Aimee's POV
I couldn't sleep all night. I just couldn't.
Michael didn't let go of me all night, but even with his arm wrapped around me I couldn't sleep.
I was curled up tightly in a ball and got up as soon as the sun rose.
I slid my robe on and went downstairs.
I glanced out the window to see if the foot prints were still there... they were.
I shook my head, letting out a shaky breath and slowly walked into the kitchen.
I started the coffee pot and pulled down two cups.
I kept replying what I saw last night.. the face, the hands, the footsteps.. I KNOW I saw it..
Suddenly I felt hands sliding on my waist and opening my robe.
I gasped and turned around, feeling the arms hold me.
It was Michael.
I sighed and shook my head, pouring some coffee into my cup.
"Not funny.." I whispered.
"Why are you up so early..?" He whispered, kissing my neck gently.
"I couldn't sleep.." I mumbled.
He sighed and rubbed my front, kissing behind my ear.
"Mm..I thought we could have some fun this morning.." he grins against my ear.
I sighed and took a sip of my coffee as he leaned against me.
"Michael, I don't want to.." I whispered.
"Please baby.." he whispers. "Why are you upset?"
I turn to look at him. "Because you didn't believe me last night when this is something serious! Someone was watching us!" I said.
He just stared at me. "Baby, I will take care of it.." he spoke softly.
"No, I'm calling the cops and telling them to come here if you don't!" I stated.
He sighs and nods. "Alright baby, alright.. I'll call them.." he says, pulling away and taking the phone.
He just stared at it.
I looked at him. "What..?"
He looks at me. "..the phone's dead.."
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