3 Way | Michael B. Jordan |

"The names Baby Doll bitch!"

Scarlett

"Ow!" Michael yelped flinching with each dab to his face. 

"Hold still Michael." I said placing my fingers to his chin and continuing to clean his wounds. 

"Ok. Ok." He repeated gazing into my face before leaning closer into my chest. As I stood in between his legs at the table. 

"You're such a baby." I teased rolling my eyes dismissively. 

"Nah your ass is just heavy handed. Feel like I'm getting my ass whooped all over again." He admitted rolling his eyes as well. Causing Carmen to snicker from the other side of the table. I cut my eyes at her and she quickly gathered her self before placing her hands in the air in surrender. 

"I'm almost done." I said reaching for the liquid band-aid solution on the table. 

Michael's eyes gazing into mine as I attempted to focus on fixing him up and not on what had just happened moments ago. 

"I didn't fuck Mrs. Washington." He whispered. Causing me to freeze in my tracks. I stared into his eyes for a moment. Looking for any trace of a lie and found none. "I was just talking shit." He added with a soft shoulder shrug. One he instantly regretted. Judging by the way his face scrunched up as his shoulders relaxed.

I exhaled deeply as some of the tension filling my body escaped. "Thank God." I whispered causing Michael to half grin.

"I knew your ass was hot behind that. Handling me like a damn C.O." He joked placing his hands on my hips. "You know Scarlett since the very first night I touched you I haven't wanted to touch anyone else." He added as his gaze roamed over my body. 

And even though he sat beneath me bloodied and bruised I still managed to react. Under his gaze I still became weak.  "You sure about that?" 

"Positive." He said nodding his head as he dug his short nails into my hips. "I haven't been with anybody else." He admitted further. Causing my heart to race. 

He was talking too much at this point. For some reason or another it had brought my conscience comfort thinking that while I was doing my thing Michael had also been doing his. Whether it had been Tessa, Tera or some random chick. 

It was simply easier believing that I was carrying on the way I had been because Michael had been doing the same. Not because I was fighting my feelings for him. And now here he was blowing all of that to pieces. 

"Scarlett I love you." He said a little louder than his previous words. "And I know right now the possibility of us ending up together seems far fetched ..." He stated causing me to scoff softly. "But I want to try." He added pulling me closer and laying his head against my stomach. 

I placed my hands against his head. Allowing my head to fall back in an effort to keep my self from crying. 

I wanted nothing more than to be with him. And it was just now hitting me. Our relationship had been a slow moving runaway train from the very beginning. My heart directly at the end of the collision path. Vulnerable and waiting for impact.

"I love you too Michael ..." I started but easily became over whelmed in this moment. Looking over to Carmen for assurance. She sat there with her arms crossed scolding me. I raised a brow in confusion as Michael's hold on me grew limp. Carmen softly nodded her head and with that I exhaled. "And when this is all over ... I want us to give it a try." I said causing Carmen to smile cheekily. As Michael raised his head from my stomach. Looking deeply into my eyes for honesty. 

He took to his feet. Towering over me as he always did when we were this close. My eyes lingered on his chest as it slowly rose and fell before me. The heat emanating from his body quickly encompassed me in what felt like a shield of protection.