I belong to Mr. Whitlock?

Chapter4

Isabel:

I look at everyone as they dance to the gentle beat of the music, swaying from side to side. The women with their arms wrapped around their partners' neck and the men with theirs around the women's waist. I turn around, about to order a glass of champagne when a pair of arms grab my hips and a face nuzzles on my neck.

I smile, recognizing his hands and his scent as it envelops me. I turn myself around to see the love of my life. I always loved Michael from the first time I said. Though I hated his guts when we met,  every other relationship has it's ups and downs. Ours was different mostly because we were both fifteen at the time also not to forget he lived thousands of miles a whole year away before he officially moved to be close to me at age sixteen going on seventeen.

Not to mention his parents were (and still are) against us being together: something about not being right for each other. Michael's mom Betty was kind to me but still doesn't bring justice to the things I've heard and seen her do and say. I love his side of the family and he loves mine: that's why we moved four hours away from them.

"Hey baby," His warm breath tickles against my neck making me grin. "Having fun?"

"Yes, you?" I ask in a ridiculous British ascent. 

He pulls away with a goofy grin then with a short chuckle he nods while his eyes scan around the crowd. "Yeah I am... You?"

"It's work... Just at this time can drink and dance." I laugh at myself.

I turn my attention back to the bartender whom surprisingly hadn't moved from where he was when I first reached the bar. He smiles widely at me, "What may I get you?"

Michael places his arm around my waist bring me closer to him and plants kiss on my cheek  that I was obviously his. I look at him with a short frown then back at the bartender whom seemed taken aback. 

"Champagne please, and thank you." I say shyly.

"Actually can you make that two waters?" Michael's voice rose from besides me, the bartender nodded and disappeared to the other side of the bar to attend the simple task of bottle water.

"I wanted Champagne." I protested softly.

"I know, but I have never been truly fund of alcohol." He has a point there: but still... I wanted something with something in it.... if you get what I mean.

"Pero yo queria-" I began but at this point the bartender had already returned with two bottles of Fiji water and handed it to Michael. I lost this one.

Damn him.

Michael lead me to an empty white table that had little simple Christmas decorations on it, pulled out a chair for me than sat right next to me. He gives me my open water bottle once I sat down: by the looks of it he really wants me to drink water. 

"I've worked all day... Just to get drunk off....Water." I sarcastically said then chuckled.

He rolls his eyes but manages to smile in the proccess though he knows I'm not going to let it go. 

"We need to start eating healthy." He says.

"Michael this is going to be like the time we said we were going on a diet and never did." I respond.

"Shut up smart ass." He jokes.

I laugh and took a sip of the cool water, the song had gone from "Let it snow" to "Jiggle bells" those two song are very popular at work. "I wonder where Andy went." 

Michael shrugs. "I dunno, she likes to wonder on her own."

"True..."

"Isabel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna dance?"

I smirk, "I might, but first let me take a sip of my water." 

He stood up and towered besides me covering my side view to the dance floor and looked down at me with his sexy grin, I tried not to smile to giddy like, but to be honest it's too hard for me. I took his out stretched hand and let him take me towards the dance floor where we dance side to side to Jiggle bells: thank god it's just the orchestra.

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