I'm not so easy anymore.

Chapter 2

Mickeys pov

Ian comes to the club every night. What throws him off though, is when ever my shift ends sometimes I kiss him, and sometimes I don't. But what I do know, is I haven't said more then a sentence each night.

Tonight was going to be different.

-

My shift was over, and I could see the hope in Ian's eyes as I walked over.

"Hey firecrotch," I say as I lean against the wall next to him. I try to smirk so I looks like I don't care, but I can't help but smile like an idiot. I mean I do love him after all.

"So you finally decided to have a conversation with me?" He asks grinning.

"Fuck off," I reply chuckling.

"I really did miss you y'know," Ian says quieter.

"That's what happens when you fall for a Milkovich," I stated.

I walk towards him until our faces are millimetres apart.

"You left me at that border. If you really still love me, prove it." I spit at him.

He leans in and kisses me. Not rough like the ones I've given him. It's almost.. sweet. It seems like hours, but it's only been two minutes when we pull apart.

"I'm not that easy anymore, Gallagher," I say. But before I fully walk away, I wink at him with a smirk.

-

The past few nights I haven't gone over to Ian. I wanna see what he comes up with.

I've been working at this club for almost a month now, but so far this is the weirdest fucking thing to happen.

One of the other dancing butt fuckers in this joint came up to me, and stuck their tongue in my mouth as a 'kiss'.

The guys loved it, and I got tons of tips, so I just went along with it.

After what ever the fuck of a kiss that was, ended, I stepped off the stage. I wiped my mouth, and shuddered.

I noticed Ian, so I walked over to him.

"How the fuck did you do that every night?" I asked jokingly horrified.

"I don't even know," he replied jokingly.

"Hey Mick?" He asked. My heart skipped like a fucking teenage girl.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"I found a way to show you that I still love you," he smiles, looking up at me.

"How?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

Then all of a sudden he gets down on one knee. Shit, fucking shit. I know what he's doing.

"Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich. Will you marry me?" Ian asks, with hope in his eyes.

"Fucking dumbass. Of course I will," I laugh out.