Gods & Monsters [mj]

III

It was hard to stay away from Michael when he wouldn't stop ringing her.

Every time she picked up the telephone, his voice would be awaiting her at the other hand. He sounded annoyed, angry even, voice more rough than usual.

It had been weeks since Lance's party and Michael was still in London, usually he wouldn't spend this long in one city. However, all news outlets were speculating that he was planning on doing a couple of shows. That had sent everyone crazy. Even her neighbour, Ana, was banging on about it.

The phone rang incessantly for the fifth time that evening and Jocelyn almost let out a yell. Leave me alone.

She had been feeling so bad since speaking with Tatiana, especially after the girl had gone and done an interview about how she was sure her and Michael would spend their lives together.

She was so oblivious.

He was deceiving Tatiana, and all of them. They all were under the impression that he was this loyal, sweet superstar, when really he was a twisted liar who enjoyed cheating on his girlfriend.

But damn was he good in bed. Damn that dick. Literally.

It was hilarious how at seventeen she had been a shy, bumbling virgin, and now a decade later she couldn't get enough of the sinful act.

The phone rang again, slicing through her thoughts.

She stormed over and picked up. ''What?''

''What's your problem?'' he demanded.

''My problem is that you won't stop calling me. I'm busy.'' she snapped. She glanced around her living room, at her unwashed plate from dinner and clothes strewn on the floor. Her flat was a fucking mess.

''Busy doing what?''

''That's none of your business.'' she sighed, and ran a hand through her hair.

''I want it to be my business. You should be busy with me.''

''You should be busy with your girlfriend, damn idiot.''

There was a thoughtful pause down his end. ''Are you playing hard to get or something? Cause we can play that game.''

She kissed her teeth. ''I'm not playing. You're doing her dirty.''

''It never bothered you before.''

''Well, it bothers me now.''

Michael groaned. ''Jocelyn. Come on.'' there was a brief silence. ''I miss you.''

Jocelyn rolled her eyes to the ceiling. The sweet talk card. ''Right.''

His voice lowered. ''I do. I was thinking about you whilst I was fucking Tatiana.''

''Oh God.'' She clutched at her hair with a hand. The worst, most shameful part of it all, was that his words were turning her on.

''I was thinking about that fucking red lingerie, damn. That was something else. ''

She leant back on the wall and closed her eyes. She'd been having that itch for sex for weeks now. She knew all she had to say was the word, and he'd be knocking at her door.

''And when I saw you wearing that red dress at Lance's...I just wanted to bend you over.''

''Well, now that dress is ruined.''

Michael laughed. ''Yeah. So?''

''So?'' she repeated.

''Am I coming round or what?''