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Chapter 1: Deception

 

I stood there, emotionless. Not knowing whether to scream, laugh or cry. I mean, I did see this coming. I should have, right? Even though he claimed to be over the mother of his kids, they both seemed to still spend a little bit too much time together. His excuse? " she's the mother of my children. How else am I supposed to spend time with them? You won't understand unless you've had kids of your own with someone. " 

 

The red flags were always there, but I was so oblivious to it. The way they stared at eachother, the body language. It was evident that the flame once burning between them, was never put out to begin with. At least that's how he portrayed it to be. With my mouth slightly ajar, I stared at Preston's phone. My heart felt like it was wanting to burst with hurt, and anger from the text I was reading from "her".

 

" last night was amazing, baby. I can't wait until you leave that girl so we can be together, and reunite our little family once more. Please tell Indya about us soon. Tell her that you love me, and not her. I'll be sure to break things off with Michael as well. You are the one I want. The one I've always loved!"

 

I felt a knot form inside my throat as I fought the urge to cry. I'm disgusted, so disappointed. A whole year with this man, and for him to play me this way? Why drag me into this relationship knowing damn well that he still had unresolved feelings for her? How is this fair to me? Now, I don't usually go through my boyfriend's phone at all. I feel that doing so, is an immediate break of trust. However, Preston didn't come home last night. Oh, and it hasn't been the first time it's happened either. He blames being stuck at the studio finishing a song for a client was the culprit. He's a well known producer here in North Carolina for local artist that are trying to put their foot in the door, and make it big. We met at the club that I was performing at last year, and fell in love immediately. Things happened so fast between us. He promised to help me get the recognition I deserved through my music. Those were nothing but empty promises as well. After so many nights sleeping alone without one single phone call from him, I just knew something was up. There was no ignoring the red flags any longer. 

 

After my usual morning run, I came back into the house and saw his phone sitting on the kitchen counter. Preston is never not next to his phone. The phone vibrated, as her message appeared on the screen while he was in the shower washing away their love juices from last night. I slowly put his phone down, and took in a deep breath. How could he do this to me? Tears started to well up into my eyes as reality of the situation began to sink in. I gave this man a whole year of my life. His kids meant the world to me too. I don't have any of my own, but Jaxon, and Amaría helped fill my life with joy.  I really enjoyed having the kids around, and playing step mommy to them. I did anything and everything for this man just so he can fuck his baby momma behind my back?! Both of them played in my face, and I refused to see the clear picture. I feel so dumb, and foolish. He recently moved in with me about a few months ago. I thought things were finally getting more, and more serious. Maybe he was getting ready to propose. I'd get the wedding I've always dreamed of as a little girl. What a blind, and foolish girl I have been. After reading that message, I want nothing to do with him any longer. I don't even want to see his face, let alone sleep in the same bed as he. 

 

"Hey, you're back from your run early ."

 

I jumped feeling startled by his deep voice. I turned around to face him, as tears slowly rolled down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away. His eyebrows immediately lowered with concern. 

 

"Indya, baby, are you ok?"

 

I simply shook my head in disbelief while taking in a deep breath then slowly releasing it. I saw his eyes trace back towards his phone that was on the counter, then back at me. His stare grew even more intense.

 

" You went through my phone?" 

 

I swallowed hard.

 

" Indya, did you go through my phone?" He asked again but more firmly. 

 

I tucked my arms underneath my breast bone as I felt my body begin to tremble. Not out of fear, but from the adrenaline rush that only deceit can cause. 

 

" What did you see?" He asked, worriedly.

 

" I saw enough!" I finally blurted out.

 

He then passed by me quickly, and grabbed his phone off the counter, aggressively. More tears began to fall as little sobs escaped my lips. I didn't look back at him, but I can tell he was checking his phone to see what I've read. There was a sudden dead silence in the air. 

 

" Why did you fucking go through my phone?" He growled.

 

I quickly turned around to face him, and scoffed in disbelief. So much anger was brewing within me. 

 

" Really Preston??! that's all you have to say!? That's all you care about ? Me going through your fucking phone???!!!" 

 

By now I was starting to sob a little harder. 

 

He tried to lean closer to me, but I backed away. 

 

" babe, I can explain...."

 

" No, please don't. Don't call me babe. I am not your babe!" I cried. Hearing him call me that filled me with so much disgust. 

 

" I meant to tell you about all of this, I honestly did."

 

I ran my fingers through my hair in sheer frustration. 

 

" A whole fucking year together, Preston. When did you plan on telling me??? I took in your kids like my own. I gave you my heart just for you to use me as a rebound?! All along you still loved your ex. Why, Preston? Why?! Why drag me along, and fill my ears with these empty promises and lies when you really didn't mean any of it?" I continued to cry. His dark skin suddenly began to look pale. He didn't know what to say. It was like the cat caught his tongue.  He slowly rubbed his bald head with his hand. 

 

" I'm sorry " he whispered. 

 

Is that all he really had to say to me? There was no I love you, no explanation. Just a simple I'm sorry. What kind of closure is that for me? After all those times telling me he was over Kiera, and wanted to build a future with me. What a fucking liar! 

 

" I need you to understand that you are an amazing woman, Indya"

 

I put my hands up to stop him from talking. I felt so nauseated from all of this, and honestly so enraged. 

 

" Preston, FUCK you! I do not want nor need your sympathy. Just pack your stuff and get the fuck out of my house! Go back to your family that you obviously desperately want back!!."

 

" Indya, I really do care about you. I need you to know this. My intentions were to never hurt you."

 

I let out a hurtful chuckle as more tears ran down my cheeks.   

 

" Bro, please stop! Just fucking go already!."

 

"I'm really sorry..." he whispered again. 

 

" Yeah, I'm sure you are. And doesn't Kiera have a boyfriend too? I hope she tells him what is going on between yall as well. That poor man. What a shame. He deserves to fucking know too!"

 

He swallowed hard. I'm sure he heard the hurt, and anger in my tone. He had nothing else to say to me. Absolutely nothing. 

 

" I'll pack my stuff and be out of here by noon."

 

" Yes, please. I want you the fuck out like stat!" I hurried, while snapping my fingers.

 

I refused to look at him. I looked up at the ceiling, and slowly shook my head from side to side. I finally heard his footsteps faint as he began to walk away.  That's when I really broke down. I'm the type of person to give it my all whole heartedly when I'm in a relationship with someone. I am faithful as hell! I am a beautiful woman who has men trying to get my number almost everyday! I can absolutely have any man I want! What he did to me was selfish. He wanted his cake and eat it too. If I would have never went through his phone, I prob still wouldn't know what was happening right underneath my nose. As much as this hurts me to the core, I'm going to have to learn to get past this, and heal. I truly did love this man, but he's not worth all the love I gave.  He and his baby mama can have each other. I'm going to be alright. I will not BE a victim through all of this. I will come out of this one stronger than ever. One thing my mom and dad didn't do was raise a weak link.  I am one hell of a woman, and he's the one that will be missing out. 

 

It's been a whole month now since my break up with Preston. A whole month without him living here with me. I haven't seen him either. I'd be lying if i said it's been easy. It certainly has not, but I've stayed strong. I've been doing a lot of self reflection, and healing. I've been focusing on me, and my health. Exercising every day has helped clear my mind. I've changed a lot, because back in the day, I was a cutter when I'd get depressed. I have learned to cope differently throughout the years with therapy. I'm just trying to get past all this without losing myself in depression again. I have too much to live for and my life will not stop all because a man didn't know how to love me properly. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my brown puffy curls, and applied moisturizer to tame the frizz. When I was younger, I hated my natural hair but have grown to love it as I became older. My mother is German, and father was African American. I say was, because he passed away when I was only 10 years old. I've got the best of both worlds, except I wish I had been blessed with my father's melanin skin tone instead. I am more on the lighter side because of mother's German roots. I've never experienced low self esteem issues, because ever since I was very little, mother always made sure to instill positive affirmations daily. No man on earth will ever make me question my beauty. After all, it's the inside that counts and I am just as beautiful on the inside as I am out. 

 

I'm supposed to be meeting up with my girls for brunch on this beautiful Friday. We all took the day off to meet since it's been a while that we've all seen each other. My friends mean the world to me. I don't have many of them, because I keep my circle very small. However, these ladies have been a huge part of my life from elementary, and throughout high school. We are inseparable, and always make time to bond with one another. 

 

 

I'm in the mood to dress up, and look flirty. My makeup was flawlessly done with the perfect dramatic look which enhanced my beautiful sharp features, and green eyes. I put on some white, tight, skinny jeans that complimented my small, round curves and olive green crop top that exposed my perfectly trimmed stomach. I was ready to paint the town with my girls and get fucked up off endless mimosas. Well, not exactly get fucked up. I still need to be careful and drive home safely. As I was putting on my green high heels, I heard a light knock at the door. 

 

" That's weird" I thought. I surely was not expecting anyone. Maybe it's my mom. She likes to pop up unannounced sometimes. Then again, the knock was too light for it to be her. Mom usually knocks like she's the damn police. Maybe it's one of the neighbors. I quickly went to the door and opened it with a warm, and inviting smile on my lips. 

 

There stood a man who was about 6 feet tall with Long, dark curls that just swayed effortlessly with the wind as it blew. I don't recall ever seeing him before in this neighborhood. Maybe he just moved in?? He slowly looked up at me, and I was immediately captured by his tender brown eyes, and perfectly framed face. Taken aback by this handsome man before me, I couldn't help but to stumble with my words a bit. 

 

"Hhhi Ccan I help you?" I asked with still a smile on my face. He didn't smile back at me. His expression was very cold, and emotionless. Aside from him being extremely handsome, his whole aura didn't seem friendly right now. Or at-least that's how it appeared.

 

" Does Preston live here?" He asked coldly. Surprised by his question , I chuckled briefly. 

 

Why is he asking about my ex??

 

" Preston? God No, he hasn't lived here in about a month."

 

He sighed deeply with frustration.

 

" Do you know where I can find him?" I could sense a hint of desperation in his voice, in his stare. 

 

I could have easily told him that he can probably find him at the studio, but I won't do that no matter how much I hate Preston. Especially because I don't even know who this man is, and what his intentions are. 

 

" No, I really don't . I really don't care to know either." His eyes suddenly widened with curiosity. 

 

" You were his girlfriend?"

 

I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

 

" unfortunately. But I am totally single now. Why? Why are you looking for Preston?" I was so intrigued as to why this man is knocking at my door a month later after breaking up with my ex. What does he want with Preston?

 

He paused briefly before speaking, and grew pensive for a moment. Although there was an awkward silence, I couldn't help but to be hypnotized by his beautiful curls that still danced with the wind, and the way the sunlight kissed his beautiful caramel skin. This man looked so familiar. I feel like I've seen him before. 

 

" If by any chance you come in contact with him, let em know Mike is looking for him." He answered, completely avoiding my question. 

 

But Wait, did he say Mike? I immediately remembered the name Michael in the text I read from Kiera the morning I discovered their unfaithfulness. 

 

He turned to leave and I quickly walked out of the house and closed the door behind me. 

 

" Wait!" I called out. He stopped walking , and slowly turned around to face me. 

 

" Who are you, and why are you looking for Preston?" I asked gazing deeply into his eyes with absorption.

 

That's when I saw it. I saw the hurt that was trapped in them and told a story so profound, it was hard to ignore. . It dawned on me. He looked familiar because he's Kiera's ex boyfriend. I remember seeing him in pictures on her facebook, because yes, I did stalk her page after me and Preston broke up. Don't judge me. Plus the name gave it away immediately. 

 

" Look, I'm sorry to have bothered you, ok?" He continued to walk towards his car and once again, I just had to stop him.

 

" WAIT!!" He stopped walking once more but didn't turn around this time. 

 

I just had to know why this man was here. 

 

" You're Michael, right? Kiera's ex?" I asked softly. 

 

That's when he slowly turned around to face me. He definitely looked so broken. Like, he's really taking this so very hard. I believe they were together for as long as me and Preston were. He slowly tucked a piece of curl behind his ear.

 

" How did you know?" He's asked sadly. 

 

I tucked my hands inside the pocket of my jeans, and smiled shyly.

 

" Who else would be looking for Preston? You said Mike, and I put 2 & 2 together. I remembered your name as Kiera's boyfriend "

 

" EX boyfriend "

 

He abruptly interrupted to correct me. I nodded. 

 

" Right...."

 

" Turns out she was sneaking around with your ex boyfriend the whole time we were together ". 

 

My smile slowly faded as I felt the sting in my heart once more. I've been trying to forget all about this. 

 

" I'm sorry. Not trying to throw salt at your wounds." He added.

 

" No, you're fine" I assured. I could sense the hurt in his voice though. He looked fragile. It made me feel sad for him. He's definitely taking this harder than I am. 

 

" I know what you're going through. The anger.... The hurt..."

 

" I should go...." He interrupted.

 

My brows furrowed with compassion. I'm sure he doesn't want to talk about it. Hell, I don't either. It's apparent that the hurt is still so very fresh. But why look for Preston? What kind of closure will he get by confronting him? 

 

" Looking for Preston won't give you closure. They are living their best life happily with one another while you're still out here dwelling and trying to get revenge..." I saw tears well up into his eyes. 

 

" I loved those kids like my own. I helped take care of them when Preston could not."

 

" I did too" I whispered shakily. His stare dug into mine so deeply. For some reason it gave me butterflies. The emotions living within him burned like fire into his eyes. I can feel his passion through his voice, through his expressions. It made me weak. So weak in the knees knowing the strong genuine love he could have felt for those kids, and for Kiera. 

 

" How dare them betray me like that? She once asked me to watch the kids because of work related issues. Turned out she was out fucking him instead" He then let out a short, sarcastic chuckle. 

 

"Imagine that. I was babysitting her kids so that they could fuck each others brains out." The sarcasm in his voice was so raw. 

 

I felt tears form into my eyes. The reminder of reality started to hit me like a ton of bricks once more. As strong as I've tried to be this past month, I'm really still hurting inside. 

 

" I'm sorry. I really need to go..." he turned around to leave, and my lips trembled before calling out his name."

 

"Mmmichael..." 

 

He got to the door of his car, and opened it. 

 

" I'm sorry that happened to you..." I whispered shakily. 

 

Once again, his tender, sad eyes bore into mine which caused the butterflies to swarm once again inside my stomach. It felt like an immediate connection between us. Like we've known each other a lifetime. 

 

" I'm sorry it happened to you too."

 

He didn't say much after that. Next thing you know, he was already driving off. I simply stood there numb, and emotionless. Michael reminded me of the pain that I was so desperately trying to push way down deep at the depths of me. Hearing the pain in his voice, the things that he said, tugged at my heart strings. I felt a tear start to roll freely down my cheek. Who am I kidding? I'm definitely still grieving this somehow. Michael seems so kind. Even though he comes off a bit stand offish, I feel like he's probably an incredible person. I could tell by just staring at his eyes.. We both definitely didn't deserve to be deceived this way. It's not fair that they played with our hearts. Part of me wished them the worst karma, but at the same time, I rather not miss out on my blessings.  Preston, and Kiera will get what they deserve, regardless. I'm a true believer of that. 

 

I met up with my friends for brunch at our favorite restaurant called Tallula Bistro. They have the best chicken n waffles, and mimosas are endless until 3pm. Although I was enjoying my time with the girls, my mind still was on Michael. I couldn't even focus on my friends or our outing . I wasn't engaging much on our conversations, because I was completely distracted by what happened earlier. His presence was just too strong to shake off, and I could not stop thinking about what he said to me. Part of me just couldn't understand why Michael thought Preston would even be at my house. At the same time, he probably isn't thinking clearly and is just trying to find answers.  I didn't need to find the answers anymore though. Yes, I am still hurt, but I'm making my peace with what happened. Once I was aware of Preston's infidelity, that was a wrap for me. I couldn't care less about closure. I wanted him out of my life for good, Because you know why? I deserve better. 

 

"Indy? Indy?!"

 

Called out my chinky eyed best friend Thao, trying to get my attention. I looked up to meet her stare like a deer caught in a headlight. I was so far gone with my thoughts. 

 

" Are you ok? You've been picking at your waffles quietly for like 20 minutes now. " you good?"

 

I bit my lip, and grabbed my mimosa to take a sip. Everyone else in the group continued to talk. Thao was the only one who acknowledged my silence, because she is the one who knows me the best. We've been best friends since elementary school. She, and her family fled Vietnam as refugees when only a young child before coming to the states. She walked into class as a new student one day not knowing a Spick of English. We somehow hit it off, and became so very close. I protected Thao from others who tried to bully, and be mean all because she was from another country. I'd be damned if I let anyone mess with her! We've been inseparable ever since. 

