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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(Michael's POV)
"Fuck!" I smash my fist against my steering wheel multiple times before clenching it. It was getting hard to control the anger that was begging to come out and overrun these waves of depression that are flooding every part of my body. Just seeing her made me feel a different type of happiness almost like I was high off of her. Even though she didn't want me there the feeling of her lips against mine caught my whole body light on fire. Just thinking of it made my body tense up. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to sleep, now that I know where she is and that she's in arm reach. I wanted to say fuck what she wants and go back in there and have her all to myself. But she was already pissed at how I'm so selfish with her. I just wanted to be running through her mind 24/7 like she was in mine.
Taking a deep breath I start the car and speed home. The forty minute trip only took twenty five with how I was driving. Walking into the house I slam the door alright pissed about having to see Justine's sad ass mope around my house. I couldn't put her out because that would just make Ryan angrier at me, but at this point seeing her just reminded me of how I lost Ryan in the first place.
"Did you see Ryan?" Justine's voice rings through the apartment making me scrub my hand down my face in frustration.
"Why the fuck does it matter?"
"Because that's my best friend, I deserve to know if she's there." She places her hands onto her hips.
"Then go the fuck over there and stop fucking talking to me Justine, you're only here because I feel bad for your dumb ass. You need to talk to Sterling, you're starting to show." I gesture to her stomach making her wrap her arms around herself.
"I haven't worked up the confidence to tell him."
"Tell who what? Ryan's still got a attitude over the whole situation?" He throws an arm around Justine's shoulder.
"Go ahead and tell him Justine." I lean against the wall crossing my arms over my chest.
"Tell me what?" He looks down at her and she bites her lip nervously.
"I can't do this." She walks away from us going into the kitchen.
"Might as well tell me, what do you want to fake break up? I thought we were going to actually try a relationship." He trails after her and I sit at the counter watching their relationship about to blow up.
"I'm pregnant." She whispers turning to him.
"You're what?"
"I'm pregnant and it's yours."
"How long have you known?"
"Since Ryan found out our whole situation." I answer for her making him turn to me.
"So you knew and didn't tell me?"
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