No More Games

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DECEMBER 23

Michael's Point Of View

Last night exceeded all of my expectations. Everyone had a great time and most importantly, Sasha had the time of her life.

After everything wrapped up last night, Sasha and I said our goodbyes and went our separate ways until I came back to her place this morning with a dozen roses.

When I got there, I found Shad sitting on the kitchen counter eating a large bowl of spaghetti.

"Who eats spaghetti this early?" I chuckled.

"Good morning to you too, Mike," Shad smiled. "And 7AM ain't early."

"Do you know if Sasha's up yet?"

"I'm assuming she is cause there was three pickles in that jar over there last night. Now there's one. And guess who's the only one in this house who eats pickles. . .Sasha's pregnant ass."

"A simple 'yes' or 'no' next time," I laughed as I left the kitchen.

I lightly tapped on Sasha's door waiting for an answer. I didn't hear one so I gently opened the door and peaked my head in.

There was no one in the room but I heard music coming from the bathroom.

"Sash?" I called out then seconds later the music stopped.

"Michael?" Her sweet voice echoed from the bathroom. I could hear water splashing, making it obvious to me that she was having her usual relaxing time in the tub.

"You mind if I come in?"

It was about thirty seconds before she gave me the answer I was looking for. I opened the door and entered with the roses in hand and the biggest smile on my face.

"Hey, you. . ." Sasha's smile was just as wide as mine.   There were candles lit throughout the bathroom, spreading the sweat aroma of vanilla and lavender. "What're you doing here?" She asked as she played with the soap suds that covered her beautiful body.

"You know I can't stay away from you," I winked, placing the roses on the edge of the tub.

"They're beautiful, Michael. Thank you," she smirked.

"How's my baby boy doing?" It felt so good saying that.

"Won't stay still like his daddy," she teased. "I should've known he was a boy by the way those kicks felt."

I laughed and sat on the edge of the tub. "You know you owe me, right?"

"And what do I owe you?" She raised her brows.

"Oh, you don't remember our bet?" She looked at me and just rolled her eyes, making me laugh. "Nope, none of that attitude, miss lady. We made a bet. Matter of fact, I came here to help you pack up your things."

"Michael, noooo," she whined, trying to hold back her laughter. "Why are you like this?"

"You gotta hold the end of your deal, baby girl. I said it was going to be a boy and if I won, you had to come stay with me for two weeks."

"Yeah, that was before your mistress gave birth two months early and leaving the twins with you." Those words flew out of her mouth like sharp daggers.

"Mother and Rebbie have been helping me with the twins," I said matter-of-factly. "If you're worried about dealing with the fact that the babies are there,
I get it."

"It's not that I'm worried about the twins being there. Their your babies, Michael. I just—" She closed her eyes and just rubbed her temples. "Fine," she opened her eyes and smiled, "I'll hold the end of my deal and stay with you for two weeks."

"Really?" My smile grew wide. "You'll come with me today?" I leaned in closer and closer to her sweet face, hoping I could steal a kiss from her but she stops me with her finger pressed against my lips.

"No. Sexual. Contact."

"I can't make any promises, love," I smirked. "Once you're under my roof, you gotta abide by my rules."

"I'm serious, Michael," she smiled.

"So am I," I leaned in again, this time finally catching her lips.

I kissed her with every bit of love and passion I had inside of me. Her moan against my lips gave me all the confirmation I needed that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

I pulled away and we just stared into each other's eyes. I just never thought I could be this deeply in love with someone.

I kicked off my shoes and just hopped into the tub with all of my clothes on.

"Michael, what the fuck are you doing?" Sasha laughed in shock.

I grabbed her face and kissed her even harder and deeper. Our tongues danced together, allowing me to taste how sweet she was.

She pushed me from her lips and looked at me with this beautiful spark in her eyes. "You're so crazy, Michael."

"I'm crazy for you," I said, meaning every bit of it. "If it were possible to overdose on love, I'd be six feet under right now. The amount of love I have for you is beginning to be too much for me to contain." I paused and swallowed the lump in my throat caused by emotions that were taking over me. "I have to pour it out to you in every way I can. I'll go insane. You understand me, girl?"

"I do," she said in a whisper as a tear fell from her eye.

"Tell me you love me," I took her hand and placed a kiss in her palm. "Show me that you love me, Sash."

She pulled me by my collar, smashing her lips back onto mine. My hands began to wander under the water and caught her by surprise when I gripped her thighs.

As I'm inching my hand up her thigh, hoping to feel her in her most sacred place, a loud knock on the door startled us both.

"Michael! Sasha! You in here?"  Dean's voice was loud behind the door.

Sasha and I looked at each other with confusion.

Dean has NEVER sounded like this unless there was an emergency. And he's never come upstairs, let alone Sasha's room to find me unless something bad has happened.

"Hold on one second, Dean," I said as I hopped out of the tub. I was completely drenched. I grabbed the nearest towel and started drying myself off. "Is everything ok, Dean? What happened?"

"Something pretty bad, sir."

In that moment, I'm not sure why, but I felt my heart explode inside of my chest. "Ok, I'll meet you downstairs in a minute."