Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 41: Stay With Me

"I don't usually cum that quick." Michael says giving me a look.

I chuckle.

"Neither do I."

He smirks. I lay up on my elbow, looking down at him.

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long. It was good." Michael says looking up at me.

"Yeah." I smile slowly. "It was really good."

He strokes my arm as we both go silent for a little while. I can't believe we actually just done that. That's the best sex I've had in a long time. He really knew what he was doing... it's made me like him even more. We stay quiet for a little while, as our breathing goes back to normal.

"Do you feel like you can open up to me?" I ask him quietly.

He pauses and stares up at me.

"Yeah." He nods.

"I want to know what happened when you got sent to prison."

"After we've just had sex?" He chuckles.

"Yeah." I laugh. "I feel a bit closer to you now... and after you told me about your childhood too."

He looks up at the ceiling and sighs.

"I got set up... the guy who died... He was my wife's brother."

I raise my eyebrows. Shit.

"Oh..."

"Yeah, so you can see why she doesn't want me any where near her or our daughter."

I lower my eyebrows.

"But how did you get set up?"

"Her brother was a drug dealer. Me and him used to take drugs, but nothing like I do now. We never really done any hard stuff, we just messed around from time to time. One day he had people after him. He owed them money so i tried to help him out. One night they found him, and I was there. They shot him, but they made sure their finger prints weren't on the gun, and made sure mine was. I tried to fight them off, and I pulled the gun from one of the guys."

Michael sits up. He sounds like he's getting a bit upset.

"I... I tried to save him. There was so much blood every where... I held my hand on his wounds but the blood just kept pouring out. It was all over me... next thing I know the police come and handcuff me, taking me in to questioning. I just always remember seeing the life get sucked out of him. I remember how his eyes looked... We were close. He was like a brother to me too."

I sit up and look at him feeling sad.

"That's horrible." I say quietly.

Michael looks at me. I can tell he's telling the truth. He looks so traumatized from just talking about it.

"I got found guilty of his murder, and they found the drugs me and him had. So I was guilty of that too. Kim was heart broken. She lost her brother as well as losing me. I tried to tell her what happened but she didn't believe me. My finger prints were all over the gun so why would she believe me? She didn't know about the drugs either, which pissed her off even more. She couldn't look at me. She said she didn't know who I was."

I pause and keep my eyes on him. He looks at me.

"There. You know now."

"I'm glad you told me. I wanted to know."

"But do you believe me?"

"Yes, I do." I nod.

He chuckles.