 

" I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind" 

 

" What's going on? You want to talk about it?"

 

I sighed, and paused briefly before responding. 

 

" Something weird happened before leaving the house, Tee?"

 

Her small  brown eyes suddenly grew wide with curiosity. 

 

" Oh? Like??" She asked while flipping her short black hair. 

 

I looked down at my drink, and fumbled with the straw.

 

"Kiera's ex came to my house asking for Preston..." I slowly looked back up to catch her reaction. 

 

" Wait, what?"

 

" I know!" I whispered. 

 

" why?"

 

" I.... I don't know. I guess he wanted to confront him or something. "

 

" Do you think he's just finding out?"

 

" I don't know. Preston moved out a month ago. I assume he went to go live with Kiera. I'm sure he had to find out the same time I did. "

 

" Why would he be looking for Preston at your house? Why not try to find him at that bitch house instead?"  I shrugged while taking a sip of my drink.

 

" Maybe they moved? Shit, I don't know. I'm surprised he hasn't tried the studio. I'm sure Kiera has told him about the studio when they were together."

 

" Did you tell him to find him there?"

 

" Nno " I hesitated. "I don't know what Michael's intentions are, so I didn't think it be a good idea to disclose that information." I added. 

 

Her expressions quickly clouded with disappointment.

 

" So, you're protecting that piece of shit?"

 

I quickly shook my head from side to side, and stared down at the table, shamefully. 

 

"Nnno"

 

" Well, what did he say?" She continued. 

 

I sighed.

 

" He didn't really say much. He seemed so lost and emotionless. The poor guy looked pretty distraught, Tee. His eyes carried so much sadness.. Like, I can't even explain it. It really disrupted my spirit some how"

 

" Oh my..Do you think he wants to hurt Preston?"

 

" I don't know. I didn't get that vibe from him. I just saw a lost, and hurt soul trying to find closure."

 

" Preston is a piece of shit, and so is Kiera. I don't blame him if he wants to kick his ass. I'm all for it , honestly. You should have told him to find him at the studio."

 

" What are you whores talking about ?" Asked our other friend Ashley, interrupting our conversation in mid air. 

 

We call eachother that playfully. 

 

Thao, and I stared at our friends bug eyed.

 

" Nothing?" I answered hesitantly. 

 

" Oh, nope! Spill it!" Demanded the other friend,Giselle."

 

" Some guy showed up to her house today looking for Preston" answered Thao.

 

All the girls just stared and all responded the same in unison. 

 

"What??!"

 

I rolled my eyes at Thao.

 

" No, it wasn't just any guy. It was Kiera's ex."

 

" What??" Exclaimed Giselle.

 

" Yeah, why would he be looking for Preston? Is he going to kick his ass? Cause he deserves it!" Said Ashley. 

 

" See? That's what I said!" Added Thao

 

We all chuckled.

 

I slowly bit my lip before taking a sip of my drink as I began to remember Michael's sweet face. He didn't really seem like the violent type.

 

" No.... I don't think he wants to fight Preston or hurt him for that matter. I just think he's really hurt and wants answers. He looked so sad. He really loved kiera and the kids."

 

All the girls grew quiet for a brief moment, as they stared back compassionately. A few awes echoed around the table from them. 

 

" You know what, Indya?" Said Giselle.

 

" I've actually seen him once at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store with Kiera when they were dating. Before this whole bullshit came to light. I remember thinking how cute he was. I'm sorry to say this but, he looks much better than Preston."

 

I felt my cheeks immediately grow hot. She is absolutely right about that. 

 

"Oh, don't worry. I am not offended. " I assured. 

 

" Whattttt???? You left out that little detail about him missy!" Teased Thao. 

 

I bit my straw nervously, as I continued to blush. 

 

" Yeah, well, he is really cute. He's got the most kindest eyes I've ever seen." I admitted, dreamingly. 

 

All the girls around me smiled, and giggled at my response. 

 

" WOW looks like someone has a little crush" teased Ashley. 

 

I sucked my teeth, playfully.

 

" Girl, I don't even know him."

 

"So??" 

 

" Ashley, hell no. That is my ex boyfriend girlfriend's ex. WOW, did that even just make sense?" I felt like I confused myself with that sentence. 

 

" Y'all should go on a date" chimed in Thao.

 

All the girls agreed, and I couldn't help but laugh. I'm not going to lie. The thought of it made me blush, profusely.  I'm sure my caramel complected skin tone is now redder than a tomato.

 

" I don't even have his number. Hell, I probably will never see him again."

 

" Uhhh, find him on Facebook, duh!" Suggested Giselle.

 

" Yeah, or instagram. You can find anyone on social media these days." Added Thao.

 

I shook my head from side to side, and laughed.

 

" I am NOT looking him up on Facebook, and come off like a stalker. Yall are crazy!"

 

" What? It is 2024 babe. Women be shooting their shots now a days. Here, I'll look him up for you. " said Ashley. 

 

" No! I'm good Ashley!"

 

" What if you do see him again, do you think you would go out on a date with him if he asked? " asked Thao. 

 

I thought about it quickly. There was something about his aura that did leave me intrigued. The way he spoke about the kids. The passion in his tone. I can tell he loves hard, and I really like that. It's beautiful, and rare.

 

" No. I mean, I don't know. I'm not really ready to date yet.. Plus, it would be weird. "

 

" You guys could help one another heal in more ways than one if you know what I mean" teased Giselle as she gave me a raunchy wink. 

 

I made a playful disgusted facial expression. 

 

" Found him!" Said Ashley. My eyes bulged slowly. Ashley always has a way of finding people with little to no information. We always say she should work as a detective. " At least I think I did?"

 

" Let me see." Said Giselle. " Yep, that's him!!" She assured. 

 

" Oh, he is fine as fuck!" She said while bitting her lip. " Cute is not a sufficient enough way to describe him."

 

" Let me see!" Said Thao enthusiastically .

 

" Ashley you better not say anything to him." I begged. 

 

" I am not! Chill girl." She laughed. 

 

The girls all agreed how good looking he truly was.

 

" Let me see...." I finally asked. The phone was then passed to me, and my heart immediately galloped at the site of him. The profile was set to private with the name Michael Jackson. All we could see was his profile picture on Facebook. It was a black and white photo that only showed one side of his face while looking away. Even though it wasn't much to see, he still looked breathtaking. After realizing I was staring at the photo for too long, I came back to reality, and handed Ashley the phone. 

 

 

 

" I'd say if the chance arises, take it"  encouraged Ashley. . " I think that would be the sweetest revenge, and honestly, Giselle is on to something. Imagine sleeping with the man who dated your exes girlfriend, and he gets to sleep with her now boyfriend's ex? I am sure they will not like that at all. Hell, I've done it before, and it was one of the best  sexual experiences I've ever had In my life. We took each other's hurt out on each other. It was passionate, intense, and completely mind blowing. Ugh, I'm getting horny just remembering it. "

 

I swallowed hard at Ashley's steamy confession. It all sounded so tempting and tantalizing. Steamy thoughts of Michael started to over cloud my mind, and the idea of sleeping with him out of revenge, didn't sound bad at all. If only it was actually a possibility. I'd fuck Michael in ways I never fucked Preston. Hell, I'll fuck him better than Kiera ever did. Oh my gosh no. Snap out of it Indya. This is all so crazy. I must gather myself, and get it together. It's all a fantasy in my head right now, because being with Michael will never happen. I'm never going to see him again anyway. 

 

I spent the rest of the evening with the girls. We finished brunch then did a little shopping. Thao has been my bestest friend since elementary school, and Ashley, and Giselle came after once we all went to the same high school together . The four of us bonded through twilight books in the book club at school, and have been inseparable ever since. Ashley is the crazy, and outgoing blonde babe that always has a story for everything. It's true what they say about blondes; they definitely have more fun. Meanwhile, Giselle is the harsh, and honest red headed spicy Latina friend that always keeps us all grounded, and on our toes. She is also the most nurturing one of the bunch besides Thao. I'm the artistic one who is always writing, playing instruments or singing , and keeping to myself for the most part. We all bring out the very best in one another, somehow and I wouldn't trade my group of friends for anyone else. Once a month we try to get together for brunch and catch up while work keeps our lives so very busy on a daily basis. 

 

Before, getting in the car to leave and drive home, Ashley reminded us all of the little party she is throwing tomorrow at her apartment. 

 

" Be there at 8pm! And don't forget to bring wine!" She reminded us. 

 

Ashley finally moved into her own apartment, after being stuck with awful roommates who made it almost impossible to live with. They were super filthy, loud and always using stuff she bought like toiletries. Not to mention they'd eat her food without asking. This was definitely something worth celebrating after all she's endured for almost a year. Ashley moved about a week after my break up with Preston but we were all too busy with life and work to even get together to celebrate.

 

" I will be there with the wine, babe!" I responded while getting into my car.

 

The ride home was a quiet one, as I let my thoughts consume me. Thoughts of Michael. Thoughts of what Ashley said about having an affair with him to get back at Preston. 80s Music is usually blaring through my speakers, but not right now. I'm kind of enjoying the silence. The sun was setting, and the clear skies were a mix of vibrant colors like orange and yellow. I felt a smile creep along my lips, as I took in its beauty. Mother Nature is a beautiful thing, and we often take her for granted. We as humans take lots of things for granted; especially love. Sometimes we are so blinded by what we think is greener on the other side. Preston had something good with me. I was a good woman to him, but he took me for granted. And I can only hope he'll regret it one day. Although it's been a month, part of me is still angry with him. Only because I suppressed so much of my feelings deep down inside. I don't want to feel like I'm weak, because that's how I was raised. " we don't cry over spilled milk" My mom always says. That's why when Ashley brought up having sex with Michael to get back at Preston and Kiera, enticed me so much. Like, I can't even get the idea out of my head. What if I do reach out to him on Facebook? Would he think I'm a creep? Would he even agree to do such a thing with me? Ughhhh Indya what are you doing girl? Snap out of it. It's just a daydream. Nothing more, and nothing less. I will not go on face book, and look him up. That is honestly a ridiculous idea, and I will not sink so low. 

 

I pulled up to my neighborhood, and was a few blocks away from my house. My tiny house that means the world to me. It's not much, but I worked super hard to get it. It's my freaking house, and no one can take that away from me. My neighborhood is quiet, and small. The neighbors all know each other, and are all warm and welcoming . I've been living here for almost two years now. I was actually born, and raised in California , but decided to follow a career path here in North Carolina with my mom after graduating my first two years of college for vet tech. Me and my mom are very much close after dad died from liver failure. He didn't even drink alcohol, but still had cirrhosis to the liver. I was so young when he passed, and didn't understand. All I knew was that Life hasn't been the same since he left. The void of his presence, is felt everyday . I loved my father so so much. He was my hero. He was everything I'd hope I could find in a man for myself, and more. He treated my mom like such a queen every day until he had no more breath left in him. Mom and I always make sure we stick together no matter where life takes us. Even though we do live in separate houses. Yes, moving to this state is a major change in scenery, but I honestly love it here. It's so beautiful. In fall, the trees turn a gorgeous shade of different brown tones, and it snows in the winter. The people here are so kind, and traffic isn't as bad as it is at back home. It's such an aesthetic. 

 

While getting closer to my house, my thoughts immediately got interrupted as I saw a car parked in front of my house. 

 

" What the fu.."

 

As I got closer, I realized it was the same white bmw that was parked there earlier. It's Michael's car. My eyes widened, and I felt my heart begin to race. What is he doing here again?! What does he want?! I know he's not parked there waiting on Preston to come here. Is he trying to spy from my front yard? My breathing quickened, as I quickly got out of my car. Michael slowly got out as I made my way over to him. My demeanor definitely wasn't a friendly one this time around. I was actually annoyed and concerned. I could tell he knew I wasn't happy as he nervously ran his fingers through his curls. 

 

" What are you doing here? And why are you parked in front of my house?"

 

He went to say something, but I immediately interrupted.

 

" I told you Preston does not live here! You will not find him here! I kicked his ass out a month ago. I have no reason to lie about that."

 

Still not letting him speak, I continued with a threatening tone.

 

" Do I need to call the police?!"

 

He quickly put his hands up defensively.

 

" No, please don't." His voice was so soft, and gentle. I released a sigh, while pressing my lips together. I watched him hesitate with his words for a brief moment.

 

" I didn't come for Preston. I actually just got here hoping you were back from where ever you were."

 

My eye brows knitted down in confusion. 

 

" What do you mean? Why??" I asked defensively. 

 

He gave an intense stare that all of a sudden consumed my whole being. His beautiful brown eyes once again penetrated my soul in ways I can't even explain. They told such a story. 

 

" I was hoping to speak with you again. "

 

"Me? Why?" I asked hesitantly while cornering my eyes at him. At the same time, I felt the butterflies starting to ignite again. 

 

" Look, you get how I feel. " his voice cracked. 

 

" We've both been through the same hurt from our exes. I just have some questions. I need some answers. I just need someone to talk to who understands my pain and agony ." I was caught in a trance by his trembling voice, the desperation in his stare. My defensiveness began to deteriorate as I watched him break right before me. 

 

" Please" he begged in almost a whisper. 

 

" I just need a few minutes of your time. And I won't bother you anymore.... I promise"

 

My lips slightly parted, as I felt shocked that he's even here; For what he was requesting. Especially after what me and my friends just talked about over brunch. I really didn't think I'd see him again. At least not this soon. What answers does he think he could get from me? For some reason, I trusted his demeanor. My heart really went out to him. His gentle, kind eyes brought me an unthinkable type of peace. 

 

A warm smile slowly peeked at the corner of my mouth, and I could already see a sense of relief descend from his facial expressions. 

 

" ok.... come on. Let's go inside." 

 

 

To be continued....

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I nervously unlocked the door, and walked inside. Michael hesitantly followed behind me. Butterflies were swarming aggressively inside my belly with being in his presence once again. Even though I was being defensive at first, knowing that he came back to speak with me instead, had me a tad bit excited. Ok, I'll be honest. I'm very much excited.

I sat my purse, and keys down on my brown coffee table in the living room, and looked back to see Michael closing the door behind him, then gazing at me deeply from afar. It seemed as though he was scared to move from my door way. I couldn't help but to flash him a warm smile.

" make yourself at home. Have a seat." I say invitingly through soft giggles.

He tucked his hands into the pocket of his black leather jacket, and slowly walked over to the couch. I couldn't help but to notice even more how handsome this man really was.

" Do you want a beer?" I offered while throwing my wild puffy curls into a bun. The moisturizer I put in my hair earlier was starting to wear off and the puffiness was starting try to take over as usual.

" Yeah, sure. I'll take one." He said while sitting down on my comfy tanned colored love seat.

" I don't usually drink beer but my ex left these here from a month ago." I admitted. While opening the fridge and grabbing two beers.

" I bought them for him, and I refuse to let them go to waste."

I can see Michael make a disgruntled face at me when I said that.

" by ex you mean Preston?" He asked in a serious tone.

I was walking over to him with the beer in my hands, but quickly stopped when I heard the hesitation in his voice. Michael hates Preston. Why would he want one of his beers? Ugh, good job Indya.

" Oh, I'm sorry. If you don't want the beer, I can offer something else if you'd like?"

And thats when it happened. He smiled, showing off those perfectly white pearly teeth, as he released the most sexiest laugh I've ever heard. I found myself caught in a trance, briefly. His smile could definitely light up a room.

" No, don't be silly. It's all good." Ugh, his voice is so sweet, and soothing.

" Are you sure?" I say in almost a whine and he laughed at my expression. The way he's staring at me while flashing that million dollar smile, is doing something to my heart right now.

"Yes. "

I continued to make my way over to him with the beers, and his eyes would not stop following my every move. I don't get intimidated easily, but his eyes intimidate me in the best way.

" So, I didn't  get your name.." he says as I hand him a beer. He thanked me politely, and I smiled.

" It's Indya."

" India like the...."

" like the country, yes " I interrupted while sitting down next to him on the love seat.

" and instead of an I at the end, there's a Y." Mom decided to be extra, by giving me a very unique name."

We suddenly locked eyes, and smiled at eachother. The only light that lit up the inside of my home was coming from the kitchen. The soft dimmed atmosphere in my living room only set the tone even more so deeply. Why does his stare have such an effect on me like this? It's almost as though his eyes speaks to my soul without having to move his lips. It's kind of wild, really. They are a beautiful deep brown, like rich mahogany holding stories so untold.

" It's a beautiful name. I really like it." He complimented in a sweet, soft tone of voice. I felt myself blush at his compliment, and looked down At my beer bottle. My heart could not handle being literally devoured by his stare any longer. It was too much to handle and I can't believe I'm admitting that. Nothing is ever too much for me to handle. I then heard him crack open his beer.

