I wake up in bed to see that the time is half past ten in the morning.
“Shit,” I say as I sit bolt upright. I’m ridiculously late for work. I scramble out of the bed and dash over to the wardrobe, grabbing some work clothes and frantically trying to think of an excuse as to why I’m late. I take out a smart trouser-suit and grab some lingerie from the chest of drawers, but I come to a stop when the bedroom door opens to reveal Michael stood there with a mug in each hand.
“Hey,” he says as he comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” I ask him, but before I give him chance to respond, I ask another question. “Why aren’t you at work as well?”
“Calm down,” he says as he walks over to the bedside table and places the mugs down. “I called into work this morning and told them that we wouldn’t be in today.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I figured that we both needed the rest.”
“I can’t have a sick day, Michael, I have too much work to do.”
“I figured that, so I called Kim an hour ago and she’s going to drop your work laptop round on her lunch break.” He comes over to me and takes the clothes out of my hands, placing them on the end of the bed.
“I think it would be good for it to be just us today,” he says as he takes my hands in his and rubs his thumbs over my knuckles. “I want to make up for last night.”
“There’s no need,” I reply, a soft smile forming on my face.
“Yes, there is. I acted like a complete jerk and I need to make it up to you.”
“Honestly, I’m fine.”
“I feel bad and I want to do something to show that I’m sorry.”
“You have already apologised more than once.”
“Please, Lucy.” His eyes are pleading with me and I decide to give in. If he wants to make it up to me, then who am I to stop him?
“Well, seeing as you have got work covered, how about you start by showing me just how sorry you are by taking me to bed?” I waggle my eyebrows and step back, undoing the top button on my pyjamas. The smile that graces his face is wicked and the sparkle that I love so much makes an appearance in his eyes. He prowls towards me and I keep moving back until I am pressed up against the wall. His chest collides with mine and my heartbeat speeds up a notch.
“Now that I can do.” He grabs me and turns me, pushing me onto the bed. I squeal with delight and take pleasure in the fact that playful Michael has returned.
As he kisses my neck and runs his hands up and down my body, I let the feeling of the moment overtake my senses.
He’s sorry and I love him.
He’s knows that he was wrong, and I guess I just need to be more careful of how I interact with Tyler.
Michael is my life now, and I will do anything that I can to help him see that.
Chapter Twenty
Reality check
I have been spoilt for the last week. Michael has bought me flowers, chocolates and a beautiful silver necklace. I have told him that he doesn’t need to, but he chooses to ignore that, insisting that I should only have the best in life.
I am currently sat with Kim, grabbing a bite to eat on our lunch break. We chose to go to a café located in the centre of town, so that it will give us a chance to catch up without office ears listening in.
“So, how’s things with you and Michael?” Kim asks me whilst nibbling on a chip.
“It’s good,” I reply with what I imagine is a dreamy look on my face.
“That’s great.” I can tell that she wants to say something else, so I put down my knife and fork and focus all of my attention on her.
“What’s up?” I ask, one eyebrow raised.
