Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

Mike giggled as we watched Liza open a diet cola can and pour it's contents down the sink. I looked up at Mikey confused, he peered at me but didn't say anything, he raised his eyebrows up and down with a cheeky look on his flawless face.

I continued to observe what Liza was doing, she proceeded to rinse out the now empty cola can with water, swilling it out before putting it down on the work surface, then I watched as she wandered over to her wine cabinet, pulling out an expensive looking bottle of white wine, she popped out the cork and began to fill up the cola can with the wine, she then handed it to Mike, I watched him take a sip with a confused eyebrow raised.

He laughed, "I'll explain later."

After she served John a can of lager we all followed her into a huge living room.

I walked behind Mikey this time, unable to hold hands as we had drinks and coats in our hands.

"Sit down, sit down!" Urged Liza motioning to the red velvet sofas.
As Michael sat down on one of the settee's, I was about to take the place next to him...only...Liza scooted in front of me, taking the seat next to him before I had a chance to.

"Oh..." I muttered and backed away, there was no room left on the sofa, so I sat on another one...alone.

Once seated I peered a Mike, his eyes looked pained when he looked at me.

Liza began to speak, "So...Mike, whats been happening lately?" She purred, leaning in very closely to him, biting her lip, looking at him longingly, "Come on baby, tell me." She begged, sweeping her fingers along his jawline and resting the palm of her other hand on his chest.