" May I?" He asked while reaching for my bottle. I looked up at him dumbfounded for a brief moment until I realized that he wanted to open it for me. I shook my head, trying to get myself out of the trance I'm in, and giggled lightly.

" oh, yeah....Thanks."

He smiled once again, as he cracked open my beer. At this point, I don't know what I like more. His smile or how much of a gentleman he is.
Michael handed me the beer, and somehow our fingers fleetingly touched when I grabbed it. This sensation immediately took over my body. It was like an instant shock that ran through my veins and I can tell he felt it too because our eyes met again, immediately. The two of us knew it took place which heightened the intrigue. How can a simple touch make you feel like you've connected or have known a person your whole life? A sense of comfort took over my whole being. Even though this was a whole stranger in my house, I felt safe with him here.

I broke the stare, and took a sip of my beer. Michael did too as an awkward silence hung in the air for a brief moment.

" I'm sorry I scared you". Michael apologized.

" What? Oh no. I wasn't scared.

" You almost called the police on me." He teased. I laughed.

" I mean, yeah. I Just thought you didn't believe me when I said Preston didn't live here anymore. I really thought you were stalking the outside of my house waiting for him."

His stare suddenly grew serious.

" You know? It took me a lot of courage to come here the first time. And even more so now."

I swallowed my beer, and slowly crossed my legs. I stared at him attentively as he spoke. He leaned his body forward resting his elbows on the knees.

" How do you do it, Indya?"

My heart skipped a beat hearing my name roll out of his tongue so sweetly.

"Do what?" I respond with my brows furrowed.

He turned his head to face me, and the sadness I saw earlier, was there embedded in his eyes again.

" Act like you're ok. Like none of this bothers you?"

I smiled warmly, and shrugged.

" who says it doesn't bother me?"

" You're right. Pardon me for assuming. That was rude, and insensitive of me."

" No, it's ok Michael. I know what you meant by your question. " I assured through soft giggles. His politeness is absolutely charming.

"Look, Preston's infidelity definitely bothers me. Finding out about it, hurt me a lot. Like every other broken hearted person, I'm grieving every day in my own way. However, I don't let grief consume me. It's been a month of healing, and I'm making my peace with it. I refuse to sit here and drown myself in sorrow while he's living his life happily with someone else. I know in my heart, that I was good to him. I have zero regrets about anything. He's the one that messed up for being selfish. For only thinking about his needs, and not how he was using me. I was always good enough. It was HE that wasn't good enough for ME. My worth is top tier, and there is nothing he can say or do that will make me feel or believe otherwise. "

I took another huge gulp of my beer while Michael just stared at me blankly. I'm sure so much was going through his head this very moment.

"That's truly amazing. I wish I was as optimistic as you. " He said sadly in almost a whisper.

" Because I'm still angry. There is so much I didn't get to say to Kiera. So much I didn't say to Preston. I think about it every day. Which is what impulsed me to come today. I've been thinking about coming here for days. I knew he lived here because I've been at this house before with Kiera to pick up the kids. In all honesty, I didn't think you'd be the one to open the door. I was so prepared to have Preston face to face and telling him all the things I've played out in my head over and over. "

The more Michael spoke, the more his voice cracked with anger.

" I think what pisses me off the most is how he smiled, and played in my face the whole time. All the times he thanked me for being good to his kids. Those fake smiles and handshakes as though he respected me. All along just to be clapping cheeks with my girl. She wasn't any better either. We didn't have to date. I didn't have to play step daddy to her kids. I was a free, and single man living life to the fullest. But she pulled me into her chaotic life like a magnet, and for the first time in my life I felt needed. Like I had purpose. Unlike you, I don't feel like I was good enough. I had to have done something wrong to make her crawl back into Preston's arms."

I quickly shook my head no.

" You didn't Michael. She was just as selfish as Preston. They aren't very good human beings. If anything, she didn't deserve YOU. Preston and Kiera both deserve each other."

Michael stared off into space, and I can see he was trailing off with his words.

" I feel so played. Like a complete idiot." He continued.

" I know this may sound dumb, Indya, but I loved them. Kiera, the kids. They were my little family. I would have done anything for them."

I felt my heart break slowly for him. Hearing him speak like this about them, really made me melt. It's so beautiful that the love he felt for them was so ginuwine. It almost made me envy Kiera. Why couldn't it have been me to meet someone like Michael sooner? Instead I end up with a piece of shit person like Preston.

" No, it does not sound dumb at all." I assured comfortingly with a smile.

" I think it's so beautiful. I loved Preston, and the kids too. But unfortunately, that chapter was just meant to be closed. It was all a lie, And although it hurts, and we may not get the closure we so desperately want, life has to continue. It's no use in dwelling on..."

Michaels stare grew intense and pensive.

" Can I ask you something?" He asked.

" Yes, of course.."

" when did you find out this was going on with them?".  I Took a nice chug of my beer and swallowed hard. The thought of how that morning played out, is making me mad all over again.

" A month ago. I saw a text on his phone."

Michael then let out a brief chuckle while nodding his head.

"Let me guess. The one where she told him that he needed to tell you about us?"

My eyes bulged a little with surprise.

" You saw that text too?"

He sighed before taking a huge gulp of his beer.

" She actually sent that text to me on accident. She meant to send it to Preston. I had already read the message before she realized it was sent to the wrong person."

I placed my hands over my mouth in shock.

" Yeah. She thought the message had gotten deleted in time. Kiera denied it was ever sent to me. She accused me of going through her phone, and told me to leave the house."

" No..." I whispered. " That's just so unreal."

" unreal is not even the word. More like bewildering, flabbergasting. After all I've done for her and the kids, she still played me like I was stupid. At least have the decency to be honest, and owning up to what was done. Because whether I went through her phone or not, it didn't give Kiera the right to cheat on me."

" I'm sorry. "I whispered again.

He shrugged.

" Sorry? For what? For being deceived just like I was? Pshhh. Just like you said, we deserved better than the outcome received.

My eyes trailed down to his hands as I watched it grip the beer bottle. His fingertips grasped it so firmly, while he squeezed.

" I'm so angry" he continued.

" but, I am more so angrier with Kiera than anything else. I expected better from her.

" Then why did you come here looking for Preston?" I asked.

" What were you really looking for?"

His brown eyes became glossy, and his posture remained still. Once again, I found myself get lost in the emotions his stare bestowed.

" I don't know. Maybe if I'd spoken to him, I would get some sort of closure since I did not get it from her. She didn't give me any answers. I know what I've read in that text, but for a brief moment she made me feel like maybe I made it all up in my head. Maybe I really was the problem. That's how she made me feel. Like, everything that happened was my fault. Part of me needed confirmation from him that they did have the affair even though all the signs pointed to yes. Especially with her behavior once the shit hit the fan. I was being delusional, I guess."

He paused for a moment, and hesitated with his words briefly. He swallowed hard, and i continued to attentively listen to him. I was absorbing each word that came out of his beautiful lips like a sponge. There is nothing I wanted more than to just grab his hand, and comfort him.

" After coming here earlier, and knowing who you were, and that you've lived through the same thing I have.... I decided to come back and speak with you instead. Maybe get some sort of clarity of what really went on. I'm tired of letting this shit overcloud  my thinking every single day. I want to move on so badly, but the anger I feel makes it almost impossible..."

I couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking about it anymore, I placed my beer on the coffee table and held on to his hand. Again, I felt that electric shock from the simple contact of his fingertips against my own. I've never experienced that before . His hand was so warm, and silky soft like rose petals. He looked down at our entangled hands, then slowly looked back up. His stare grew so tender as he looked me deeply in the eyes. Suddenly, I felt him squeeze my hand lightly and my heart skipped a beat. The butterflies began swarming in my stomach once again. I can't even put into words how I felt. I Just know we were connecting on a whole different level, and it was beyond me and him. I squeezed his hand back, and swallowed hard before speaking.

" look, I'm glad you came, Michael. You seem like a legitimately good person, and man. Neither one of us deserved what happened. The only thing we did wrong was love the wrong person. Kiera was definitely gaslighting you, and that was not ok. Unfortunately, they did cheat on us for a very long time, Michael. Probably throughout the whole relationship.The world is filled with really bad people, and there are moments in life where we will come across them from time to time. For what? I don't know. Maybe for a stupid lesson. I know all of this hurts. Trust me, I have my days where I'm hurting too, but you deserve to be free of this pain, and live a happy life.... Whether we get closure from them or not...."

His eyes became glossy, and so did mine. Because damn, all of this was hitting home. It's so sad that a good man like him, was completely destroyed by complete selfishness. You can tell he's such a bright light in a world filled with darkness. No bitch should ever dim his light, ever! He's definitely a diamond in the rough, and a one of a kind soul. I feel it in his touch, in his stare. I'm already so captured by his intoxicating aura.

" I just don't know how to do that..." he said sadly.

" do what?"

" Move on and be happy..."

I squeezed his hand once more, and smiled.

" it's going to take time, but you will get there. No one really knows where grief will take them. Be patient and give yourself grace. Just don't give up on yourself. Most importantly, stop blaming yourself for what happened, because it had nothing to do with you.. it really could have been anyone, because those two individuals are shitty ass people. We deserve so much better. Kiera, and Preston did not deserve us, because we are just too good. We definitely dodged a bullet."

He gave my hand a last squeeze before releasing it from his grip. A smile slowly crept from the corner of his mouth.

" You are right, Indya. You are absolutely right. Thank you."

I smiled  " you don't have to thank me...."

His stare devoured me once again, and I felt myself helplessly melt.

" Yes I do. You didn't have to speak with me, let alone, let me into your home. I appreciate your kindness, Indya..."

Ughhh, hearing my name come out his lips like that, sends shivers down my spine. Why is he making me feel this way? His voice is so sweet, and smooth. It comforts me in ways I can't even explain.

Before I could say anything, Michael stood up.

" I should go. I've already taken enough of your time."

Go? I don't want him to go...

Quickly waking up from my daze, I stood up too.

" No, you are totally fine, I promise. You don't have to go...." Oh GOD did I just say that? I hope he didn't catch the enthusiasm in my voice.

Michael smiled, and giggled lightly.

" I appreciate that. You are really sweet.But I should really get going."

I blushed profusely at him calling me sweet. I walked him to the door and suddenly had a thought come over me. My friend is having a house warming party tomorrow, and I would love it if he came. I've got to see him again. Plus, with everything going on, he could use a distraction.

" Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?" I suddenly asked him a bit hesitantly.

He quickly turned to face me while lowering an eyebrow. He looked a bit shocked from my question.

" I'm actually off work tomorrow because I'm doing a favor for a buddy of mine during the day, but nothing at night? Why?"

" Soooo, " I started to say while twirling a piece of curl with my finger that hung on the side of my face..

"A friend of mine is having a house warming party at her place tomorrow night. It's going to be a ton of fun. There will be a lot of food, music and drinks. I figured you could use some fun in your life. Wanna come?" I smiled invitingly hoping he'd say yes.

He hesitantly ran his fingers through his hair.

" A house warming party seems a little personal. Are you sure it would be ok if I came since your friends don't know me?"

" What?? Hell yes. Besides, I know you. Sorta..."

He chuckled. Ughhhh I love hearing his laugh.

"My friends are super down to earth and I'm sure they will love you. Plus, I'd love it if you came." I admitted while batting my eyes at him. He smiled so sweetly at me, and I could tell he was blushing.

" You would?"

" Yes, I would. Here, matter of fact, give me your number. I'll text you the address. It's no pressure if you decide not to go, but if you do, you'll know where the party will be at"

I took my phone out of my pocket, and he gave me his phone number. I then texted him the address. I mainly did that because I wanted to have his number and for him to have mine so badly. I didn't want tonight to be the last night we spoke with eachother.

" Will I see you there?" I asked with hopeful eyes.

He stared a me quietly for a brief moment, and his intense stare only caused me to blush profusely once again.

" We will see.... Thanks again for the beer... and for talking with me. You don't know how much you've helped me tonight."

I smiled widely, while giving him a deep, engaging stare.  I found myself biting down at my lower lip. His eyes broke the stare as it slowly trailed down to my mouth, then quickly met my eyes again.

" No worries, I'm glad I could be of some kind of help. I'd do it again..."

I can tell my boldness was taking him by surprise. I'm very bold and confident when someone gets my attention.

" Have a goodnight, Indya....."

" goodnight" I whispered feeling weak by him saying my name.

I watched him walk away towards his car, and he looked back and smiled at me before getting into the car. I smiled back, and did a quick wave.

I closed the door behind me, and quickly rested my back on the door. I took in a deep breath and slowly released it. What just happened? My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty. Oh my lord what is this?? I've got all these feelings and emotions running through me. The thought of seeing Michael again tomorrow fills me up with so many butterflies and excitement. I have to tell my girlfriends that he may come and to please not embarrass me, cause trust me, they will! I ran to my room, and looked through my closet. I have to wear the cutest outfit tomorrow, and look my best. I'm not sure what's come over me, but Michael sparked an interest in me that I can't quite explain. It's a feeling that hasn't been woken Up in me in so long. Not even with Preston. I'm so excited to spend more time with him, and I really hope he does come to the party. I think what is drawing me to him like this, is because we both share and relate to something so sacred and deep.

Heart break in the hands of two people who were supposed to love and protect us.

The Deception, and deceit we both endured.

We understand one another, and connected tonight in a way I haven't connected with anyone else before. Michael was vulnerable without barely knowing me. That says a lot. I know this might sound corny, but it was magical. I can't help that I'm a hopeless romantic at heart.

Tonight, I saw a kind man with so much love to give, who is broken and battered. I don't know, but he makes me want to bring a little light into his life.

To be continued....

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THE NEXT DAY*

" So, is he actually going to come Indy??"

Asked Thao curiously through speaker phone, as I got ready for the party. I'm so excited, yet nervous. Why am I nervous? I don't ever get nervous!  This is coming from a girl who performs in front of a Crowd all the time at the poetry club, and never get jitters. The thought of seeing Michael tonight, is giving me jitters beyond this planet!

" I really hope so, Tee. "  with an almost desperate hope lingering in my voice.

I told Thao everything that happened last night with Michael. Well, I've actually told  all the girls in our group chat about it . They promised not to embarrass me if he does shows up, and of course they were all excited about the possibilities of meeting him. My friends can be savages. Of course Ashley brought up the idea of me and Michael having an affair in exchange of sweet revenge against our exes again. She was so adamant about such scheme. All the girls think it would be a great way to get back at Preston and Kiera. But how do you bring up such unsuitable topic to someone? Especially someone you barely even know. I'm not even sure if Michael fancies me like that anyway. Plus, he seems so respectful. Then again, they do say that the quiet ones are the most freakiest. Maybe I'll scare him away if I brought it up. Honestly, as tempting as it all sounds, I think I'd just enjoy his presence tonight like normal individuals. Get to know him a little better. I really want to get to know him better. Michael intrigues my senses so much. His smile, his laugh, the way he holds his gaze into mine with so much mystery that I find surprisingly charming . And the best one yet, how he says my name which flows out smoothly like butter making it music to my ears. Ughhh, I'm just craving more of his presence for some odd reason

" I hope he shows up. It would definitely make the night more interesting". Thao says  in a teasing manner interrupting my thoughts.  I giggle, while starting to apply make up on my face.

" oh really? Why do you say that?" I smirk.

" Well, for starters, you like him. That in itself will make the night super interesting since I know how you behave when you like someone."

I gasp.

" and how exactly do I behave?"

" like a flirtatious damsel in distress. It's actually pretty funny" she chuckled under her breath.

I laugh again. "What makes you think I like him, tee?"

" The way you gush about him, duhhhh!!!. It's totally obvious ..... and Honestly, if he really is as nice as you say he is, I don't see how we all won't enjoy his company and have fun. Plus, it will be really entertaining to see how you guys will interact."

" I'm actually a little nervous..." I softly admit, and Thao gasped in disbelief.

" You??nervous???? No way! I've never known you to be nervous, especially over a guy. "

I blush, while biting my lower lip.

" I don't know what's come over me. Michael is just...... different. He's so polite, and such a gentleman. His eyes.... His eyes, Tee. I've never seen anything like them. They are so deep, and captivating. It's like, he speaks to me through his eyes, and I get so lost in them. And he's chivalrous! He offered to open up my beer for me last night. I've never had a guy offer to open up my beer before." I say through a silly dreamingly sigh.

The phone goes suddenly quiet. For a moment I thought Thaos phone died or I lost connection, and the phone got disconnected. Before picking up the phone to make sure, I head static as though Thao rubbed her hand on the speaker.

" uh oh..." she says in a worried tone.

