Mike's eyes lit up with relief. "Baby, you're a genius. That's exactly what I'll do," he whispered, grabbing the showerhead and dousing himself in cold water.

"Go," I urged, my voice trembling.

Mike hesitated for a moment, peeking back behind the curtain. His gaze softened, and for a moment, it was as if all the chaos outside didn't exist.

"Michael..."

"What is it, Mike?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I love you," he said, a small smile playing on his lips despite the tension in the air.

"I love you too," I whispered, my heart fluttering even in the midst of our predicament.

"Mwah!" He blew me a quick kiss before stepping out to face the storm waiting on the other side of the door.

As Mike opened the door, Liz's voice burst into the room like a tempest, loud and grating.

"Mike, I've been knocking forever! Why did it take so long to open the door?" she snapped, her tone sharp and accusing.

Mike, still damp and clutching a towel, remained calm. "I was showering, so I didn't hear you," he said smoothly.

Liz's eyes narrowed. "And my calls? I've been calling you all morning!"