Sold #2 - A Desperate Love

Chapter 11

Michael couldn't stand to hear his precious girl talking about herself as though everything she said and did only proved that Marcus's words had been true all along and what made it worse was that he now knew that Darcy had let a simple argument with someone she didn't like and someone that she didn't care about, get between them when they were already struggling to get past the very way that they had met. So many barriers had been put between them before they had even chosen to be together, before they had even spent their first night together and he hated knowing that although he had hurt her with his insinuation, she had been more concerned with the fact that her silence had caused him to feel that way, forcing him to make love to her even though he had thought she had been thinking of someone else. Michael knew that she really had to have been hurting then, but also very much in love with him to blame herself and know that he loved her too much to not make love to her. "Why didn't you tell me darling, you know I love you and I'd never think that of you. You're my girl...you're everything I've ever wanted. I don't ever want you to think you're not good enough." He sighed, knowing that the only reason she had believed Marcus's cruel words, was because her self-esteem had been so low when they had first met that she hadn't had the confidence in herself to really believe that he loved her as much as he did. He wasn't mad at her because of it, he just wished he had known sooner so he could have told her that.

"You laughed when Jonas told you that I was a vicious, emotional, nasty bitch but he was right." Darcy couldn't help but giggle to herself, finally able to push the tears aside and not let them ruin their romantic night in together. She felt it was time to explain what he had already guessed at the time...that she had changed for him, because of him. "I was defensive and angry and a really horrible person to be around. I always felt that everyone was judging me and that I was never good enough so I put up barriers and kept everyone out." She explained, her confession a little surprising for Michael to hear when he thought about how sweet and thoughtful she had been since they had met. But at least he knew that the tears he had seen in her eyes hadn't been because of anything he had done, because from what he understood of what she was saying, she had loved him through everything, since the moment they met and it had only been the thought that he would never look at her again, never touch her again if she responded to him the way she had by the end of their night, that had brought tears to her eyes.

"I love you, darling. Nothing Marcus could ever say or do could change that." Michael soothed her quietly, kissing her forehead so tenderly that she couldn't help the contented sigh that escaped her in approval of his perfected ability to tell her exactly what she wanted to hear, when she needed to hear it. She just wish he would believe her when she told him that. He seemed to think that he was incapable of explaining how he felt, of sharing personal things with her because he thought they came out wrong, but she never heard anything that disappointed her. And when she told him so, in those next few moments as they tried to forget the terrible things that Darcy had just confessed to, for the simple fact that neither of them wanted any secrets to stand in their way any longer, he couldn't help but adore every word that fell from her mouth. No matter what her words were, even through everything she had told him about Marcus, all he could hear was that she loved him and that every single moment that he had touched her, every kiss and every time they made love had never been anything but the most special, perfect thing she had ever had. And he loved hearing it. He just knew that he loved hearing it too much and not a moment passed, after she had told him just how much she loved him and how thankful she was that he wanted them to be honest about everything, even the bad things, before he kissed her. He couldn't help himself. All he could see were her beautiful green eyes sparkling with tears that she refused to shed, that her strength held back and he loved nothing more than lying there with her, forgetting about everything, ignoring the rest of the world and basking in everything their love gave them.