" what?"

"I've never heard you talk like this about anyone before, Indy. Not even Preston. This is unlike you to lose your head over a guy."

" I know..." I whined.

" Please don't tell the other girls. Let this stay between us. I don't want them making it a big deal, ok?." I practically begged.

" I mean, it kinda is..." she replied.

" I don't want you getting hurt again."she added.

I cracked a short smile feeling the warmth of my befriend's compassion over me.

" I won't, Tee. I'm going to be really careful this time. He's been hurt as well. The last thing I want is for any of this to be rushed. "

"Can I suggest something though Indy?"

" sure..."

I know everyone is trying to influence you into practically being fuck friends with Michael. Just be careful. I know you better than the other girls. We've been tight since we were technically babies. I know how much of a hopeless romantic you can be. Michael sounds like the type of man you would describe when we'd talk about the man of our dreams growing up as kids"

I smiled widely. She remembers. I have always been a hopeless romantic, and dreamed of my perfect Prince Charming ever since I was a little girl. Me and Thao would have sleep overs and stay up all night talking about the "perfect" guy.

" You know I am over protective of you, and will always be honest."she cautioned.

" I know babe. That's why I love you so much, and that's why I confide in you with more things than Giselle and Ashley. I love them too, but you get me so much more."

" Yeah, I do, and you get me more as well..... and I can't wait to meet this Michael that's got my best friend high up on the clouds" we both laughed.

"but look, I better get going because you know I cannot multitask to save my life, and I have to finish getting ready. Todd will be picking me up soon."

Todd is her boyfriend of like 3 years. He's also Vietnamese and they met in college. This has been her longest relationship yet, and I'm happy she finally found someone worth while. We all love Todd.

" Oh, great! Todd got the night off to come. Sweet! It's going to be a good time then. Everyone's boyfriends will be there. I just hope I won't be the fifth wheel tonight."

" you wont. He will show up. You'll see." She encouraged trying to stay positive for her friend.

" I really do hope so. I'll see you later!"

We hung up the phone, and I continued to finish getting ready. I didn't want to do too much with my make up, so I did a simple cat eye look on my lids. I Let my golden brown curls fall down over my shoulders, and applied hair moisturizer to define my curls more. I decided to keep it casual tonight, and wore my ripped light blue jeans, and a loose fitted teal colored crop top with my teal and white Nike shoes. I grabbed my Carolina Herrera " good girl " perfume, and sprayed every where, including my hair. I'm very extra when it comes to things like this, because I'm all about the moment and making memories. When Michael smells this perfume else where, I want him to think of me.

I took one last glance in the mirror before heading out to make sure everything looked right. The butterflies were starting to form, and those jitters were getting the best of me again.

" Ugh, relax Indya. Tonight will be the best night of your life . You will see. " I grabbed my purse, bottle of wine, and keys then headed to the car.

Ashley only lives like 20 min away, but this drive felt like it was way longer than that. I played my favorite 80s music to help calm down the jitters, and it worked until thoughts of Michael began to invade my mind once more. What if he really does show up?? Then what? Ahhhhhhhh I am losing my mind a little bit. I finally pulled up to Ashley's house, but I didn't see Michael's car yet. It's ok. I rather get here before he does anyway. I stared at myself in the rear view mirror and noticed I didn't apply lip stick.

" Shit, I'm so damn nervous that I forgot to put some on."

I grabbed my purse and fumbled through my things until I found a light red matte lip gloss. I applied it, and checked my teeth to make sure there was no red color on them.

" Perfect! Let's get this party started."

I went inside, and everyone was there. Thao, Ashley, Giselle, and their boyfriends. Well, except Giselle's boyfriend . He barely shows up to any of our get togethers.

No one else was coming. It was just us. The table was set with so much food. Ashley always goes all out with food. There was fried chicken, sweet rolls, mashed potatoes, Green beans, sweet potatoes soufflé, a ham! Not to mention she had appetizers like cocktail shrimp, rotel dip, deviled eggs, and ham roll ups. Her apartment is very nice and spacious. I love that she has a porch in case I want to go outside for a little smoke session. Music was playing and everyone was already drinking wine. Me and the girls were finishing up setting the table for dinner.

" So, where is Michael?" Asked Ashley. I shrugged nonchalantly.

" I don't know. He may not even come..."

" He better show up and not be a sore loser like my boyfriend ." said Giselle,  grimacing.

" who would turn down such invitation from a girl like you?" She added.

I raised a brow in confusion.

"Where is James? Is he not coming?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes, and flipped her red hair to the side. " does he ever? Anyways, I don't even care. He can stay wherever he's at. I'm still going to have fun."

At least I won't be the fifth wheel if Michael decides not to show up, i thought. Although I feel like Giselle definitely deserves someone better than James. They always fight, and he never comes around. It's almost as though he thinks he's too good. I've always thought he was stuck up, and bougie.

" GIGI, you need to just dump James!" Exclaimed Ashley in annoyance." and Indy, you are so beautiful. Michael would be a dumb ass not to show up. You should text him." She urged suddenly while raising a brow, and smirking devilishly.

" I am not texting him, Ashley. That will make me look totally  desperate."

" I agree.." said Giselle " do NOT text him..."

I glanced at GIGI, relieved that someone else agrees.

" No it won't. Men love it when women show interest in us" chimed in Mateo who is Ashley's new love interest. He leaned in and gave her a kiss. I rolled my eyes cause who asked you, sir?

" see?" She teased. " men like being chased too .Text him!" She growled.

I shook my head. " No way. I already did my part by inviting him. If he doesn't show up, then oh well. "

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and I almost dropped a plate on the table from reflex. My eyes bulged and a sudden silence hung in the air as everyone's eyes focused on me.

I tried to swallow back the rock in my throat as I felt the nerves creeping up on me more as each second passed by.

"GIGI, are you sure James is not showing up?" I asked, nervously. My heart literally stopped knowing that it could indeed be Michael.

GIGI shrugged.

Ashley Smirked deviously. " You know damn well James is not going to show up. That must be your lover boy....." she teased, as her eye brows wiggled up and down.

" Girl what are you waiting for? Go open the door!" Encouraged Thao, enthusiasticly.

" want me to go open the door? Offered Giselle

I swallowed hard, and forced a brave smile on my lips. I didn't want anyone else to notice that I was nervous as hell.

" Nnno.... I'll get it." I hesitated.

The closer I got to the door, the more my heart began racing. I took in one last breath before opening the door.

And there he was....

It was really him, and he was looking more handsome than he did yesterday.

His head was lowered but immediately lifted it when I flung the door open.

" Hey.." he said sweetly as a big smile formed on his face.

I really could not believe he actually showed. For a moment I was dumbfounded.

" hope I'm not late." He said worriedly.

Yep, my heart definitely skipped.

I was caught in a trance by how handsome he looked. He had on ripped black jeans, a black t shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, and pectoral.  with the same leather jacket he had on yesterday in which added edge, and his loose curly hair was put back into a messy pony tail. I love a man that wears black. Some of his curls fell on to the sides of his caramel complected face. The whole  aesthetic is such a vibe. The man is so so sexy to me. Not to mention, I caught a whiff of his intoxicating cologne. Which gave me a little hope that he went to such measures just for me. He smelled Devine! I recognized the smell immediately; Chanel bleu. That's my favorite scent on a man, and definitely a panty snatcher.

" Yeah, hey , you made it!" I finally mustered to say. " and no. You are just in time for dinner." He smiled warmly.

" ok, great. Oh, and I know this is a house warming party so I got your friend a gift card to Home Depot. I wasn't sure what she needed, because obviously I don't know her ,but I didn't want to come empty handed."

I glanced down at the pink hallmark envelope he held in his hands, and slowly looked back up at him, tenderly with lowered brows.

" Aw Michael you didn't really have to do that. "

I'm enamored by this man's mannerisms. He's too good to be true. The gesture was super sweet. Who ever his mother or father is, I want to hug them. They raised him right!

" I know, but I was invited and it's only right to get a gift."

" well, thank you. " I slowly nod.

" No, it's my pleasure ....." the way he said that as his stare bore deeply into my eyes, caused my legs to shake a little .

" cccome on in." I stuttered a little. I've got to get myself together, stat!!! I should have drunk some wine.

He walked inside, and everyone was staring at us with anticipation and big smiles on their faces. We walked around and I introduced him to all my friends. I thought he'd be shy but he was very personable. He greeted my girlfriends with hugs, and all the guy's with handshakes. I was literally on cloud 9. This man is perfection in my eyes. I'm just so hypnotized by everything about him. The way he walks, the sound of his voice and laughter, the way he looks at me... what has come over me? I've never felt this way about anyone before and especially not this soon. I've only know this man for one day. ONE DAY! I need to chill.

Michael went over towards the guys because they invited him to play a game of spades while us ladies finished setting up the table for dinner.

" He's so sweet. He really didn't have to get me a gift." Said Ashley with endearment . I smiled dreamily.

" I know but he really wanted to..."

" He's already blending in so well with everyone. The guys seem to like him. Plus, he's fine as hell girl."she added.

" shhhhhh Lower your voice." I urged. While glancing over at Michael hoping he couldn't hear us.

" he's definitely fine as fuck, Indy. If you don't jump on him, I will." Threatened Giselle.

I rolled my eyes, and scoffed. " you have a boyfriend..."

" yeah, a shitty one." Murmured Ashley under her breath.

Giselle narrowed her eyes at Ashley.

" So? This is 2024. I can have two if I wanted to. Everyone is doing poly these days.. "

My eyes widened in shock and she laughed.

" what? I'm kidding. But forreal. He's handsome as hell. Kiera is dumb as shit for choosing bald headed ass Preston over Michael..."

I couldn't help but laugh, loudly while shaking my head.

" Gigi chill oh my GOD..."

" it's true. I don't even know what you saw in him..."

I looked up to catch Michael glancing over at me, unexpectedly. We suddenly locked eyes, and it seemed like time stood suddenly still. My heart skipped a beat and for a moment I forgot to even breathe. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

" yall would make a cute couple...." I jumped at the voice of my bestie Thao.

" damn girl why are you so jumpy?" She teased.

" you startled me..."

She raised a brow while looking over at Michael...

" Mhmm."

" I need a drink of wine or something because my nerves are getting the best of me." I say almost desperately.

" Indy relax...." she urged.

I grabbed a glass and poured some red wine into it.

" I can't.... I don't even recognize myself right now. Why am I so nervous?"

" maybe because you've been bitten by the love bug." Thao teased.

I swallowed down the whole glass of wine in nanoseconds and placed the glass back on the table.

Thao stared at me flabbergasted. She knows I'm not much of a drinker. I'm more of a smoker.

" well damn, I've never seen you this on edge"

" Am I making it obvious?" I asked worriedly.

" I mean, a little bit. Try to breathe. Go smoke a lil weed if you need to. "She suggested.

I thought about maybe going outside and smoking, but I rather just wait until after dinner. I'm trying to feel Michael out first before doing anything that may turn him off.

We were done setting up the table and everyone gathered around and fixed their plate of food. I was too nervous to eat, but I managed to put a piece of chicken, and mashed potatoes in my plate. I sat at the table, and Michael pulled a chair that was next to me on my right.

" Is it ok if I sit next to you?" He asked politely.

I looked up at him, and smiled, warmly.

" of course. After all, you are my guest"

He smiled back and sat next to me without breaking eye contact. my heart was racing once again.

" Everything looks and smells delicious. I am starving!" He then broke the stare and closed his eyes briefly while bowing his head. Intrigued for a moment as to what he was doing, I finally realized he was praying. That struck me a little.  It was refreshing to see.

I watched as he took a bite of fried chicken, and found myself suddenly lost watching how his mouth moved as he chewed. Let me get myself together....

" yeah, same. I haven't eaten all day." I finally say.

" me either" he admitted.

I picked at my mashed potatoes feeling too nervous to eat." While resting my chin onto the palm of my hand.

" I was helping a friend move some appliances that he bought today from market place . He buys broken ones, fixes them, then sales them in return to get a profit. It took us all day to do, so this is my first meal of the day."

I glanced up at him.

" That's a cool little side hustle, actually... " I say.

He nodded in agreement while still eating his chicken.

" It surely is. He makes good money off selling them too."

" that was nice of you to help him out."

" of course,That's been my buddy for over 10 years now. He has my back, and I'll alway have his in return." I nodded in understanding. I'd do the same for my friends. I love how faithful and committed he is to those who are important to him. I am starting to notice it's one of his very good traits.

" This is some good chicken.." he said interrupting my thoughts.

I couldn't help but to crack a smile at the sight of him enjoying his food, unapologetically.

Everyone else gathered at the table to eat., and I decided to finally take a bite of the mashed potatoes I've been picking at for 5 min now. I was becoming less and less nervous the more Michael made conversation with me.

" So, Michael. What do you do? " asked Ashley, suddenly.

I looked over at her with my eyes slightly bulging, and she smiled.

" Like... for work?" He asked.

" yeah..." she responded.

" you don't have to respond to her. It's none of her business..." I say through awkward chuckles.

Michael smiled.

" No it's cool. I don't mind it."

Ashley looked over at me with the most sarcastic smile, and made a twisted face at me.

" I'm a full time electrician."

" oh, So, like you fix electrical problems and help set up electricity for homes and establishments?"

Ashley asked.

" yes I do..." he responded, proudly.

She slowly raised a brow as if an idea suddenly arose like a light bulb.

Oh my goodness what is her pesky little head plotting?!

" Indya could definitely use your services." She said using a mischievous tone in her voice.

I almost choked on a piece of my mashed potatoes.

" I do?" I asked confused while clearing my throat and patting my chest.

Michael turned to look at me " How so?" He asked innocently. Not knowing of Ashley's perverted evil schemes. I could feel his eyes burning right through me but I was too busy staring at Ashley. What is she up to? I'm going to kill her!

" Indya, remember when you first moved into the house and you couldn't use your dryer because there was something wrong with the electrical outlet ? The electrical was somehow wired wrong. You haven't been able to use that dryer at all and have been drying your clothes at your moms"

Why is she telling my business??

" oh, that's an easy fix.." Michael says confidently. I looked over at him, and he gave me the most inviting, stare; That stare that seems to drive me so crazy.  I felt the heat rush to my face,  stinging my cheeks.

" I can come by and check it out for you whenever you are free. If you want." He says sweetly. The butterflies swarmed like crazy. The thought of him being in my house once more made me feel all giddy on the inside .

" really? It won't be much trouble? I know you are a busy man and all...."

He gave me the most charming wink.

" never that, girl. It would be my pleasure..." there he goes again saying it would be his pleasure. My thighs shook once more hearing him say that so sexily. I know he's not trying to sound sexy, but to me it sounds so so sexy. It's something about his serene tone of voice that makes my body react.

" Ok, yeah, that would be amazing. I'd love to be able to use my dryer again...." I squirmed slightly in my seat.

" I've got you, don't worry.." the way he said that, while looking me deeply in the eyes so tenderly, made me blush so profusely. It was too much for me to bear, and I found myself breaking the stare. He's such a sweet and gentle soul. I've never met anyone quite like him.

" What do you like to do for fun?" Asked Ashley with yet another question. I rolled my eyes. Shouldn't I be the one asking him these questions?

" Well, I DJ part time on the weekends..."he responded while dabbing a napkin onto his mouth.

" Really?" Ashley exclaimed in an impressed tone. " where do you DJ at?"

" At the Roxy on Elmer st. Yall should come by one of these nights. drinks on me." He says while staring at me again and smiling. I continued to blush and smiled back, because it felt as though he was specifically inviting me. I hear GIGI and Thao snicker underneath their breaths and I shot my eyes at them.

" isn't that just great? You and Indya have so much in common! " Ashley gushed, sarcastically.

My eyes bulge once again.

" I don't know if she told you, but she writes poetry, and sings. Oh, and she plays instruments, And paints beautifully. Indya is quite the artistic gal. She performs at the poetry club once a month as a hobby too."

Michael glanced over at me, and raised both brows? " really, Indya? That's incredible! You know, I too have performed at the poetry club in the past. "

" wait, You have? You sing too?" I asked feeling completely intrigued. It's not many I know that has performed there.

He giggled at my sudden spark of interest.

" Yes I do .... ever since I was a kid. ..but, I put a pause on that. Life happened, and I needed a break from trying to make it into a career. It was becoming stressful. I needed a more stable source of income. that's why I became an electrician. I DJ only on the weekends for I don't want to give up music all the way just yet. "

I furrowed my brows noticing his tone of voice that suddenly carried a sense of sadness to it. I can tell there is a whole story behind as to why he really stopped perusing his musical career.

" that's really impressive. Who would've thought we'd really have this much in common?" I admit.

