Fate saved us

Chapter 10: 'The Gift' album announcement!

Nearly 2 weeks into the Jamaican song writing trip:

"Oh my god Conor" I shout running around our holiday home trying to find him
"In the studio Beyoncé!" Conor yells.
I laugh to myself. Why didn't I check there in the first place?? Dickhead. I run up the stairs to the studio and fall through the door
"I've got THE BEST SONG IDEA!!" I say excitedly
"Who for?" He chuckles
"Me" I look at him and he nods "but I want you on it!" I exclaim
"Me?" He asks confused "why would you want me on YOUR ALBUM?" He chuckles
"Because you're a great artist and singer" I smile at him and his face softens
"Hit me" He smirks. To be a twat I decide to actually him, I hit his shoulder and he looks at me frowning "What the hell Yonc" he chuckles lowly. Yes, he calls me Yonc
"You said hit you" I frown playfully making him laugh out loud and shake his head grinning at me
"I meant, hit me up on your ideals girl" he raises his eyebrows
"I know" I wink
"So, look" I hand him my note pad with jumbled up lyrics.

Trust me, if you ever leave, I'll be right by your side, oh
For you, I will ride, ah

That's what the waves are for
What are you waiting for?

Baby, o, can I drink from the water?
Baby, o, meet me down by the river
We can dance to the rhythm
'Til the sun is high and the water runs dry

"I like it" he looks at the notes in my book and looks up at me "this looks perfect already what do you-" He gets cut off by my phone ringing
It's Michael. I mouth a sorry to Conor as I answer the call
"Hey" I smile
"Hey baby, how are you?" Michael beams down the phone
"I'm good. How are you?" I ask jotting down more lyrics as Conor clicks around on the computer with a hand on my thigh, stroking me gently.
"I'm even better now I can talk to my favourite girl" Michael flirts
"Who you been speakin' too?" I play
"Someone called Beyonce, she's pretty too" Michael plays along
"She sounds great" I bite my lip
"She's even better in bed you know?" Michael pushes it a step further
"Is she now?" I blush
"Damn, I'm gettin' hard just thinkin' about her. She does something to me" Michael moans down the phone making me squeeze my eyes shut and breathe
"Stop playin' Michael" I giggle standing up and walking out of the studio to my room
"I'm not playing, I'm so horny and I need you to relieve me. Can you do that baby?" He whispers but just loud enough for me to hear
"That's kinda hard when I'm in Jamaica, Michael" I chuckle
"Can't you come home, I miss my girl" I can feel him pouting
"I'm coming home in 2 more weeks" I chuckle
"I need this album finishing. But when I do come home I'm only there for like 2 or 3 days then I'm flying out to Africa to film the 'Spirit' music video" I sigh
I can feel him frown "You serious?"
"Very serious" I reply
"I guess those two or three days you're all mine then, yeah?" He ponders
"I have to see my husband Michael" I sigh
"Stop kidding yourself yoncè. What do you owe that guy except a fake ass relationship out in PUBLIC. Behind closed doors- you're all mine" Michael snaps slightly
"If you're gonna be like this you can get fucked, I'll end this now and you won't see me for them three days I'm coming home because I'll keep my ass here" I growl
"You wouldn't do that" Michael murmurs
"Wouldn't I?" I question
"No" I can feel Michael shaking his head

"And why is that?"

He's silent for a few seconds, "because you want me- you want my dick" he smirks "you're missing me pleasing you and giving you love while you're all up in Jamaica with two no bodies" Michael adds
"They're nice people actually" I frown totally ignoring everything else he's said
"All men can be nice when they was sex" Michael mutters
"Yeah, And that's exactly what you do" I mumble and end the call
I sigh and lay on my bed. I love Michael, I really do. But why does he have to be so goddamn confusing?
One minute he's totally feeling me, mentally and physically..then he'll turn on me and act a douche.