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"My-call DS: I'll drop by at 6 x"
I held my phone to my chest as I mentally screamed and smiled. Michael was coming for his 'call'. It had been a week since I had last seen or heard from him.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. It was 4pm and I needed to get ready.
I found a black sleeveless dress that was quite short and set it out on my bed. Michael had told me it was his favorite and I wanted him to be proud of me.
I jumped into the shower for awhile and let the hot water run over my skin. I dreamed about Michael being in here with me. We'd showered together before but only for a small number of minutes.
I imagined myself running my hands over his strong chest. Tangled in his hair. Holding his body against me.
I wish I could call myself Lana De Santa instead of Lana Del Rey. I'm already halfway there with the name.
After my shower I applied my makeup and dried my brown hair. With the dress on my back, I was ready for Michael. I had less than a half hour before Michael was said to arrive.
I sat on my bed and held Michael's gun in my hands again. Running my fingers over the cool metal. Michael's hands had been on this. Michael's hands had been on me. I guess it's something me and the gun shared.
The doorbell ringing knocked me out of my thoughts. I jumped from the unexpected noise. He's early today.
I jumped up, set the gun on the dresser, and scanned over myself in the mirror. I quickly straightened my dress and pushed strands of hair out of my face and behind my ear.
My heart pounded as I walked to the foyer of my apartment and opened the dark wood door.
Michael stood before me, looking as handsome as ever.
"Hey beautiful." He grinned and stepped inside.
"Hi Michael," I blushed. "Are you thirsty? I can get you a class of water or a beer?" I asked.
"The only thing I'm thirsty for is you, darling." He said as he followed me towards my bedroom.
My heart pounded even faster as I felt a bit self conscience. What if he wasn't happy with me tonight?
"How was the studio?" I asked. I knew he was excited about being a big movie producer.
"Going real far, baby." He said. He took off his sunglasses and set them on my dresser.
"Oh, you left your gun here." I said while sitting down on the bed.
"Oh," he said looking at the weapon. "I've been looking for that. Thanks."
Then he removed his gray jacket, left in his white button up shirt.
He grinned dominantly at me. "Lay back darling, we're gonna have fun tonight."
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*any panic! At the disco fans or Halsey fans, check out my new story "hold me down". (I'll prob be re-naming it). Also, I'm posting a masquerade, but it's better if you do panic! Story soon also)
