It's Arranged (18+) ✔

TEN

“Mike, I swear if you don't get off of me I will kick your ass.”

Reluctantly, the shirtless man sits up, still straddling me.

“Damn, whats got your panties in a twist.”

“I told you I'm nod in the mood.”

He removes his pants.

“Baby, you're always in the mood for this.” He says, rubbing himself through his boxers.

I get up from my bed and make my way into the kitchen and make a quick cup of tea. Fortunately for me, when I take a seat in the plush sofa, Mike sits across from me fully clothed.

“Cara, are you okay?”

“I'm fine.”

“Did you forget who your talking to? Need I remind you that I know you better than anyone else. And right now your upset over a guy. Usually you would just come here, we'd fuck, and you'd be fine. But that's obviously not the case this time so spill.”

I sigh deeply.

“I think I love this guy?”

“So what's the problem?”

“I think he broke up with me.”

“How do you not know if someone broke up with you.”

I tell him the story, excluding the part where he's my fiance.

“So you're here hiding out from him.”

I nod.

He comes over to me and sits behind me, encasing me in an awkward hug.

“What's are you doing?” I ask confused.

“Putting the buddy back in fuck buddies. Look if I were you, I'd wait for him to cool then explain the situation to him. From what you told me, it sound alike he lives you too. I promise things will work out.”

I relax into his hold and just as I get comfortable there is a knock at the door.

Mike gets up from behind me and opens it slightly. But the door is flung open a huge shadow is visible from my seat. In seconds Henry’s enraged form enter the apartment. He completely bypasses me and heads into my room. I follow him an I see him in my closet throwing clothes into my suitcase.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He doesn't look at me. Next he goes to my dresser and he flings different pairs of underwear and bras into the bag. Finally, he drops to his knees closing the suitcase.

He raises to his full height  once again, and grips the handle if the suitcase so hard that his knuckles turn white. I stand in the middle of the door fully expecting answers. Instead, he walks right up to me and throws me over his shoulder.

A yelp escapes my lips. Henry walks a couple more feet but stops.

“Move.” He growls.

“Sorry dude. I don't know who you are and I'm not going to let you kidnap Car without putting up a fight.” Mike responds.

Henry drops the bag, as I accepting the challenge but I have had enough.

“Henry, put me down. Now!”

Hesitantly he drops me back to my feet. When I finally face him I can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

“What is wrong with you?”

“You left.” He states.

“Yeah?”

“Why would you do that Cara? I've been losing my mind looking for you this past week. I didn't know if you we're okay or not.”