3 Way | Michael B. Jordan |

It Never Rains In Southern California

Scarlet 

I wrapped a large towel around my body before heading over to the huge vanity style mirror that adorned the nearby sink. 

I tugged at my dampened hair for a moment because I liked the way it tightly coiled when wet. Giving me the appearance of having a tapered cut as opposed to a bob when stretched. I gazed over my skin which seemed to glow in the dim lighting. I looked as good as I felt in this moment. 

Michael had whisked me away for a romantic weekend. I had no idea how a man in his position could still manage to be sweet underneath it all. It was foul how he had went about regaining my attention. I'll admit that. Placing me in between a rock and a hard place by asking for unlimited access to me knowing damn well I now had a man. But  I can't lie ... I was secretly enjoying every minute of it. And had been for weeks now. 

I'll admit a part of me still felt guilty for stepping out on Drew, but a bigger part of me simply didn't give a fuck. Drew was a great guy but there was something different about Michael. Michael made me feel things I had never felt. Michael made me crave things I had never yearned for. Michael spoke to parts of my body I had never realized existed. Michael was just ... different. 

But for the life of me I still hadn't figured out why he had chosen me. What was so special about me?

I was cute. That was a given. I wasn't lacking in the self esteem department. Not now. Not at this point in my life. Not after recovering and healing from all of the things that Derrick had put me through. No. I had come too far to turn back now. But I'll admit that question always lingered in the back of my mind. Why me?

Michael was an A-list celebrity. Who had access to a plethora of women. So what was so different about me? What had he seen in me at that movie premiere that he just couldn't seem to shake? What made what we had so different? Different enough for him to pursue me the way he had. A way I felt he had never pursued another woman. At least not in this life time. 

I took a moment to freshen up and shake away my thoughts before returning to the bedroom. 

Clashing Thunder

I jumped almost losing the hold I had on my night bag. Quickly running over to the bed. Slipping out of my slippers and crawling under the covers where Michael sat tussling with the remote. 

I wrapped my arms around him before nuzzling my face into his muscular back. And placing a soft kiss on it. He glanced over his shoulder for a moment as I pulled him closer. "Don't start nothing you can't finish." He whispered. His voice still deepened from the nap we both had taken earlier. 

"I won't." I whispered playfully as he returned his attention to the remote. Taking this time to place my legs around him from behind and the side of my face just beneath the back of his neck. His warm skin felt good against my cool skin. As the smell of his cologne flirted with my nose. 

"Yo I think this storm is fucking with the signal." He said allowing his Newark accent to come through. Hitting the back of the remote and then turning it sideways before attempting to press it's buttons again. 

Clashing Thunder

Rang out yet again causing me to jolt once more. Wrapping my arms even more tightly around his waist.  

"You scared baby doll?" He asked, once again looking over his shoulder and into my face. 

I softly shook my head no. As his stare lingered. He took a deep breath before sitting the remote aside. And slowly turning into me. "What?" I whispered doing everything in my power to avoid his stare.