" I'd really love to hear more about this musical career of yours." He flashed an unsure smile.

" I'd much rather hear more about your music, and your art..."  I thought it seemed a little odd that he was hesitant about me wanting to know about his musical past.

"You should come to her next performance then..." interrupted Giselle. What is up with everyone feeling the need to help me? Was my nervousness really that obvious?

" I'd love to. When is it? He asked.

I blushed because, is he really interested in seeing me perform? I'm so honored to be honest.

" it will be sometime next month, hopefully . I'm still working on my song." I say.

" Well if you need any help with your lyrics , let me know. Song writing is my forte."

I was literally melting.

My face immediately lit up.

" I will definitely take you up on that.."

I stood to reach for the wine bottle across from me, but he immaculately got up.

" Oh please, allow me." I slowly sat back down, and smiled, shyly tucking a piece of curl behind my ear. he grabbed my wine glass, and poured me some.

" thank you..." he gave me the most absorbing, and charming stare.

" it's my pleasure.."

Everyone finished eating and the guys went back to playing cards. Me and the girls cleaned up the table, and started to drink some more wine, and dance to the music playing through the speakers. It's always a whole vibe when we get together. Once that alcohol gets into our system, it's a party.

I hear a sudden slam on the table where the guys were, and laughter roaring .

" Damn, he beat me again!" Exclaimed Todd in frustration.

I looked over at Michael and saw the look of victory on his face, as he continued to beat Todd in the game. It's usually really hard to beat Todd because he's such a mastermind player.

" I guess Todd met his match tonight, huh?" Laughed Thao as she stood next to me.

" Girl, Michael is kicking is ass" I laugh.

" I saw what you meant about what you said earlier on the phone." She said. I lowered my brow in confusion. " huh?"

She scoffed " you know, when you said Michael was chivalrous. I can see what you meant by that when he wouldn't let you pour your own wine. " i immediately blushed at the reminder.

" I told you!"

" it's obvious he's feeling you too. He practically gave you a personal invitation to the club where he DJS at, and he offered to come fix your dryer issue?"

" I'm sure he's just being nice..." I say sheepishly.

She cornered her eyes at me, and smirked.

" Mhmmm"

" put on some bachata music. " urged GIGI. As she swayed her hands. Usually after a couple of drinks, she will play Hispanic music and dance all over the house. She's taught us all how to dance to it.

" Oh, here she goes." Murmured Ashley while rolling her eyes. " I'll put it on but yall are not making me dance to it. "

All of us stared at her, as our neck twitched, briefly.

" oh come on!" We all said in unison. GIgI grabbed Ashley by the hand and began to lead the dance as the bachata song" solo por un beso " began to play.

" How are you going to be a party pooper at your own party!!?" GIGI teased.

I stood to the side laughing with Thao and watched as Ashley was forced to dance, while taking a sip of my wine. Ashley absolutely hates when GIGI makes us all dance.

"That's what she gets for trying to embarrass me at the dinner table with all those inquisitive questions. " I snickered.

" Giiiiirlllll I saw that! I think she sensed you were nervous though and just wanted to break the ice between you two. Even though Michael really doesn't seem to be shy. You're the one who is acting shy."

My mind quickly drifted into deep thought as I felt myself panic a little. Oh my gosh I hope he hasn't noticed. Being Shy is usually NOT in my nature, and I need to get myself together. I don't know why Michael intimidates me so.

" I don't need y'all to help me talk to Michael. I've got this." I scowled why folding my arms over my abdomen.

" I know Indy. Just try to relax. "

" ok, I'm done dancing with your crazy ass." Screeched Ashley as she tried to run away from GIGIs grip.

" oh come on! Who's going to dance with me next?oh, I know how about you Michael?"
Gigi challenged. " we have to pop his cherry since he's new."

My eyes immediately darted over to him, as my mouth slightly gaped open. Not knowing what he would say or even think.

The other guys laughed and mumbled things discreetly amongst eachother. My guess is to convince him not to give into it.My heart began to race..... next thing you know, a big smile spread across his face, as he slowly stood from his chair.

The other guys cheering him on, happy that he'd be the one sacrificing himself so that they don't have to dance with her.

" sure. " he simply said." His tone confident, and stern. He did not look the slightest intimidated.

" ok pues dale papi!" She exclaimed obnoxiously.

" you know how to dance bachata?" She asked.

" I guess we're about to find out then aren't we?". He said in a poise and charming manner.

You would think I'd get offended, or jealous. On the contrary, I'm very much entertained right now cause THIS I've gotta see. she's one of my best friends, and she's Hispanic. Puerto Rican at that. So, this is how they interact.

Without even hesitating, Michael cuffed one hand with hers, and the other one clasped her waist. He immediately took lead, and brought her closer to him. I felt my brow twitch, as I watched them be in such close proximity.

GIGIs hips started to swaye rhythmically to the sound of the base booming through the speakers, as Michael followed her steps so effortlessly. His hips and movements matching hers simultaneously when he then lifted her arms quickly giving her a spin, and bringing her back into him so smoothly. Her red hair swaying like flames in a fire place. From the looks on GIGIs face, she was highly impressed by the fluidity of his body movements.

I felt paralyzed watching them. Feeling mesmerized by the way his body flowed so beautifully with the tempo. How his hips sensually matched each beat without any miscalculation . A goofy smile slowly started to form as I watched in amazement. His moves are so immaculate. How did he learn to dance so fiercely? So seductively? I know he mentioned being in the music business, but damn. This was some raw talent. This is a type of dance that can be rather hard to master. I must've been so caught up in my own train of thoughts that I didn't even notice him walking towards me.

" You wanna dance?" His chest was rising up and down, in an effort to catch his breath from over exerting himself with GIGI.

My heart jumped, as I tried to re collect my self. All my friends watched me with such enthusiasm, hoping I'll take his hand.

" I taught her very well. She definitely knows how to dance bachata." Said GIGi, proudly. " Michael is pretty damn good himself. I am fairly impressed. " she complimented.

Michael glanced over to her, and shot her a humble smile. " thank you.." his eyes then moved its way back to me as it pierced deeply into my own. Fire burned into them as though dancing ignited something into his body and soul. Like this was definitely his forte. It definitely intimidated me.

" So, are you going to dance with me or not?" He asks huskily while reaching for my hand. I shyly gave in, and the girls were cheering me on in the background for moral support. I swallowed back the rock in my throat and cuffed my hand with his. My body slightly twitched when I felt his finger tips gently grasp the dip of my waist. The sudden contact of his hands on my body, immediately sent shivers down my spine. He gently pulled me in closer into his chest, and I caught a whiff of his intoxicating scent. The song playing next was a bit slower this time around, and not a faster bachata. His body's warmth radiated onto mine somehow as he took lead of the steps. The thing about bachata is that it can be a very sensual, sexy, intimate and playful dance. In this case, it felt more on the intimate side, because the song was slow and steady. Plus, Just the way he delicately held on to my waist, and how his finger tips intertwined with mine. The intense stare that seared right through me, consumed my every being more and more each second. Our bodies moved from side to side, left to right, making sure my hip movements matched his, simultaneously. At one point, his finger tips accidentally glided along the side of my abdomen from a sudden jerk of movements, and the brief contact tingled my skin. A sly grin formed on the side of his mouth as if he could tell the effect his touch had on my body. His hand then lifted my arm, spinning me around at the right beat of the song, and brought me back into his embrace without breaking his stare from mine so, delicately. I broke the stare and looked down, feeling intimidated once again by his penetrating gaze. That only caused me to suddenly lose focus, and miss a step. I accidentally stepped on his foot, which almost made us both lose balance and fall... but he held tight of my waist in an instant with both hands while briefly leaning down into me. He was so close, I could feel his warm breath tickle my skin. Still, his tender brown eyes fixed on my own with so much absorption. It caused my pheromones to wreak havoc of my body, and I could only pray he could not detect it with his primal senses.

" whoa..." he said while lifting me back up.

I ran my fingers through my hair awkwardly, and couldn't help but to laugh at myself trying to mask the embarrassment. My laughter only induce his own.

" Are you alright?" He asked.

" I'm so sorry..." I say, trying to catch my breath.

" it's ok, really. You dance very well..."

I pouted my lips at his reply. He's so modest.

" I'm not as good as you though. You really are a good dancer." I could see him blushing from my compliments, and it was cute. A giggle escaped my lips from the sight.

" I've been dancing my whole life, Indya. It's literally second nature for me."

Ughhhh, the way he says my name!

" you have to teach me some more of those moves.." I respond not realizing the flirtatious manner in Which I said it.

A brow twitched at my response, and he smiled widely. " for sure..."

It was definitely time to go outside, and take a smoke break after what had just occurred.

" I need some fresh air.. wanna come with?" I ask. he smirked.

" Yeah let's go..."

I lowered a brow, and lifted a finger.

" ok give me one second. I just need to grab something. We smiled at each-other before walking away, and went up to Ashley so she can give me a pre rolled blunt.

I walked past my friends and just cornered my eyes at them because they were for sure laughing at my mishap. All I could do was shake my head and refrain from laughing as well. I'm for sure they saw how dazed I was when dancing with him. They know I tripped because the exotic man dancing before me, had me in such a trance.

Ashley handed me the blunt but without letting me go too quickly. That devilish grin just painted along her plump , red lips with no signs of innocence in her eyes.  " you need to take that man back home with you tonight..." she whispered, mischievously.

I placed my hand onto my chest, and flung my mouth open like a damsel in distress making a wincing sound.

" what do you take me as? A whore?!"  I joked. We both laughed before I made my way back to Michael.

" ready?" I smiled.

" yes"

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We walked out to Ashley's surprisingly spacious balcony, and sat on some lawn chairs that were readily available. Ashley just moved, there fore she's still lacking a few things.m and we had to work with what we currently had. Finally, some alone time with him. No eyes on us, no pressure. I can smoke my little weed and relax in PEACE. The night felt cozy, and serene with just a little bit of wind that caused my curls to move,subtlety. The dark skies that hovered over us, was covered with little white stars, lighting up even more from the moon. This is something I loved about moving here. In the city you don't see so many stars. I hold out the blunt and before lighting it, I looked up at Michael who was already staring at me. The butterflies definitely started swarming up inside my internal organs.

" is it ok if I—"

" No. go ahead. " he said with a quickness. I smile and began to light up the blunt.

" I smoke occasionally sometimes too, so no judgment here."

My eyes slightly widened in surprise as I took a drag, then releasing the smoke.

" Oh really now? You wanna hit it?" I offered while releasing a little cough.

He seemed hesitant. " I probably shouldn't. "

" it's medical. I get it from Ashley. I don't smoke that other non sense, because you just can't trust what people are putting into it." I raised my brow, and smiled " hmm??" I asked again, pointing it at him enticingly.

" fuck it." He muttered while taking the blunt into his fingers and taking a drag of it. He released some of the smoke through his mouth, and then his nose.  For some reason, watching him release the smoke through his  sexy lips, made me squirm in my seat. It was kinda hot. Michael then passed the blunt back to me and caught me in the midst of gawking at him. I quickly broke the stare and took another drag of the weed.

" Thank you for inviting me tonight. I really am having a great time." I looked up, to meet his gaze. A gaze so tender and attentive.

" I'm glad you came. I told you,  doing things out of  the norm, is a great distraction. " there was something different that suddenly shifted from his stare just now. It turned into a flirtatious one. It was the way in which his brown eyes sparkled underneath the moon that gave them so much more charisma.

" and what a distraction it has been...." He said in almost a whisper. My heart almost immediately stopped beating. That charismatic look on his eyes, told me he was talking about me being the distraction.

" I'm sorry if you caught me staring too much at you tonight." His voice filled with guilt and ecstasy .

This strange, yet euphoric energy hung in the air making me feel light headed.

Taken aback by what he was saying, I choked on the smoke that I inhaled which caused me to caugh a little.

" weed makes me become a little too honest.." he admitted, sheepishly.

I let out a light laugh " uh, oh. Someone's high." I teased while taking another drag of this green goodness that was already calming my whole body, and soul.

" I'm high, I'm perplexed, I am profoundly engulfed by the beauty your eyes bestow. Your eyes are the prettiest of green I've ever seen" his stare only became more intense, more absorbing. I slowly released the smoke from my mouth, and allowed for his eyes to completely consume me just now. I felt my heart begin to accelerate, as my lips slowly gaped open. Heat started to sting my cheeks.

" and your hair. " he continued as he broke the stare, briefly looking at my hair with admiration.

The bright colors reminds me of the rays of sun as it comes up on a warm summer day. The beauty of each curl that bounces everytime the wind touches it, represents a lions mane.." his words were so sweet, so soft, so subtle. I've never been spoken to like this. I don't know if it was because we were both high, or if the wine had me flustered, but each word that rolled out of his lovely mouth, made my high much more intense.

" I see weed brings out the poetic in you..." I teased .

He smirked while taking the blunt from my fingers and taking yet another drag. His eyes closed for a moment, as he let the effects take over his brain chemistry. He released the smoke, and at this point everything became so much more serene.

" its funny you say that, because I've always refer to my hair as a lions mane. I hate when my hair gets unruly, even after putting products in it." I found myself starting to put it into a messy bun but he placed his hands onto my arms softly and pushed it down.

My eyes widened in surprise by his sudden actions.

" no, don't. Leave it as is . His expression intensified, and suddenly left me feeling caught in a spell...

"Hair is a powerful tool for self-expression, Indya. especially for black women. Own it, embrace it, and be proud for you are a queen..."

My mouth gaped open. What was happening? We were both drawn in by this euphoric moment, The drug clouding our minds and our senses. He's so passionate, and sweet.

" I thought it was I who was staring at you too much through out the night..." I say in almost a whisper.

A coy smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

" why though?"

My neck twitched back taken aback as to why he would even ask. The chemistry in my brain was completely clouding my thought process from the high I was experiencing.

With my brows knitted down, I asked a simple "Hm?"

He leaned a little closer, with his shoulders slightly slouched. The intensity of his stare never losing its fire as the flames engulfed my whole body.

" why were you staring at me so much? Why were you so nervous? Don't think for a moment I didn't notice..."his voice held so much depth right now. It commanded attention, yet it was so gentle at the same time. The sound of it made my lips quiver, and my insides squirm. At the same time, I was totally petrified that he'd notice I was nervous. How could he fucking tell? I felt heat slowly rise upon my cheeks, and I slowly bit my quivering bottom lip before speaking.

" because you're so hot..." I say slowly. That's it. That's the only thing able to roll out of my mouth. It didn't matter if it even sounded silly at this point. I don't even regret it.

His brow twitched at the sound of my words.

" I think you're absolutely beautiful, and you think I'm hot. Seems like we're on the same page then aren't we?" He smirked. Wait, what does he even mean? Where is he going with this?

I lowered my head, breaking the stare and bit the inside of my cheek. It was so flattering hearing him call me beautiful.

" I can't believe you could tell I was nervous. " I say shaking my head, side to side in shame.

" it's ok. I thought that it was rather charming, actually.."

I slowly looked back up and smiled as he claimed my gaze once more with his.

" are you still nervous now?"

I felt an immediate shiver go down my spine at the intensity of his voice.

"N-no.... Atleast Not now that I'm smoking.."

He smiled and released a light chuckle.

" might I add, that's some good stuff, because I am pretty damn high right now."

We both burst into laughter. I couldn't help but to really notice how pretty and white his teeth are. When he laughs, it illuminates his whole face as though he was an angel. His energy and demeanor brings me so much peace; A peace i would give anything for in order to see him smile at me like that every day.

Once our laughter started to simmer down. Our eyes met yet again like a magnet. The air around us stiffened. It seemed as though we'd been staring at eachother for an eternity when it's actually only been a few seconds.

" that ass hole of an ex of yours is such a fool for letting such treasure slip his finger tips... I hope and pray he lives to regret the day he lost you..."

There goes my heart beating quickly again. My breathing became shallow. Am I hallucinating? For a moment I really thought the weed had me seeing and hearing things because what?

" Fuck him... and fuck HER..." I say with a bit of anger in my tone. " fuck them both for breaking OUR heart."

I saw a bit of sadness starting to linger in the twinkle of his eyes. No, I can't have that happen. I'm Craving the happiness that oozed on his face when we were laughing a few seconds ago. That's what I want to see lingering in his beautiful eyes. Not that dwelling sadness.

" You know what?" I found myself saying outloud. I really thought I was thinking it but it rolled out of my mouth unintentionally.

His eyes glared deeply into mine giving me his whole attention.

" what..."

