When Ryan and Michael, who aren't from entirely different worlds, meet at a club where Ryan and John are promoting a new clothing line that Michael, was also modeling for. It was the small gigs that really did it for Michael, because he is always th...
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(Ryan's POV)
The next two days were pretty awkward. I could tell Michael was still angry about the whole situation. He wouldn't even look at Sterling, he also was starting to get very possessive and wild of who looked at me or even slightly touched me. I guess in fear of something happening to me again, but I was slightly relieved that I could have a breather from all the drama. Michael was heading to the airport in a few hours and he looked as if he didn't want to leave me alone. He was all on top of me in the bed squeezing me tightly.
"You have to pack." I tap his dimple.
"We have to pack." He grumbles, I sit up a little bit to stare down at him.
"You know I'm not leaving until next Sunday."
"Haven't you been here long enough? What else do you have to do?"
"I have benefits to go to you know that Michael you've been asked this."
"But why do you have to go?"
"Because I need the money."
"I can buy you whatever you want."
"That isn't the point Michael. I need to make my own money and not take yours, that's not what you're here for. I don't want you for your things or your money."
"Why do you always have to be so independent? You never want anyone to take care of you."
"You do take care of me. I just don't need help in the financial way." I put my hands on his face and he looks up at me.
"I want to take care of everything."
"Let me just handle my money, okay." I get out the bed letting the sheets roll off of me. "Now go pack so we can go get breakfast with Justine and them." I go get in the shower feeling the water touch my skin.
"Can I join?" Michael opens the glass door and I look at him and shake my head.
"No get out, I'm sore from this morning."
"Lemme rub it for you." He tries to step into the shower. I put my hand on his chest pushing him back a little.
"Stop." I whine trying to shut the shower door back. "You play too much let me shower so I can help you pack up your things."
"Fine but hurry up. I want to get a little something before we leave."
"I told you I'm not going home."
"I meant to breakfast. chill." He walks away I guess trying to go pack something. I finish up wrapping a fluffy robe around my body. I rummage through my toiletry bag and find my my body oil. Oiling up I spray perfume on. I put on a Lacey bra-let and throw on a army green mesh top. I slide on some black ripped skinny jeans. I slide on some slides and walk to wear Michael was. He was throwing his clothes into in his bag. But I see he had another suit case just for his shoes, which were packed perfectly in the suit case.
