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Chapter.35 HE'S A SNAKE (PT.2)

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Michael still didn't know what the fuck was going on. One minute he's being interrogated and sitting for four fucking days in a cell on some bogus charge that everyone seemed to believe, and now he was in his Jeep on his way back to his house with Kayla.

He looked over at her. She seemed worried. Upset even.

When they reached his house, both got out without speaking a word. She was walking in front of him when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back for a kiss. She grimaced but quickly tried to compose herself. But it didn't go unnoticed.

Michael looked down at her arms. He saw the light purplish-blue ring around her wrists.

"What the fuck?! Who did that to your wrists?" Michael stopped, suddenly examining them closer.

Kayla wanted to jerk them away, but it was too late. He had already seen.

Michael looked up at her waiting for an answer.

"Um, I really don't remember," she said while staring at her wrists. Anything to avoid looking into his eyes at that moment. She could feel him staring at her. His eyes always seemed to scorch her skin and dig for the truth behind her words.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke again. "You have fucking bruises all the way around your damn wrists, and you don't remember how you got them?" he asked, skeptical.

Kayla had to play this off. "I know that sounds weird, but with everything that has happened in the past couple of days, hell, weeks, I have been stressed out and I don't remember."

She gently pulled her hands away from him. She stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. At first, he continued to stare into her eyes and didn't kiss her back. But then he gave in and kissed her long and deep.

When she pulled away, and walked up the steps, she noticed he didn't follow. She turned around and he was still standing there.

"What?" she asked, already knowing what the damn problem was.

"You know what."

Kayla sighed, "Michael, I don't remember, okay? I'm sure I probably did something in my damn sleep."

Michael didn't know what fuck was going on, but he could see she looked tired and he didn't want to make her feel worse. But he was determined to get to the bottom of that issue. She hadn't heard the last of that.

He walked up the steps and followed her inside. Kayla sat down at his kitchen table and Michael walked toward the back of the house.

All he wanted was a shower. That was it. Nothing else. Well, when it came to Kayla he could always use 'something else', but seriously, he just wanted a hot shower. He entered his bedroom, took off his shirt, and was about to yell for Kayla, when he noticed pink suitcases on his floor. Some designer cases with LV written all over them. He assumed that expensive ass, Louis Vuitton shit.

He walked out of his bedroom about to ask her about the suitcase when he noticed she wasn't sitting at the table. He looked over toward his couch and saw her sound asleep with her legs pulled up in a little ball.

God, she was so damn beautiful. He could hear her lightly snoring. He quietly walked over toward her and kneeled at her side. He moved some of the hair from her face and kissed her jaw line. He didn't understand this. Everything happened so quickly. At least for him anyway.