I couldn't hold back any longer. Everything my friends suggested.... It kept jabbing at my mind. Maybe it's the weed. Maybe it's not, but I'm starting to feel like it would be a good idea. We both find each-other attractive..... our energies match. It may be in our favor to release whatever heartbreak we feel into one another. Except the only difference is it will feel good in the process. It doesn't have to turn into a relationship. I know that we still need time to heal but we can somehow walk through this healing process together by releasing this sexual tension, and anger I know we both have.

" I have an idea. Now, hear me out. This might sound crazy. Maybe it is crazy, but...... why don't we seek revenge...."

Michael's brows lowered with curiosity and confusion...

" revenge?"

" with eachother..." I say mischievously.

He scrunched up his eyes with confusion still lingering in them. I'm sure he was trying to take in what I was saying.

" I'm afraid I'm not following."

I slowly ran the tip of my tongue along my lips, as I bore my gaze more deeply into his.

" You think I'm beautiful. I think you are sexy. Not to mention, Our exes cheated on us with each-other. Yet, he were are. Why don't we give them a taste of their own medicine by having our own little affair. "

He opened his mouth to say something but I quickly interjected.

" A distraction is what we both may need in order to get some sort of closure. No strings attached, no drama, only pleasure." I shuttered at my own bold words. I can see the hesitation on his rigid facial expressions already. Tension suddenly over clouded the air.

" Are you serious?" He asked with hint of sarcasm."

I smirked " Yes. Is it that hard to believe? "

" I mean, yeah. It's not every day that a beautiful girl like you would even offer such risqué proposal to a guy like me..."

" like you?"

" women don't offer up the goodies unless there is some sort of catch...."

I shook my head amused by his hesitance.

" No catch, Michael. I just want sweet revenge. I know you do too..." I persuaded, softly.

" I know this is random, and crazy, but I think it could somehow be a good idea" I added.

He broke the stare quickly. And stared down, fumbling with his fingers. I'm sure so many thoughts was going through his mind. At this point, I was done smoking the joint. Although The high was still very much lingering in my blood stream.

Michales head slowly lifted back up while staring deeply into my eyes. There was no longer uncertainty glaring back at me. His eyes were now salaciously gleaming.

" No catch?"

" No.."

"When do we start?" I suddenly felt this burst of excitement rush through my body.because what? He's actually going with it?
I tried to keep myself from smiling so hard, but it was useless.

" tonight?" His brow twitched.

" tonight?"

" yes. You can come back to my place after the party Or we can leave now?"

He didn't seem so sure, but managed to release an awkward chuckle.

" whoa hang on, this is all going too fast and I'm too High right now to actually digest what is going on. Tonight? Right now? isn't that a little too soon?"

I crossed my arms over my abdomen, and twitched my neck back, chuckling at his hesitation.

" it's only a fling. No need to take it slow... what is there to digest? " he bit his lip seeming hesitant again.

" right, but there needs to be more of an ice breaker here. Atleast for me. "

I smiled at how genuine he's being right now. You can tell he's not used to doing these kind of things. Then again, I'm not either. I definitely need connection in order to engage into sexual activities.

I gave him a mischievous glare.

" do you need an ice breaker in order to have a one night stand too?"I asked, sarcastically.

" I don't have one night stands. " he responds in a serious tone.

" oh...well, that makes sense." I muttered to myself. It was very hard for me to believe he doesn't have them. Especially him being a man, and a DJ at a club at that?! I know women flock at him daily. If anything, knowing this about him made him so much more appealing to me. Something needed to happen quick in order to make him a little more comfortable with this whole idea.

" kiss me.." I say boldly.

His eyes widened.

" wha—-"

" just kiss me. that should break the ice, right?" he slowly looked down at my plump lips, then looked back up at me. This time, his eyes were glazed with, dare I say, desire, and shock mixed together.. There was fire in them. A smirk formed on the side of his lips. As he turned his body completely around to face me.

" You want me...... to kiss you?"

" yes...." I whispered, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. He thought about it for a moment, then gulped hard.

" come here..." he demanded in a sweet whisper.

Whattttt?! My heart began racing once more. And my body shuttered at the sweetness of his tone. I quickly obliged by slowly leaning in closer to him. All the while he was leaning into me. My heart continued to beat faster and faster. I could hear it booming through my ears. Our faces were only a few inches away from one another. Not once did our glances break. Lost in a trance, I didn't realize he'd lifted a hand onto my face, and cuffed it, softly. The sensation caused me to flinch at the feeling which sent shivers through out my whole body. The air around us grew thicker as our warm breaths invaded our faces. It was making me weak, and if I wasn't sitting down right now, my knees would surely buckle.  With no spaces between us any longer, our lips suddenly intertwined. The butterflies immediately began fluttering profusely inside my stomach from the initial contact. My eyes slowly closed shut, savoring this moment, as our lips pressed firmly against one another. His lips were so soft, and pillowy.. his breath smelled faintly minty. The sent of his cologne invaded my nostrils, making my senses go haywire . I opened my mouth slightly, and so did he which allowed our lips to wrestle. His finger tips slowly traced downwards along my jaw line so delicately. My body quivered as a response. No one's ever kissed me like this before. So gently, so carefully. It's a moment I don't think I'll ever forget. My body craved for more of him. It was a yearning and hunger I've never felt before with any other man. What is he doing to me? My senses were going into over drive. My hand traveled onto his arm and I squeezed the leather from his jacket firmly when I felt his tongue graze my lips, sensually. My lips trembled while tingles serged all through me. His breathing quickened and a gasp escaped from my throat. I opened my mouth slightly more in order to allow his tongue to enter. Our tongues slithered in and out so rhythmically . His mouth was so warm, so sweet like cinnamon candy. he tastes so exquisitely. My body felt like it was floating up to an unknown place. I imagined we floated to the top of the black skies, and landed on the moon. We were no longer in Ashley's balcony.

I gently tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth, and began sucking on it. A soft moan escaped his lips, which immediately send a volt of lighting into my most sensitive parts . My ears twitch at the sound. Damn he's so sexy. His tongue flickered, and rolled against mine, deepening the kiss more and more each second. Sparks were definitely flying. Right at this moment I knew.... I knew that in the heat of this moment, will change my life completely somehow. The connection felt from just a kiss, scared me a little. Will I be able to control my emotions? Will I be able to do this whole affair without wanting something more? My mind was filled with racing thoughts.

He gave my bottom lip a final suck, before our mouths slowly parted from each-other. Both our breaths were quick and shallow , trying to recover our normal breathing. The moisture around us felt damp and hot. My body was coming back down to earth into Ashley's balcony. I slowly opened my eyes. His face was still at close proximity, staring back at me awestruck.We both held contact, staring into each other's soul, intently. I know he felt what I just felt when we kissed. I can see it all over his face. I felt it in his touch, on his lips. I was in such a trance right now. He pulled away from me and I frowned as I felt his warmth leaving me. The magic surrounding us was slowly dissolving. I didn't want this moment to end. My heart wanted to soak up every moment like a sponge, every detail like a photograph because it was that impactful to me. I'm already in trouble, and don't even know it fully.

" Wow.... That was one hell of an ice breaker." Michael snickered, breaking the silence that held us captive for the last 5 minutes.

A dreamily smile pierced along the corner of my mouth, still feeling a little high.

" but..... I should probably go.." Michael said, causing for all the high left in my blood stream to suddenly leave my system. My eyes widened, in confusion.

" wait, what? Why?"

Michael stood from his seat, and I  quickly stood as well, face to face with him.

" It's nothing you did Indya. I just don't think this is a good idea. "

" Why?" I asked softly.  He slowly took in a breath and sighed.

" Look, you're a very beautiful girl. I~I just can't do this with you. There has to be a better way to seek revenge.."

I crossed my arms over my abdomen, and quickly looked away.

" damn did you hate kissing me that much?"

" hey... no" He soothed sweetly in a comforting way as he reached for my hand, and grasped his finger tips with mine. I felt a shock from the contact, causing me to flinch.

" I definitely didn't hate it. Believe me." His stare grew increasingly intense, his voice was so sweet and gentle. My heart was literally skipping.

" I said no strings attached..." I reminded him, thinking that may lure him back into my web.

" I'm sorry, Indya. I know you want revenge. So do I, but this is not the way. " his thumb gently grazed the top of my hand, sparking that fire inside me once again. I knew it was too good to be true. Tonight I've realized how much Michael lights up my fire with just a simple touch. I want, and need more of it. How can this be? I barely even know him. But when two souls collide, and connect, there is no stopping destiny.

Why this sudden change of mind? I know he said it's not me, but I can't help but to think it is. I literally threw myself at him, just to be rejected this way. My ego definitely took a hit by this.

" I'm still up for being friends. I said I'd help you fix the electrical problem at your house, and I stay true to my word. I can come tomorrow if you're free. "

I try forcing a smile in order to hide my wounded pride.

" my mom comes over every Sunday for breakfast, and to help me clean. It's our little bonding routine. You can come after, um, say like around 3, if that's ok.?

He nodded. " that sounds good..." silence hung in the air, briefly. Our eyes pierced into one another.

" good night, Indya...."

He then brought my hand up to his lips, and kissed it ever so softly. Feeling his lips against my skin caused my body to shutter.

" Thanks for inviting me..."

With that he turned around, and left.

Leaving me standing there feeling speechless, confused, disappointed, ashamed.....

To be continued....

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*Authors note*

—Hello, before you read this chapter, well, to my imaginary readers because I don't really have any yet. I have faith though that one day I will gain some and my hard work won't go unnoticed 😌 Anyway, this chapter will be broken up in two because it's so long. After this part, there will be parts on the next one that will be written in third person, and then back to 1st person. Also, there is a part in this chapter where I'll use the song " birds of a feather" by Billie Eilish as a song being sung by the main character. While It is a real song obviously, in the context of this chapter , it is not. I just feel like it fits perfectly with this particular scene. It would help if you did listen to the acoustic version on yt of the song before reading, that way you get accustomed to the scene ❤️ Hope whoever is reading, even in silence, enjoys—
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I sat there for what felt hours. Soaking in the shame, the rejection. It really was only a few minutes That had passed since Michael left, but to me it felt like an eternity . I couldn't shake away the wave of disappointment stinging away at my pride. Why did he change his mind? I know  he felt the same thing I felt when we kissed. There is no way after such enticing moment between us, he didn't want more of where that came from. Had I read him wrong? Was he just pressured into the moment because he didn't want me to feel bad? All these thoughts and doubts running through my mind, was driving me insane. He said it wasn't me, and that I didn't do anything wrong, but I can't help but to think the opposite. I'm just too bewildered right now, and I wish to know the real reasons behind Michael's apprehension.

I slowly got up from my chair, and decided to make my way inside. Maybe Michael hadn't left yet. Perhaps he was inside talking to my friends instead. Feeling hopeful, I slid the glass porch door to the side, and made my way back inside. Ashely, Thao, and Giselle were sitting on the couch, and  immediately stared at me completely bug eyed. The guys were still at the table playing their card game, not even paying my entrance no attention at all. There were no signs of Michael. My shoulders lowered, and I released a soft sigh of disappointment. He really did leave. The girls gave me a confused glance as if to say " what happened?" I walked over to them slowly, then slumped on a recliner chair that was slightly next to the couch were the girls sat.

" Ok, what happen? Why did Michael leave so soon just now? And why do you look so disgruntled?" Asked Ashley. I fumbled with my fingers, and bit the inside of my cheek.

" I mentioned your stupid idea, and I think It scared him off..." I say with a scowl.

The girls immediately gasped. I looked up to face Ashley, and she had a smirk on her lips.

" Wait, what?"

" You did whattttt???" Interjected Giselle. Thao remained quiet, but I can see from my peripheral that she was just as stunned. I shook my head, and sighed.

" We got a little high, and started to flirt a bit. So, I took a chance and just said it. I told him we should seek revenge by fucking  each-other.."

Ashley laughed, loudly.

" What possessed you into bring it up to him in that manner?"

My eyes widened.

" What?? I mean, did it matter? Wasn't it you that told me to take him back to my place tonight?"

" Well yeah, I did say that. However, You actually wasn't even suppose to mention it to him. It was meant to happen naturally. You were supposed to seduce him into your bed." I scoffed. Is she serious right now? I felt like a total idiot.

" Oh, I didn't think there were rules to this, Ashley. You didn't even say anything like that before."I responded defensively.

" wait..." Giselle interrupted.

"You just blatantly brung it up? What led to it? I think that's why we are all so confused...."

I felt my cheeks fluster at the thought of his sweet words to me.

" I...." I hesitantly begin to say while pursing my lips.

I narrowed my eyes over to Thao who was already reading right through me. I looked down fidgeting with my fingers again, and shrugged.

" Michael was just being so sweet. He said that I was beautiful, and how Preston was such a fool for letting me go. Maybe the high wasn't making me think too clearly, but the energy around us suddenly changed. The way he deeply looked into my eyes, spoke to me in more ways than one. It felt like the perfect time to bring it up, because the moment felt so intertwined—like, we were definitely on the same page." I felt a smile slowly creep at the corner of my mouth as I recollected those moments once more.

" oh my god" Ashley said, coming to the realization of what was really happening.

I quickly looked up at her with a dreamingly glare And the smirk on her face turned into a soft smile.

" You like him,Indy. You really , really like him." Her tone was soft, slow, and filled with wonderment. She couldn't believe it, I'm sure.

" Yeah, because I've never heard you talk about anyone like this before." Interjected Giselle just as shocked.

" See I told you. " said Thao.

" I told you it wasn't a good idea, because I can already tell you really like him." She added.

" Wait, hold on..." said Ashley.

" I need to know what happened when you brought it up to him. What was his reaction? What did he say?" I shrugged my shoulders.

" he was shocked, and hesitant for sure..... but he wasn't fully against it at first...."

I definitely had the girls full attention, as they stared back at me right now with so much curiosity.

" he wasn't fully against it?" Asked Ashley, suspiciously.

I tucked a piece of curl behind my ear, and shook my head.

"N-no"

" how so?" Ashley asked, staring even more attentively while crossing her legs.

" It didn't take much for me to convince him. All he asked was if there could be some sort of ice breaker between us first . So, I told him to kiss me.... what better way than to get better acquainted with one another than to share a first kiss. After all, that will determine if the spark is even there to begin with. Right?"

Ashley's brow twitched, and she smirked devilishly at me.

" So, did he?"

I slowly bit my lip, and couldn't hold back the big smile that was growing upon my lips.

" yes."

The girls immediately squealed amongst each other.

" Oh my god! Tell us all about it!!is he a good kisser???" Exclaimed Giselle.

" We need every little detail, because why didn't you just say that from the beginning? " added Thao.

I giggled while placing my hands on my thighs, bracing myself to relive such sacred, magical moment.

" y'all..... I don't know. I told him to kiss me, and he just did it. I thought he'd renege, but to my surprise, he was more than willing to do it." I couldn't stop the smile from curling on my lips, as I stared helplessly into the distance, engrossed in my thoughts of what happened.

" it was simply magical. He kissed me so softly, and so gently." I slowly and softly placed my finger tips upon my cheek as I remembered feeling his thumb rubbing along the lines of my jaw, while he claimed my mouth.

"  the way he caressed my face as he kissed me... I've never had anyone touch me so delicately. It was truly enchanting." I say dreamingly.

" oh, that is so romantic...." Giselle gushed.

" so, if he kissed you, then why would he leave??" Asked Thao, waking me up from my sudden daze.

I stared back, blankly at the girls. Ashley remained her eyes focused on me as though she was in deep thought.

" he's scared. " my neck twitched back at the sound of voice coming from Ashley.

" scared?" I asked.

" what exactly happened after yall kissed?" She interrogated.

" He...He said he had to go."

" aha.... He enjoyed the kiss just as much as you did. He's scared of getting hurt. Michael knew that having a one night stand with you isn't ideal, because it will only draw him closer..."

" he said it wasn't me or anything i did——"

" Exactly ..... because he likes you too, Indy" She says, confidently.

I felt my heart skip a beat at her words.

I paused for a moment trying to digest what she just said to me. Maybe she's right. It would make sense if that's the case given our recent heartbreak with our exes.

" How could we already like each other so soon? Does this even happen? It's only been two days..."

" it's called love at first sight..." said Thao.

" You guys connected through that kiss, and it scared him. He's been hurt, and he's not trying to get hurt again." Ashley said in a serious tone.

" This actually turned out better than originally planned." She added smirking again. " this sounds like it's about to be the sweetest revenge yet.Better than just a fling. Don't give up just yet. He will come around..."

" perhaps...." I say in almost a whisper..

" He's supposed to come over and help you with your electrical problems, is he not?" Ashley asked.

" Yeah, he's coming tomorrow afternoon, actually."

Ashley's eyes lit up with delight.

