No More Games

13

Sasha's Point Of View

The flight was about sixteen hours long. About four hours longer than usual because we had to land at an airport in Canada due to bad weather. Though it being long as it was, I had a lot of fun with Trevor. I really don't regret letting him come along. He always makes everything fun.

Trevor and I were already feeling jet lagged. The drastic change in time was really something I could never get used to even if I traveled the world as much as Michael did.

We landed at the airport at 8:32 p.m and I thought it was best to book a hotel for the night and surprise Michael early tomorrow morning instead. I was looking a mess and was in desperate need of a shower. I was not about to let my man see me looking all greasy and smelling like airplane pretzels.

"This suite is super nice." Trevor walked around admiring the luxurious double suite I booked for us.

"If you think this is nice, wait till you see the chateau Michael rented." I said.

"So you're really not going to call him and tell him we're like ten minutes away from him?" Trevor asked.

"No. Why would I do that if I'm trying to surprise him?" I kicked my shoes off and plopped on the couch. "I'm really excited to see his reaction tomorrow morning."

"Poor dude probably all alone in his room, basking in loneliness and watching porn." Trevor said as he shook his head as if it were the saddest thing.

"You're so annoying." I laughed. "Shut up." I threw a couch pillow at him.

"Aye!" He threw it back at me. "It's either that or some groupie is giving homie some bomb ass head." He put his hands up. "Just speaking from a mans perspective."

I threw the pillow back. "Your perspective is trash." I laughed. "I'll believe the porn part over getting head from a groupie. Michael hates groupies and he'd never try doing some stupid shit like cheat on me again."

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Elise's Point Of View

"You look amazing." Michael bit his lip as he spun me around in the middle of his studio. "You know red is my favorite color."

"And it's mine as well." I smirked. "You don't look too bad yourself."

"Oh, please." He playfully rolled his eyes and pulled on his shirt. "I'm only wearing a white v-neck and plaid pajamas."

"Who said I was talking about your attire? You look good in anything." I sat down. "I appreciate your humbleness though." I winked and he blushed.

"Come here." He took my hand and made me rise from my seat. "You thought I forgot about what you promised me?" He smiled.

My heart skipped a beat as he pulled me close to him. His sent sending all types of tingles through me. "What's that?" I asked.

"Teaching me salsa." He grinned. "You promised me the other day, remember? Since we're in the studio, I thought maybe we could use this opportunity to fulfill your promise."

"I thought you were joking when you asked so I played along!" I laughed. "With the way you move your hips on stage, I'm sure you know how to salsa."

He laughed and pressed a button on the mixing board behind him and "Valio La Pena" by Marc Anthony started playing.

"I do." He smiled and spun me around again. "I just needed an excuse to be this close to you. Now may I have this dance?"

It felt as if all my blood rushed to my cheeks. My blushing was not unnoticeable. "Of course." I obliged.