Married to the Bidder

Chapter 19: I Finally Admit It

Hi guys! I am sorry for the super late story. I have been busy with school lately. I am directing a movie that I made at school. I am very sorry again and I am still continue writing this story.

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Breathe, Belle. Just knock and apologize to him" I whisper to myself as I stood in front of Michael's apartment door. My hands raised to knock it once again but my hand just kept on retreating. I have to do this. Its now or never.

I finally knocked on the door and it took me seven knocks before he could open it, revealing Michael in his favorite black and white polka dots pajamas and his semi-shredded boy tank top. It is very visible that he is surprise and not expected me at his doorstep this morning.

"Belle? What are you doing here?" He asked, in a slurred and husky voice. Whoa, someone partied hard last night.

"H-Hi...can I come in?" I asked, with a soft and gentle voice.

He nod his head immediately and open the door wider for me to enter. Wow, compare to mine and Catalina's apartment, Michael's had much cleaner one. Although we just had the same room size. His bed was well arranged too than mine, my pillows are scattered every where.

"So, do you need something very urgent that made you come here?" He finally broke the silence.

I sigh deeply before speaking once again "I...I just want to apologize a-about our last meeting. We end our conversation in a bad way so I just want to make it up to you" I smiled cutely at the same time giving him the shirt from Boracay that is placed inside a plastic bag.

"What's this?" He looked at me confused and opened the bag, bringing the shirt back.

"I bought it while I was in Boracay 3 days ago" I told him, rubbing both of his arms "I hope you liked it"

"In the Philippines?" His eyebrows touched "What are you doing in the Philippines? "

"Honeymoon"I blurt out then his face fallen once again.

"So you and this husband of yours had a romantic honeymoon at the beach" he murmured bitterly, avoiding some eye contact so he turn his back at me and then head to sit in his bed. "He can make your dreams come true"

"Michael..."

"Why are you really here, Belle? To tell that your rich husband makes you happy?"

"NO! Of course not. What's gotten into you?" I groaned, "Why did you just leave when you found out that I am married?"

"Because I LOVE YOU!" he shouted, making me gasp and my eyes widen. Oh, what has gotten into him? Love has blinded him.

"No." I shook my head "You don't love me, Michael. You just thought you love me" I said, stepping back from where I stood.

"Belle, I love you since the day I helped you. You said you needed a friend so I became the friend you ever wanted. Then now I just suddenly knew that you got married to some rich dude. What the h*ll do you think I am? Your shoulder to cry on?!" He spat angrily.

I breathe out and ran a hand through my face "I...I'm sorry, Michael. If I can just love you back but...what I feel for you is just like a friend. You are a great friend. In fact I only had you and Catalina before but now...I-I met a guy that I know who w-will love me for whatever I am" I lied, I know Rafael and I will divorce soon and Michael will slap my words back at me.

"I hope you forgive me and please understand." I stood up and slowly walk towards the door and leave without looking back. Catalina was waiting for me outside and her face lifts with she saw me coming down.