" Perfect. That's your chance to keep on seducing him."

" I don't know, Ashley. I'm starting to think this may not be a very good idea after all. I've got a feel that I'll be playing with fire. How can I do this with no string attached ? Without developing feelings? "

" Then go steadily, and with caution. Most importantly, with no expectation. Follow your heart, Indy. Just don't go ahead of yourself. Let things flow just like they're supposed to...You never know what could really happen." Advised Thao. Her tone was sympathetic. I can tell she didn't want me to be influenced by Ashley's scheme, but at the same time, she didn't want me to be opposed of the idea either.

" I say just go with the flow, Indy. Like Thao just advised. Let him make the final move. You've already painted the path. Now it's his turn to lead. I agree with Ashley. He will definitely come around." Said Giselle.

" I can tell by the way he looked at you tonight, that he's not done with you either. This is only the beginning." She added.

Why is this conversation even happening? I just got out of a relationship with Preston. I've just met Michael literally yesterday. Ughh, I was a bit frustrated with myself for allowing my feelings to unfold, and get the best of me. Maybe Ashley is right. Maybe Michael feels the same way that I do, but he's scared of what could happen— what could actually blossom between us. The connection I felt between he and I tonight, was dangerous. Giselle is right. I'll no longer push the idea of us seeking revenge. He wants to be friends, and thats more than fine with me because I don't want him to push me away just yet. All I want is a tiny fragment of his time. When he's ready, he'll make that move for the both of us.
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*the next day*

The rays of the morning sunlight peeked its way through my windows, causing me to squeeze my eye lids tightly from its brightness. The smell of bacon, and eggs traveled in the air, immediately invading my nostrils. I turned onto my back, and slowly opened my eyes, trying not to be blinded by the day light. A soft groan escaped my lips.

" what time is it?" I looked over at the clock on my night stand and saw that it was 10:30 am.

" shit, mom started making breakfast without me." We always make breakfast together on Sunday mornings. She has a spare key for when I'm not home or can't come to the door. Why didn't she wake me? I slowly sat up onto the edge of my bed, and took a moment to gather myself before standing since I was still a bit tired from last night. I didn't get home until almost 3am hanging, and talking with the girls. Talking about Michael, about the kiss, about him coming today. Shit!! I forgot he's coming today! I quickly sprang to my feet, and went to brush my teeth. The shower was calling my name, but I'll wait until after I'm done cleaning.  Once I was done brushing my teeth, I made my way out of the room to greet my mom.

To my surprise, she'd already laid out the food onto the dining room table. Her back was facing me.

" Good morning..." I said groggily while rubbing my eyes.

She quickly turned around with a bright smile on her face. She looked so radiant as usual. Her long dark brown curls looking wild just like mine. She wore a red bandana around her head, with some big golden hoops.

" My, Peaches, good morning! You are finally up!"She responded back, lovingly. " Come my dear eat breakfast. It's ready."

She has called me peaches ever since I was a baby. It's her nickname for me. Per her words, I'm as sweet as peach cobbler. Not to mention, it's her fav dessert, and it's all she craved when pregnant with me.

" Mom, why didn't you wake me? What time did you get here?"

She shooed me away, as she continued to set the table.

" Oh peach, I came in at 9 and found you sleeping so peacefully. I didn't want to disrupt your sweet slumber. Besides, I know you were at that party over at Ashley's last night. I'm sure you got home late." She said while eyeing me the way a scolding mother would.

I let out a yawn, and stretched my arms.

" I got home almost at 3am."

She rose her brows at me.

" Well, I'm glad you made it back home safely. Did you have fun?."

I slumped down onto one of the chairs, and rested my chin on the palm of my hand. A plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes laid before me, waiting to be devoured.

" I did have fun. " I say, plainly.

My mom sat in front of me, and scooted her chair forward. " What did you girls do?"

I grabbed my fork, and began to pick at a piece of egg. Thoughts of everything that transpired last night, began to over cloud my mind. Knots started to form on my stomach remembering the kiss that I totally can't seem to shake off. It's all I can think about—his lips, his gentle touch. Not realizing I had drifted deep into thought, my mom snapped her fingers at me. Her big green eyes staring back at me with concern.

" Hello earth to Peach, earth to Peach...."

I shook my head briefly, waking back up from my sudden daze.

" sorry .... What was your question?"

She blinked a few times.

" I asked what did you girls do?"

"Oh, right..." I giggled. Mom was still staring at me, suspiciously.

I took a bite of my eggs, and chewed.

" we had dinner, and danced. You know, the usual."

" You seem distracted this morning. Are you ok?" She asked, concerningly.

I nodded. " yes mom I'm fine. I'm just still a little groggy.

" well, you can go back to bed after breakfast if you want. I can clean up for you by myself. " she assured with a smile while taking a bite of her pancake.

" mom no it's ok. I'm fine, really. I'm just not really used to being out so late. There was a lot to catch up on. I mean, after wall, I hadn't seen much of my friends after... you know what." I say while rolling my eyes.

" Hmmm" she hummed.

" well, I'm glad you were able to catch up with your friends, Peach."

We grew silent for a moment. The only sounds that came was from us chewing, and my loud refrigerator in the kitchen.

" How have you been holding up, kiddo? We don't really talk much about this subject, and it worries me sometimes."

It's true. I haven't really been wanting to talk about Preston at all. After he did what he did, I shoved all the hurt and pain deep down in the depths of me. All I wanted was just to move past it.

I looked up to see a frown on my mother's lips. Her eyes glimmered with concern. A sigh escaped my lips, as I began to once again pick at my eggs with my fork.

" I'm doing fine, mom. Life is much better without him in it, really. Healing is my main priority right now. My career, my hobbies. All of that is what's gotten most of my attention this past month. Preston is the last thing on my mind..."

" I see..." she responded while taking a sip of her orange juice.

" you know I'm here for you whenever you need to talk."

I smiled.

" I know mom...."

" I'm so proud of you. You're so strong and resilient, you know? You've come a long way."

Mom knows I used to cut myself when depression would take over my life: Those dark days are way behind me now. I'm no longer that same person.

" Thanks mom. That means a lot." I say in almost a whisper. She smiled warmly at me, while scrunching up her nose.

" So, should we do a load of laundry while I'm here? That way I can just take it with me, and dry them?" My eyes widened.

" N-no.... That won't be necessary.

Her brows tightened with curiosity.

" No? But you always wash your clothes on Sunday.."

My cheeks flushed, and the knots in my stomach returned. I looked down at my plate, trying to hide any evidence my facial expressions might give away.

" I know, but after today, I may not need to use your dryer anymore.."

" Oh? And why is that?" Her voice sounding puzzled.

I ran my fingers through my hair and gulped hard, before looking at her piercing eyes that started back at me ever so mystifying.

Why do I feel so guilty as if I did something wrong? That's the power of a mothers stare.

" Someone is coming over this after noon to fix the connection issues. An electrician, if you will.."

One of her eyebrows twitch while swallowing her food.

" you called an electrician, peach? I didn't think they work on Sundays."she says, suspiciously.

" N-no.... A friend is...actually..... coming to fix it for me..."

Her neck twitched back briefly.

" A friend? Who is this friend?" A smile pierced along her lips.

I looked away , and waved my fork around before speaking.

" someone I just met not too long ago. He so happens to be an electrician, and offered to take a look at it for me..." my heart began to race just by talking about him.

" Hm... and was this person was also at the party last night, yes?" She asked almost playfully. Ugh, how did she know? It's crazy how mothers know their children oh so well. I couldn't stop the goofy smile from spreading along my lips.

" I'd be lying to you if I said he wasn't there..."

" that explains why you seem so distracted this morning. I just knew something felt so  different."

I looked up at her, and she smirked.

" what's his name?" She asked in a teasing manner. I swallowed my food, and felt heat sting my cheeks. That goofy smile still didn't leave my lips.

" Michael...." I responded almost dreamingly.

Her stare only became more absorbing just now. As if she had something on her mind.

" he's gotten your attention, huh Peach?" Her question took me by surprise.

I lowered my brows, trying to play it cool, but in actuality, speaking of this made me so nervous. Especially because I feel like she's reading me like a damn book right now. There is no hiding my true emotions from mama bear. She sees right through me.

" why do you say that?"

" Well, for starters, your cheeks are so flustered right now. And you are fidgeting in your seat. I've never seen you turn so red talking about someone before. Hmm, You must really like him..."

Ughhhh she's like the 3rd person who's said that now.

I grabbed my orange juice to take a sip, trying to shake off the awkwardness of this moment.

" mom, I just met him."

" hm, perhaps, but it's written all over you. " she says while proceeding to cut up her pancake with a knife.

" we're just friends..." I interjected, defensively.

She looked up at me with her big green eyes so intensely, before taking a bite of her food.

" just be careful, Peach. You're just getting out of a relationship. It's not good to jump from one thing to another."

I rolled my eyes in an annoyed gesture. I just knew that was coming. It's a good thing I'm not telling her who Michael really is, exactly. She will definitely dis approve of the scandalous scheme Ashley has convinced me to partake in.

" He's just coming to fix my electrical issue, mom.."I said while giggling, and rolling my eyes, playfully.

She rose a brow at me, in an incredulous manner.

"Ok, Peach if you say so."

" He's coming around 3 by the way. So, You'll have to leave before then." She laughed, and placed her hand over her chest as though she was offended.

" And why can't I stay while he works on your electrical issue?..."

I cocked my head to the side, and giggled.

" because... you just cant.."

She glared at me, playfully.

" yet, he's only a friend that's coming to simply fix an electrical issue, hm?" She teased, while lifting a brow.

There was no hiding anything from my mother. She knows damn well that this person I speak off, has my full attention. One thing I love about my mom is that she respects my privacy, and never pushes to get any more answers than she should. I'm a grown woman, and she treats me as such.

" Don't worry, I completely get it..."

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A few hours passed, and we were finally done cleaning up my house. The Only thing left to do was mop the floors. Mom insisted that I get ready, and she'd finish the task. After all, I was running out of time. I'm sure Michael would be here soon. Before heading to the shower, I glanced at my phone and saw a message from Michael. My heart literally skipped a beat. This is the first text message he's sent me thus far since we'd exchanged numbers. I slowly bit my bottom lip, as I read it.

" Hey, I'll be there in about an hour. That's if you still want me to come."

I felt so giddy on the inside. The butterflies in my stomach , were swarming violently. Although nervous after what happened last night, I'm still very much excited to see him again.

" Yes, of course! I'll be here waiting."

I sat my phone on the dresser, and went to quickly take a shower. How would we react with one another after last night's shenanigans? I'm so embarrassed about how things transpired. Does he think I'm a slut for coming on to him the way that I did? Ugh, I hope not. Hopefully things won't be too awkward today.

After my shower, I went to look in my closet for something to wear. Still with my white towel wrapped tightly around my body, I searched. Even though part of me wanted to wear something scandalous in order to tempt and seduce him, I settled for a simple black tank and blue jeans. The material on my shirt was super soft, and smooth. I tucked it into my jeans, and put on a favorite black CoCo Chanel belt that had a golden buckle with rhinestones on it. Once dressed, I moved on to my hair and make up. All I applied was a little bit of concealer, blush, mascara, and some lip gloss. I finger combed through my puffy curls, and applied a little bit of hair moisturizer in order to tame the lions mane, as Michael would say. Any other day I would throw it in a bun, but ever since he told me he loved my hair like this last night, why not leave it down and entice him a bit?

 

I grabbed my Chanel coco mademoiselle perfume, and sprayed everywhere. My heart started to race a little at the thought of Michael being here any moment now. I stared at my reflection, in the mirror, and placed my hand on my chest, taking in a deep breath. " relax, Indya. Relax!" Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and my eyes widened.

" I'll get it!" Called out my mother.

In a panic, I tried to run out the door to stop her. Ugh, she was supposed to be gone by now. It was too late though. She had already opened the door before I could even exit my room.

" Hello, you must be Michael!" She exclaimed, excitedly.

I gulped down hard while peeking at them through the crack of my door. My vision was constricted by the small space, but it was still enough to get a glimpse of Michael's handsome face. I felt so flustered.

" You must be mom.." he responded back, charismatically."

" Yes, but please . Call me Denise. My, she sure didn't mention how handsome you were..." she teased, playfully.

I scoffed " oh my gosh mom!" Michael seemed flattered by her compliment, he looked down and giggled.

" Oh please, stop. I can see where your daughter gets her looks. She gets it from her beautiful mother."

My eyes widened again, as the butterflies immediately began to go crazy in my stomach once more.

My mother just giggled like a school girl. She loves it when people say she looks young or if they ask are we sisters. We definitely look it. My mother is 52, but looks amazing for her age. Her face barely has wrinkles, her skin is beautiful and smooth, and her body petite, and fit. She's got long, dark brown curly hair, except it's not as fluffy as mine. Her curls are more looser than mine. She also has the same big green eyes as I do. Mother is definitely a sight for sore eyes.

I quickly opened the door from my bedroom which was literally across from them, and walked out. Michael looked up at me, and our eyes immediately locked. My heart began to race, profusely.

" Hey..." I say as a smile pierced along my lips.

Mother turned around to briefly look at me, ecstatically.

" did you hear what he said, Peach? He said you get your good looks from me.." she said proudly while turning her attention back to Michael.

I simply rolled my eyes, and shook my head, playfully still keeping my eyes locked with Michael. It was definitely awkward right now, and mom was not helping.

" Ok, well I'll leave you kids to it. I don't want to hold you guys up more than I already have."

Our stare broke, as Michael now fixed his eyes at my mother, Compassionately.

" You are not holding us up, really."

" Yes she issss!" I thought to myself.

" Aw, you're so sweet, Michael. But I'm sure Peach thinks other wise. She turned to stare at me, and gave me a taunting wink. " Let me grab my purse, and be out of your hairs."

Mom walked away for a moment, leaving us standing there alone, awkwardly .

" Hey..." he finally said. My heart skipped a beat at the softness of his voice.

" I'm sorry about my mom..." I quickly apologized. He grinned.

" Don't be. She's so cute..." I nervously tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

" So , Peach?"

I giggled.

" yeah, well, That's what she has always called me throughout my whole life."

He nodded.

"Ah, I see. That's adorable." I felt my cheeks sting from the heat. Why does his presence affect me so? His penetrating eyes causes my body to react in ways I've never even felt before. Like I'm literally feeling like I'm having heat flashes right now. Lord knows I'm too young to even be going through menopause. Michael's hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and was wearing a white tee shirt, and faded blue jeans. I couldn't help but to notice the bright silver chain that hug around his neck. It shined, and enhanced the tone of his caramel complected skin somehow . This was not the time to be gawking, oh gosh.

" Thank you for coming out to fix this for me. I am really great-full. I'm forever in your debt.. " I say trying to break the awkwardness that continued to hang in the air between us.

He smiled, sincerely. While gripping onto his black tool box.

" There is no need to thank me, Indya. Neither do you owe me anything. I love what I do, and I want to be of help."

My lips parted to speak, but was quickly interrupted by my mother.

" Alright, well, I am out of here. I'll call you later, Peach.." She said while pulling me in for a hug, and planting a kiss on my cheek. I glanced over at Michael embarrassingly, but he just stood there and smiled at me with amusement. Mom pulled away, and just gave me an endearing smile. She then turned to Michael.

" It was nice meeting you, Michael. Hopefully I'll be seeing more of you around." She teased and I scowled.

"And thank you for helping my daughter out. That is really sweet of you."

" of course Ms Denise. It's my pleasure." She patted him on the arm, lovingly.

" please, just call me Denise"

He bowed his head quicky.

" Sure, Denise and it was a pleasure meeting you as well."

Mom smiled widely at us.

" You kids behave now." With that, she was out the door.

Once again, there we stood in an awkward silence. I fiddled with my fingers, but quickly stopped, and placed my hands on my hips instead. The last thing I needed was for him to notice my nervousness once more.

" you're nervous again..." he finally said, breaking the silence between us. His stare was sharp, and challenging.

My eyes bulged in a mortified way, as the heat began to creep back into my cheeks again.

" what—- no—"

He smirked.

" You don't have to be nervous with me..."

My lips parted to say something, but words just couldn't come out. His stare bore into mine even more intensely, and I felt my bottom lip quiver slightly.

" I'm fine, really." I say softly. Ughhhhhh I hate that he can sense when I'm nervous. How can he fucking tell???

I tried to force a smile, and quickly deflected.

" well,  shall we? I'll show you the way to the laundry room." I began to walk, and he followed. I was cursing at myself for allowing him to sense my nervousness yet again. The sound of his boots against my floor while he walked, was loud as it echoed throughout the living room. Meanwhile, I was trying to gather myself. the more I'm left alone with him, the more I feel like I can't slow the beating of my wild heart. The laundry room area, is tucked into a corner on the left side of the house not far from where my dining room is. I turned around, and stood while pointing over at the area.

