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She's Mine

Scarlett

I could feel the blood from my flesh quickly rise and press against the skin of my cheeks. And I didn't know how to stop it. Drew awkwardly looked between the two of us, surprised to find out that we knew each other. And probably starting to wonder how.

"Hi Sweet face." I chimed wrapping my arms around Drew's neck and softly placing a kiss on his cheek. I could feel some of the tension in his shoulders subside. I took this moment to finally breathe myself. 

Drew gazed into my face a moment longer than expected before turning to face Michael with my hands in his. "Michael this is my good luck charm, Scarlett. Although it seems that you two have already met." His tone was unreadable. 

I stood there staring blankly in Michaels general direction. Scared shitless as to what he was going to do or say next. And even more afraid to look into his eyes for what I might see. 

Granted Michael and I happened before I ever even met Drew, I knew him finding out I had slept with his potential new boss wouldn't sit well with him. And I really liked him. He was no Michael but ... Oh god what am I even saying.

"Baby doll." Michael repeated causing my heart to flutter into my stomach. I had only been left with the memories of those words crossing his lips for the last few weeks. Those alone when thought of for too long had the power to bring me to my knees. Hearing him repeat them now ... I was barely standing ... "Nice seeing you again." He said stepping into me and placing his hand in mine. A bolt of electricity shot up my arm bounced against my heart and recached to my clitoris. Why did this man have this effect on me?

"Nice seeing you again too.' I admitted allowing my eyes to fall to his feet. 

"It's been a while since the premiere but I never forget a face." He shook my hand casually before allowing it to fall.   

I found the courage to look into his face. There it was. Just lying there in his eyes. Lust. But he wasn't acting on it. He was playing as dumb as I was. And my soul quietly whispered "Thank you' to his. "Let us be seated." He said gesturing towards the table. 

We all took our seats and were soon approached by the waiter for drink orders. I silently thanked the man above when Michael ordered a bottle of wine for the table. I was definitely going to need it. 

"So Drew tell me about yourself." Michael said unbuttoning his suit jacket and allowing it to fall to his sides. My eyes grazed over his chest ... his very well sculpted chest. "I've heard things but it's always better to hear it straight from the horse's mouth." He was in business mode and very serious at the moment. I could tell Drew was nervous as he began to stumble over his words. I reassuringly placed my hand over his as it sat idly on the table. Gently rubbing my thumb against the back of his hand in encouragement. 

Drew paused for a moment and took a deep breath. The way he smiled into my face made me smile because I knew he appreciated and needed my support. I turned to face Michael and his eyes were slit. I noticed a sudden tension build in his shoulders as his eyes settled on our hands. I unconsciously snatched my hand away from Drew's causing him to once again stumble over his words before looking over into my face in confusion. I pretended to swat at something in the air gaining a few stares from people nearby. What the fuck was I doing?

I smiled to myself upon noticing the waiter had returned. "Praise Jah." I whispered to myself as he filled my glass to the brim. I took a big gulp and placed my back against my seat as the alcohol sent a warmth over me. As if I needed any more heat. 

"Impressive." Michael said less than enthused as Drew finished going over his degrees, qualifications and list of accomplishments. "But you neglected to tell me the most important thing." He finally said. 

Drew took this time to look over into my face as if I had the answers. Preoccupied with my glass of wine and resisting the urge to jump across the table and into Michael's lap, I could only muster up a shoulder shrug. The fact that jumping into Michael's lap was crossing my mind caused me to take another big gulp from my glass. I closed my eyes and wondered if the wine was doing more harm than good. 

"Tell me why you're passionate about your career. That's what I want to hear. Not all that other shit." Michael grunted. He was noticeably frustrated. And a part of me wondered if it had anything to do with my presence. I started to feel bad, as the thought that maybe by me being here I had caused Drew to lose a chance at his dream job. He was really talented and very passionate. He deserved this more than he even knew. More than he even wanted it. 

"I need you to be hungry for this. I need raw passion from you. Because I know you want it." Michael spoke these words to Drew but his eyes lingered on me. I gulped. "When I first started this company in my head it ran off pure passion. Passion and determination. Before it even existed it was already mine." He took his bottom lip into his mouth with that last part. "I work very hard for what I believe in... for what I want.  I give it all of me. Every last fucking drop of me." And with that last part the bit of wine I was attempting to consume got caught in my throat and went flying from my nose and mouth as I began to choke. 

I coughed and choked into the napkin I had placed across my lap earlier. "Are you okay?" Drew asked softly patting me on the back. I waved my hand in the air still unable to speak. 

"Please excuse me." I managed to get out before standing to my feet and heading for the ladies room. 

I grabbed a few paper towels and wet them before entering a stall, locking it and flopping down onto the seat. I was beyond ready to go. Michael knew exactly what it was that he was doing. The jerk was probably getting a good laugh out of it as we speak. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. 

I wasn't sure who I was more annoyed with. Myself or Michael. Michael for his innuendos or myself for thinking that my actions would never come back to haunt me. Truth be told I really adored Drew. He wasn't an A-list celebrity who could fuck me senseless and spend on me mindlessly but he was a very good man. And to be honest a future with him was more realistic than anything I had allowed myself to wonder about when it came to Michael. I mean who was I kidding. He was Michael B. Jordan. In these last few weeks alone he had been spotted with multiple woman. Not that I was paying attention... 

I cleaned myself up as someone else entered the restroom. And for good measure flushed the toilet behind me although I hadn't used it. I rolled my shoulders and unlocked the stall door. It swung open and there he stood. 

Michael

Her eyes read of shock. I was sure the last thing she expected to see was me on the other side of the stall door waiting for her. But I needed to know if she was okay. 

I'll admit that I was insanely happy to lay eyes on her when she first walked in. So much so that it took a moment for it to register that this was Drew's guest. His girlfriend. His 'Good luck charm'. Once it donned on me a fit of jealousy rolled over me. But once I noticed the fear in her eyes I wanted nothing more than to make it go away. So I played her game. Well at least for as long as I could. 

But the longer we all sat there. The longer I watched her beside him playing the role of the supportive girlfriend, the more undone I became. Watching the woman I had become so easily obsessed with play second fiddle to a nigga who was practically begging to work for me wasn't sitting well with me. Blame it on my ego. Blame it on whatever. In my eyes she was mine. I had marked her. Whether she knew it or not. 

"Are you okay?" I asked taking a step closer while placing my hands behind my back and rolling my shoulders. 

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She was still avoiding eye contact. So I took another step in. "Baby Doll?" I placed my fingers on her chin and to my surprise she melted with my touch. She closed her eyes and allowed her face to rest against my palm. My eyes roamed the exposed parts of her chest as it began to rise and fall rapidly. I placed my free hand against her waist and softly pushed her further into the stall before locking it. 

And wondered how long it would take Drew to become suspicious of her absence and my emergency phone call. 

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 I can't even deal with these two right now ... I just can't 

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