Lace Underwear | m.c

Chapter 4.

It's been a week since Michael had forced me to move into his house. I feel a lot safer, but would rather be home studying for some pointless math test or reading a book for an English class.

Michael had left an hour ago to do something with the remainder of the gang so I had the place to myself to do absolutely nothing.

I still had so much paperwork to manage so the warehouse has information about my whole life, but me being me who likes to procrastinate it wasn't going to be done soon. Michael kept pestering me about getting it done and then he wouldn't be the one to be blamed for it but I could care less. I don't want some gang having all of my information. It was a scary ordeal to get into and I don't like the idea of them knowing me. The less they know the better.

I do get really lonely when Michael is gone though. Once you grow to know the guy he isn't too bad. His smart and sexual comments haven't stopped, simply I don't suspect them to anyway. It's just who Michael is. Even though I suppose to be acting like I'm his girlfriend it's hard. Imagining him and me doesn't seem like something I'd do. I actually had my eye on someone else.

That cute dark haired bronzed boy I met at Michael's party was who I suspected me to be with. He seemed very giggly and genuinely nice. Not to mention that he was extremely attractive. Don't get me wrong Michael is too, but there's simply something about this Calum boy that I want.

I finished folding the clothes Michael left me to fold while he was gone. I worked my way to the kitchen and started to clean everywhere it was needed. Michael's house was a fairly decent sized one had lots of nice counter tops and the paint job was nicely done. The only thing that bugged me was how dirty he'd leave things. Old beer cans, dirty clothes and sometimes he'd even leave dishes in his room. With me picking up all his things I should just be he's personal maid.

I reached across the counter to grab the bag of chips and accidentally bumped Michael's favorite superhero cup on the floor making it hit the floor shattering the glass. As soon as I bent over to pick up the broken pieces of Michael's cup I heard the door unlock and shut behind.

"I'm back!" Michael called out loudly while making his way into the kitchen. "Look at you all bent over- is that my glass marvels cup?"

"It may or may not be." I said, standing up straight with a sigh. "I didn't intend it, but when I was reaching for the bag of potato chips I bumped it."

"Potato chips really? Do you believe you need to eat them? You need to watch what you eat, especially when you don't have a fast metabolism. You have training to do so you can build up your strength and you're here thinking about eating junk you don't need?" Micheal bluntly said making me feel guilty.

I sighed heavily and bent down picking up the glass and throwing it away. I stood up and threw the last piece away before walking into a different room with Michael following.

"You owe me for that cup." I heard him say.

"I don't owe you shit." I replied loudly and turned around. "I do a lot around here while your off fucking around doing hell knows what! I'm very thankful you let me move in here but if you expect us to have some twisted relationship, then you need to watch what comes out of you. You practically called me fat back there!" I stated while tears started in my eyes.

"I don't remember calling you fat. Just stop eating so much junk! You need to keep up a good shape." He explained.

"I'm not buying that bullshit. You put me down all over a cup! You don't understand what I'm going through and-" I stopped and looked at my feet. "Forget it. I don't even care anymore."

With that, I turned back around and found my way upstairs to bed. Little did Michael know that I have been always unhappy with how I appeared. Him standing there and telling me I don't need to eat something made me really insecure. I wrapped myself up in the comforter and signed.

The door opened and the comforter was pulled from me.

"You still owe me." Michael stood at the base of the bed smirking.

"I don't owe you anything. I'll buy you a new cup. I'm sorry." I responded, looking away.

"Oh the cup honey, that's all right. You still owe me something though." He said cockily.

"I'm not giving you a blowjob or any sexual favor for that matter." I said confidently knowing that's what he was thing about.

"Oh, but I haven't had any sexual favors done for me in a while. You know you want to." He said laying beside me.

"No, Michael. No is no. I don't want to do that. I won't be giving you any of that for a while. We aren't even together." I stated looking at him.

"We are." He replied sternly and wrapped his arms around my waist. This was something he'd do often and I have begged him to quit, but it gets nowhere with him and it's a waste of time.

"You haven't asked, but don't waste your breath because I'll say no. I need some proper dates till I'll accept any of this." I said looking straight ahead of me.

"Tomorrow after your training lesson we will do something." Michael said biting his lip lightly. He knew that got to me.

I looked away and nodded.

"I won't just date you after one date." I sternly stated.

"Oh honey, we will find out about that." He said sleepily. I remained quiet till I heard his small snores and got out of his grip making my way to the living room grabbing my snack on the way there. I sat on the couch watching cartoons and eating.

This was something I'd do a lot. I'd make sure I woke up before Michael did so he wouldn't know that I had left him. As long as he doesn't wake up at night I was able to sleep alone and do as I please. It was quite nice.

I watched some cartoons with the volume low and ate the chips I had tried to earlier. After the show I put the snack away and brushed my teeth. I grabbed a throw blanket and lay down with it on the couch slowly falling asleep