Destined Our Unexpected Love (18+/BWWM) ( Final Chapters Coming Soon)Completed ✅

Chapter.07 Before I Do

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Michael and Kayla's relationship  crosses the line

The car ride on the way back to Admiral Troy's house was quiet. Kayla would not look at Michael. She kept her face pressed up against the glass staring out of the window. Michael kept glancing at her. She had not moved.

He wanted to say something to her, but he was not quite sure what he could say. He also could not help but stare at her legs. That damn dress was dangerously close to riding up her thigh and giving him a show.

He tried to keep his focus on the road but chanced another glance at the riding hem of her dress. Big mistake. When he glanced up at her face, she was staring at him. And not just staring at him, but she looked like she was trying to channel all the hate she could into her eyes and sling it at him. Her face was tear stained and her puffy lips were turned down in a frown.

He tried to smile at her to lighten things up, but he could not manage one. Finally, he blew a sigh.

"I can take care of that for you," Kayla offered lowering her eyes to his semi hard erection.

When his eyes followed her path and it clicked in his brain at the same time, semi was replaced by full blown hard on.

"What?!" he choked out.

"I've seen guys get boners before because of me. Just wanted to know if you wanted me to help you out."

Michael flexed his jaw again, and he could not help but think of some fucking bastard pointing his intruding little cock at Kayla. And then the thought of her 'helping' them out made his blood boil.

But Michael had to chuckle to himself. Admiral Jackson had wanted him to visit the psychiatrist on base so he could get rid of his past demons and look to the future. Said it was the only way he could reign in his quick violent temper and force it into positive energy or some shit like that.

It did not work because Michael did not consider himself one of these flaky guys who liked to talk about his emotions. For him, they were locked away in a deep chest buried at the back of his mind and that is where they would remain.

But the psychiatrist did teach him some techniques to control his anger. Normally, he just liked to drop people. One quick hit to the bridge of the nose and they would fall to the floor and grab their face. The blood usually scared them and anyone else who would have tried to jump in on their behalf. But now, he would count backwards from ten and breathe. Worked sometimes. Other times, blood was necessary.

But what caused Michael to chuckle was the fact that Kayla seemed to piss him off more than anyone else he had ever met. And there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

But he decided to call her on her bluff. Someone really needed to teach this young woman a lesson and obviously her still bruised ass did not do the trick.

He pulled his Jeep over to the side of the road.

Kayla kept staring at him wondering what the hell he was doing. He removed his seatbelt and turned to her and rested his hand over her headrest.

"So... you ready to help me out?" he said through a smirk.

Kayla gulped praying he did not hear it. She tried to maintain her straight face, but inside she was panicking. She was not sure if she was ready. Not like this anyway.

Michael slowly licked his lips and ran his eyes down her body, resting on several parts that made her shiver.

"Get in the back seat," he whispered.