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Chapter 32 - Eruption

6th of July, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Angela: "That's his baby?" Michael asked Debbie, the angry expression on his face never going away. "You lied to me all this time?!"

"Michael..." I pulled on his arm. "Don't do this now..."

I was pissed at Debbie, too, but I knew that this wasn't the right time or place.

"No, Angela. She's the reason we almost fell apart, and now she tells me that baby isn't mine?"

"I know you're mad, but let's enjoy this. Please, try to ignore them."

He squinted his eyes at Debbie for a few seconds before giving in.

"Just relax." I told him and pulled him close.

"Okay," Leena said. "Now that we're all calmed down, let's start. Guys, go ahead and massage your partner's back."

Michael sighed and came behind me.

"I can't believe she lied to me." he whispered angrily as he put his hands on my lower back.

You could tell he was pissed because the way he was pressing on my skin hurt me like hell.

"Michael, you're hurting me." I said.

"What? Oh, sorry." he muttered.

"Okay, you gotta relax," I turned to face him. "You're the one who took us here to get our minds off things and now I'm making a list. You need to to forget about Debbie, and what she did, and you need to forget about your job because you're way too worried about that."

Michael let out another sigh before smiling at me, "You love being right, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Fine," he kissed me. "I'll try to ignore them."

"Thank you." I kissed him back before he turned me around so he could start my massage.

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"Mmhm..." I moaned when Michael pressed the perfect spot on my back.

It's been a little over an hour of him massaging me and I was enjoying myself too much.

"I wish I could make you moan like that in bed right now..." he whispered seductively.

I elbowed his ribs, "Stop it."

"What?" he asked innocently. "I just want to make you feel good, baby."

"Then press those fingers into my back." I smirked.

"That concludes our session for today, I'll see all of you tomorrow night." Leena said, smiling big at everyone.

I frowned, but Michael hurried to assure me he'll massage my back when we get back to our suite.

We got out of the pool and he wrapped the robe around my body.

In the corner of my eye I saw Debbie and Mark about to leave. I guess Michael saw them, too, because he called their names.

"Mike..." I sighed as he helped me walk with him.

"I'm getting to the bottom of this, Angie. I have to." he told me.

I scoffed when we reached Debbie and Mark, making Michael wrap an arm around me.

"Care to explain, Debbie?" he spat.

"Oh, yeah..." she giggled. "It was never your baby, I just thought it would be fun to mess with you and Angela a bit."