Quench My Desire

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He asked me to marry him. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Of course, I wasn't. Michael loves me. I love him, but getting married is not in my list right now. It may have been what I wanted, but I don't want it anymore.

How can he even propose to me after we just got done having mind blowing sex. That's irrational and that's not how I pictured I'd get married.

"Will you?" He asked. I just stared at him, wiped my teary eyes, and stood away from him. "Baby girl?" He questioned.

I grabbed my robe and put it over my exposed naked body. "Michael," I whispered. "Yes baby?" He stood from the floor and put on his pajama pants. He then walked over to me and stood in front of me. He never showed me the ring, just the box. The red velvet box.

It didn't matter what size the ring was, how beautiful it was, or how much it cost, I just am not sure about this. I just am not ready.

"Will you marry me, Sofia Aaliyah Anderson?" I'll be up all night if I don't answer his question. I know the answer, but my mouth won't open for me to say it verbally. I opened, then closed my mouth about six times.

Getting the point, Michael sighed walked away from me and through the box hard against the floor.

"I knew she wouldn't want to marry me. I'm a fucking freak. The fucking tabloids are right. I am a fucking 'Jacko'. Fuck my life. I can never have what I cherish or want."

He walked past me, bumping into my shoulder on the way, and walked out of the door and slamming it after he left.

"What have I done." I mumbled to myself. I went to the box that held my ring and opened it. I gasped when I met the texture of it. It's beautiful.

Must have cost him a fortune. "I'm just not ready Michael." I spoke silently to myself as I closed the box and sat it on the dresser. I got into the shower and shaved my legs, armpits, and privacy area. (What...? I don't like to be hairy)

Started to have pains in my lower abdomen, but I ignored them and continued to shower. "I have to stop holding my pee all the time. I'm going to have a bladder infection if I do." I mumbled to myself as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body.

I grabbed my tooth brush and brushed my teeth, the rinsed my mouth out with mouth wash. I went back into the room and pulled out another pair of underwear, and a big loose shirt to sleep in.

Michael hadn't come back up from wherever he went and I began to worry. I pulled out my phone from the charger and called him.

"Hello?"

"Michael, where are you?"

"I'm in my skin where I belong. Where are you?" He said smartly, sarcastic, and sardonically.

"I'm in your bedroom." I spoke softly.

"Oh, so now everything that was once ours is now only mines?" He asked hurt. I am lost.

"Michael, no. What are you talking about? Can you just come here to me. Where are you?"

"Don't play games with me Sofia. Don't fucking play games with me. My feelings aren't to be played with. I've given you my all. Took you in, when your dumb ass ex beat the fuck out of you. I did everything I could. I stayed with you to make sure you were okay. I loved you. You have my heart, and now I'm starting to doubt and regret ever giving it to you." He spat back. That hurt. I covered my mouth as he continued to spit vulgarly words at me.