I can’t help but laugh and kiss him sweetly on his lips. “I love that I did that to you in less than a minute.”
He slaps my ass gently and I stand to go to the sink as he follows me.
“It’s been two years, Pet. I bet I come in minutes for the first little while.” He turns me to face him as we wait for the water to warm. “I did that for two years straight imagining you in every possible scenario and that dry fuck was better than my fantasies.”
I love how he talks to me; how crude and dirty he gets. Sully in bed is nothing like him out of it. He is always so reserved and mellow, scary and sweet but in bed he unleashes everything, and I love it.
“Mya?” I hear my name and my stomach drops when I hear Micha, my boyfriend at Sam’s screen door.
I turn and force my hand under the water, hiding what evidence I can from my betrayal a few moments before.
“Hey…” I say and look to Sam, pleading for him to not say anything. He just shakes his head, a look of pain on his face before he masks it and grabs the dishtowel from the rack on his oven and wipes the come from his hands.
“Hey there Mike.” He says and holds his hand out for Micha to shake. I cringe knowing he is doing it on purpose to make me squirm knowing what he wiped off. There isn’t a bigger fuck you to Micha.
“Micha.” He states and shakes Sam’s hand.
“Right, sorry. So uh, what brings you out here?” Sam asks, a cruel smile on his lips.
“I came for Mya. Lex twisted her ankle at rehearsal and asked me to come get you.”
“Is she okay?” I ask, forgetting my obvious trouble as worry takes over for Lex.
Micha rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I just said it was a twisted ankle, Mya. She is fine. Are you ready?” He talks down to me and I hate it, but I allow it here and now because what I have done is so much worse.
One look at Sam tells me he hated how Micha talked to me. “Yeah, just give me a second with Sam.” I ask, hoping he doesn’t make a scene.
He looks at Sam from head to toe before looking at me and kissing me on the mouth. I know this is all a pissing contest between them and I fight Micha who is trying to use his tongue. I pull back and create enough space between us and smile nervously. “I’ll be right out, just give me a minute please.”
Micha nods and looks back to Sam. “See ya later Jailbird.”
I watch Sam’s breathing as Micha leaves, and I know he is furious. “I am so sorry.” I rush to get my words out and defuse this situation. “I will talk to him about his rude behavior.”
He looks at me confused. “I don’t give a fuck, not one, of what he thinks of me.”
“It was rude, and he meant it to be rude.”
“So, like I’ll ever see him again…” His words trail off as I bite my lip and look away with shame.
“You are kidding me? Mya your hand was covered in my come not five minutes ago. Please tell me you aren’t entertaining the idea of staying with that clown?”
“I’m confused”- the look he gives me makes me sick.
“Oh, fuck off, Mya.” He says and walks down the hall to his bathroom. “Lock the fucking door on your way out.”
*
“What did I interrupt?” Micha asks me as I get in the car. I am grateful for the short drive to my car because I am so confused and overwhelmed.
“Just the usual.” I say by way of explanation.
I watch as he drives passed Doug’s and look to him. “Hey, I need my car.”
Micha shrugs and doesn’t even look at me. “Get it tomorrow, we need to talk.”
“Micha, I need it now I have class first thing in the morning.” I say and sit stunned watching him hit the steering wheel as he flips a bitch.
“You ignore me for three days and when I do see you, you’re with that fuck up and not interested in spending time with me?”
