Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 28: Dirt

I notice I have a new email in my inbox. Please be from Jake! I click on it and sigh. It's just Marcus asking when Michaels contract will be ready for him to sign. I'm not printing anything off and he is not signing anything until I get some shit on him. I reply to Marcus making another excuse. Marcus replies back saying he wants it done today. I roll my eyes and ignore his email.

As the day goes on I get nothing from Jake. I kind of knew he wouldn't find anything anyway. I don't want to get him in to trouble either. I'm still not printing any contract off just yet. Marcus can wait, and so can Michael. The day ends and I start packing up my things. My door opens. I turn and see it's Michael. Great. I hear him close the door and I carry on packing up my things.

"You didn't knock."

He ignores me.

"I'm getting a bit tired of waiting for this contract. Marcus said I'd be able to sign it today."

"I know, Marcus probably did tell you that, but unfortunately they aren't going to be ready until tomorrow."

"Why? What's the hold up?"

"Why are you so eager to sign a bit of paper? Surely you can wait another day?"

"I don't like waiting."

"Clearly." I give him a look.

He smiles and walks over to me. I turn around facing him.

"Its probably all them drugs making you like that.. All anxious."

"I'm not anxious." Michael chuckles. "I've just never liked waiting. Just like i can't wait to show Marcus this." He takes his phone out and plays the video of me and him, holding it up in front of my face.

I widen my eyes and snatch the mobile out of his hands.

"You're fucking sick Michael! I'm not having you use this against me any more." I manage to quickly delete the video.

He holds his hand out, and places one hand on his hip.

"You done?" He asks. "Pass it back."

I lower my eyebrows and throw his phone back at him.

"I've just deleted it..."

"I know. Very clever." He nods. "But see, I'm still ahead of you baby. I've got copies of that. Can't get rid of something so sexy that easy. I'm another example." He smirks and bites his lip.

I sigh and rub my eyes.

"What happened to your hand?" He asks.

"None of your fucking business. That's what."

"Sorry for asking. Just looks bad. You should get that seen to." He holds his hands up.

"Wow, you sound like you care." I roll my eyes.

"I do." He stares at me.

"Could've fooled me."

"Just because we've got this thing going on don't mean I don't like you Layla. Marcus is lucky to have you."

I stay silent and look at him.

"Yeah..." I nod. "He is."

"I wish I had what he has." Michael walks closer to me.

My heart beat increases and my breathing changes instantly.

"Mainly you." He looks me up and down.

I don't know what to say... I clear my throat.

"Is this you or the drugs talking?"

He grins showing his teeth.

"What do you think?" He asks, getting closer and closer to me.