" There it is. " we exchanged smiles as he walked past me towards the washer and dryer. The smell of his cologne immediately hit my nostrils. His scent lingered in the air, marking the path of which he walked.

" Now, I may have to replace and re wire the cables. How old is this home? When was it built?" He asked while placing his tool box on the dryer. I shrugged. "I'm not quite sure. I believe it could have been built back in the early 90s . I'd have to look at the documents from when I purchased my home ."

He nodded.

" Very well. So, If you have an older home, usually more than 40 years old, chances are your wiring is outdated. Modern technology and the increased demand for electricity requires modern wiring."

I narrowed my eyes at him, giving a confused glare. " yeah but my house is not 40 years old."

He laughed. " I know, but it's still a possibility that the wiring is outdated. Keeping your home's wiring system up to date with your electrical needs is crucial for the safety of your home." You mentioned that you were able to use your washer, no? Only the dryer gave you issues?"

" Yeah. I never had an issue using the washer."

Michael rubbed his chin, as he pondered.

" Hm, I'm surprised the previous owners did not update the wiring. Not doing so can be hazardous." I lowered my brows in horror.

" hazardous? As in my house can catch on fire?"

He laughed again at my dramatic reaction. The sound of his laughter is like music to my ears.

" Well yeah, but luckily I'm here to keep that from happening."

I felt a sudden ease take over, as I let out a sigh of relief. The last thing I need is for my home to catch on fire.

Michael began to move the dryer out the way so that he can reach for the outlet. I couldn't help but notice how his biceps protruded through his white tee shirt.  The veins on his arms stuck out, each time his muscles flexed. The last two times I've seen him, he had on a leather jacket. But Not today. I was able to get a much better view of his lean, yet nicely built body. His arms weren't big, but had enough visible muscle to make them flex as he moved. I was literally ogling this man down. My cheeks burning feverishly at the site of him. What the hell is wrong with me? One of the sexiest things to me is a handy man. Watching him fix this electrical issue for me, was strangely turning me on. I need to gather myself quickly before he notices. The last thing I need is a repeat of last night. I quickly looked away, trying to focus my eyes on something else other than him.

" well, I'll leave you to it. I don't want to be a nuisance." I say, breaking the sudden silence between us.

" don't be silly, Indya. You're in no way a nuisance. Please, you don't have to leave. Unless of course you have something else to attend to?" He says while glancing up at me, assuringly. He was now on his knees.

I bit the inside of my cheek while crossing my arms over my abdomen. "Indya, do NOT let him sense your nervousness!" I wasn't this nervousness the first time we were in my home alone. Why am I so nervous now? Maybe because of what happened last night. It's left me feeling so very unsettled and tense, especially because of how he left. I don't know what's going through his mind right now. I mean, we kissed! And right now he's acting as if last night didn't happen. He's so normal, cool, and collected while I'm over here sweating bullets.

I force a smile, and lean my back against the wall.

" ok...." I simply say.

" How long have you lived here?" He asked while unscrewing the outlet, but glancing up at me at the same time, attentively. As much as his stare intimidates me, I had to suck it up .

" you mean here in North Carolina or in this house?" Michael giggled. " both.."

I placed the heel of my foot onto the wall as I adjusted my body a bit to face him more.

" I've only been in this state for maybe less than 10 years. I got this house almost 2 years ago. "

" Oh, where are you originally from?"

" San Francisco, california."

" Nice, I have family in Los Angeles. I travel that way all the time. Especially to visit my mother and siblings."

My eyes widened in amazement. Could we seriously not have anymore in common?

" Oh, you're from cali too?" He grinned, and let out a soft laugh.

" Not exactly. I'm originally from Gary, Indiana. I moved to Cali in my teen years. "

I pursed my lips. " Oh.."

" So, how do you like it here?" He asked .

" Honestly? I love Raleigh. The college I went to was incredibly amazing. My friends also came down from California. We followed eachother here eventually after transferring colleges. "

" North Carolina state university?" He asked. I nodded.

" Yes..."

" That's definitely such a fine academic institution. What did you go to school for? In better words, what do you do? I didn't get to ask you this yesterday. "

A warm smile spread along my lips. All these inquisitive question made me feel so at ease. Not to mentioned flattered that he's actually interested in getting to know me. I've never had anyone show such gesture before.

" I have my masters in vet tech. I currently work at a veterinary clinic with all the cute doggies and kitties." I say proudly.

Michael's eyes rose, and his expression filled with such warmth and wonder.

" That is amazing, and might I add impressive, Indya. It's rare to run into someone like yourself who seems to have their life together, and a good head on her shoulders at that. You should be proud of all your accomplishments." I was blushing again.

" Thank you, I really, really am. It was alot of hard work, but I am finally enjoying the fruits of my labor. Buying this home was a major stepping stone into adulthood for me. "

" How old are you, if you don't mind me asking." He asked.

" I'm 27."

" Oh so young..."

" well, How old are you?"

" 32.."

I bit my lip. " oh..."

" what?" He asked throwing me a bashful smile, and I giggled.

" I just thought you were my age, that's all."

"Oh, is that a bad thing?"  I shook my head and giggled.

" No, you just look younger."

" believe me, I'm flattered." He responded amusingly.

" How do YOU like it here?" I asked drawing emphasis on the you.

He stopped what he was doing, then turned his whole attention towards me.

" I really love it. The people here are chill, and quiet. It's very peaceful. The scenery, the trees, the flowers that bloom in spring. It's beautiful to be honest. Plus, you get to see snow in winter? There is nothing better than actually experiencing a white Christmas. It's a whole different vibe than Cali. I would never live there again. It's nothing there for me... "

There was a sudden coldness in his tone just now . His stare drifted off as though he was in deep thought. The hurt that I've seen in his eyes once before, that I've heard in his tone of voice, lingered there yet again. Every time he speaks of the past, his whole aura changes. He becomes almost eerie.

" what about your family?" I asked.

" yeah, thats about the only thing, really. But I will only go there to visit them. That's it. Everyone and everything else can go to hell." He went back to focus on the electrical wires hanging out of the outlet. "

His last sentence left me utterly flabbergasted. So much irritation in his voice just then. I wanted to ask him more questions. His past has me so damn intrigued. I wanted nothing more than to dissect him right now. I won't do it though. Michael seems so skeptical about sharing certain parts of his life. He must have a good reason to do so. I'll wait patiently for the day he decides to finally open up to me.

"hmmm" I simply responded in a hum.

Something tells me that getting to know Michael will be a roller coaster ride.

I'm here for it though...

To be continued

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" Alright. Just like I thought, I had to rewire the whole outlet. Whoever built this house probably used cheap and older materials instead of the most up to date ones. Hopefully there is nothing else re wired wrong inside the home."

He stood up from where he was kneeling, and dusted his hands off.

" I am all done here. The outlet should now work, and you should be able to use the dryer ."

My eyes lit up with excitement. He finished so quickly.

" What? Really? That's it??" I ask dumbfounded.

He smiled widely and released a few giggles.

" Yeah. I told you it was an easy fix. Here, we'll test it out just to be 100 percent sure."

"Ok..." I say a little too enthused. It was really hard to hide the excitement in my voice. I wanted to jump up, and down with joy. I'm sure Michael sensed this, because he seemed excited to test it out himself. My excitement was rubbing off on him.

He leaned down, and plugged the dryer into the outlet. Afterwards, he pushed the dryer back in its place...

I stood there watching, and anxiously waiting—hoping it finally worked.

He pressed the button to start the dryer, and lo and behold, it worked! It didn't make any weird noises, it didn't stop after a few seconds. It actually functioned properly. At this point, I could not contain my happiness any longer. Every muscle in my body tingled with excitement. I placed my hands over my head with my mouth slightly ajar. Michael turned off the dryer and slowly turned to face me, giving a look of gratification.

" looks like you have yourself a working dryer!"

I bounced on my toes, happily, and next thing I knew, I sprang into his arms and hugged him without even thinking.

" Oh my gosh thank you thank you thank you!! You are so amazing! You've made my life so much easier. " I jumped with excitement while still hugging him. His body became tense, and rigid against my own. My eyes were closed, but I quickly opened them, feeling appalled with myself for such reaction. My lips parted in embarrassment and I quickly, yet slowly pulled away from him. Our eyes met with a quickness. The look of shock was plastered all over his face. I'm sure he was not expecting such outburst. Our faces were only inches away. So close, I could feel his breath tickle my skin. The gleam in his eyes were so tender. I smiled awkwardly, and backed away from his embrace.

" I—I'm so sorry" I ran my fingers through my hair, nervously. " I just got a little bit too excited..."

A warm and endearing smile snuck its way to the corner of his lips. His eyes still burning right through mine.

" No need to apologize. It makes me happy to see you so happy.This is what I love to do. I completely understand your reaction. And you're welcome..."

" How much do I owe you?" I asked.

" Absolutely nothing... " my brows tightened. I was not expecting him to do this work for free."

" What? N-nno... I know how expensive this type of work can cost if I would have called an actual electrician to come here. I must pay you for your hard work..." I insisted.

Michael giggled " an actual electrician? Ouch, I'm offended"

I then pouted. " No, I didn't mean- I didn't mean it that way. I know you do this for a living...."

A playful grin formed on his lips, while giving me
An attentive glance. He seemed to find my reaction amusing.

"Look, we are friends. I don't need nor want your money. I did this out of the kindness of my heart." He placed his hand on his chest as he spoke. The sincerity in his voice pulled at my heart strings.—gentleness sparkled in his stare making me melt helplessly before him. I wanted to hug Michael again, kiss him, but I must refrain.

" At least let me make it up to you somehow... why don't you stay for dinner? I can cook us something, maybe even order door dash if you don't trust my cooking. Hell, I don't even trust my own cooking. We can just order DoorDash."

At this point Michael was laughing at me, flashing his pearly whites.

" what?" I asked innocently while fluttering my lashes at him. His laughter and smile was hypnotizing me.

He moved his neck back, and just glared at me, flirtatiously. It caused my cheeks to sting feverishly once again, and for my heart to start beating fast. I'm sure he could see my rosy cheeks.

" You're just cute. That's all..." I found myself slowly smiling while biting my bottom lip. The butterflies immediately aggressively fluttered in my insides.

" So, does that mean it's a yes then? You'll stay for dinner?" I ask. With my eyes pleading, and my voice hopeful. I didn't want the night to end.

He cocked a brow, and released a sigh.

" perhaps..." I felt excitement brewing within me once more, as the biggest smile formed on my face.

" on one condition though.."

He gave me serious, yet playful stare.

" oh? And what condition might that be?"

" that you allow ME, to treat YOU" he responded while pointing a finger at me. I felt my smile slowly fade, as my brows knitted into a frown.

" but... I wanted to treat YOU..."

" ah, ah, I said one condition.... Did I not?..."

Damn it! I must choose my battles wisely. Why is he so stubborn?

I crossed my arms over my abdomen and scowled, feeling easily defeated.

" If that's what it takes in order to have you as my guest in my home a little longer, then fine." He flashed me a satisfied smirk.

" Very well then. Do you like Thai food?" He asked.

" I love it..."

" Perfect. We shall have Thai food then. I know this one place that has the very best, and nothing but the best. I'll order through door dash."

" Ok, sounds good."  I really didn't care what we ordered as long as I get to enjoy his company a little bit longer. I'm so excited that he agreed to stay for dinner with me.

The nerves and jitters were slowly dissipating. I was feeling more at ease with Michael now compared to how I felt when he first walked into the house. he's just so sweet, charming, funny and down to earth— a breath of fresh air. Regardless of what happened last night, he was still being his normal self and not making things anymore awkward for me.

We made our way to the dining room table, and sat across from each-other, face to face. The light from the chandelier beneath us, was set to a light glow, illuminating the area around us gently.. The sun was starting to set, so there wasn't much light coming in from the outside. Michael pulled out his phone and began to order the food.

" and what would the beautiful lady like?" He asked,  charmingly. I gave a warm smile accompanied by a burning flush . He looks so handsome underneath the dimmed light. It made his skin tone glow much more radiantly.

"pad Thai with tofu..."

" good choice. I think I'll have the same.  " He smiled at me, and it made my heart suddenly race. Being alone with him like this is so tempting. Especially after getting a taste of him last night. I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful, plump lips. Remembering what his warm mouth tasted like, sent shivers down my spine. There is nothing I yearned for more than to feel his lips on my own again.

" what's on your mind, Indya?"Michael asked suddenly.

Feeling off guard, I quickly shook my head waking up from my sudden daze. It feels like I may have been day dreaming for minutes. My lips twitched before speaking. I couldn't even look him in the eyes. Instead , I focused on his nose. What am I supposed to say? That I was day dreaming about kissing him again? Ugh...

" I'm sorry, Michael." His brows furrowed in confusion.

" for what?"

I slowly bit my lip, scared of what was going to come out my mouth. Scared that what I bring up, will make him want to stand up and leave again... but I must or else it will eat me up alive.

" I'm—— I'm. So sorry about last night. For crossing that line. "I say, still refusing to look him in the eyes.

He placed his elbows onto the table and leaned his face forward closer to me. The chair scraped against the floor with a rhythmic screech from his movements.

" sorry? Indya, You have no reason to be sorry." He responded in a serious, yet gentle tone.

" why are you always apologizing? You did nothing wrong last night."

" I pressured you...." my voice quivered.

" you did not..."

" but—-"

"Indya... please look at me..." he interrupted with a sigh.

I quickly obliged, and locked eyes with him. The intensity of his stare was already giving me butterflies.

" there is nothing that happened last night that I didn't want to happen. I'm a grown ass man.."

I gulped hard. His voice, his words were making me weak.

" I'm not going to lie. I do feel attracted to you in more ways than one. I know you feel the same. Why else would you always be so nervous around me?" I felt like I lost all ability to breathe just now. His stare was so deep and penetrating, it made my whole body tingle.

" Then...Then why did you leave like that last night?" I asked, sadly. He took a moment to really think of what to respond back, but I gave him no time to.

" I know you said it wasn't me, but I beg to differ. Maybe you really didn't enjoy kissing me as much as I enjoyed kissing you..." there was a hint of sadness in my tone. I'm sure Michael noticed, because his brows knitted into a frown.

" Is that what you think? That I didn't enjoy it?" I slowly nod. He sighed once again through his nose and folded his hands together. Elbows still pressed onto the table. His stare still focused on mine, so attentively.

" I did enjoy it. Perhaps a little too much..." he admitted, softly. I felt my heart begin to race, as heat began to sting my cheeks. Hearing him admit it, was so damn relieving.

" really?" I ask trying to hide the smirk that peeked at the corner of my mouth.

" Yes.."

"I... I don't understand. That still doesn't explain why you left so abruptly last night."

Michael unexpectedly reached across the table, and grabbed my hand. The sudden warmth my tinging skin felt from his touch, caused my hand to twitch. His thumb languidly caressed the top of it.

" I'm sorry if my abrupt departure hurt your feelings, Indya. It was not my intention whatsoever." His jaw then tightened.

" I know that your intentions are to seek revenge.... Is it not?"

I straightened my posture, and slowly nodded. I listened attentively to what he was going to say next.

" Indya, I'm trying to be a little bit more realistic here if you will. I've never had a good experience with a friends with benefit situation. I don't want either of us to get hurt along the way. It's a very dangerous game to play, and We've already been through enough with Preston, and Kiera. That's why I left. I left because I DID like the kiss...and if I had stayed any longer last night, I would have went home with you, no doubt. I would have gave in, and we both would've been in trouble..."

In trouble? Thinking about what he could have meant by that, had me wanting to fan myself. A feverish Heat was starting to build back up throughout my body. He turns me on so much without barely even lifting a finger.

He continued to caress the top of my hand, so softly, so slowly. I wonder if he could feel my heart beating? It was relieving to know he was indeed tempted last night. It was not all in my head after all. The connection I felt last night, he felt it too.

" You're a sweet girl, Indya. You don't deserve to settle for something like this. A relationship is the last thing I desire. I don't want to be committed to anyone. I don't want to hurt you, ok?"

So, that's it? Ashley was absolutely right all along. He is scared. I gave his hand a little squeeze, as I penetrated my stare even deeper into his tender brown eyes. I needed him to feel me right now.

" I'm a big girl, Michael. I can handle my own weight. You don't have to worry a thing about my feelings. I'm the one who suggested it in the first place, not you. And who says I want a relationship? I don't want one either. We both still need to heal."

" Yes, but eventually you will want one. I'm not oblivious to our connection, Indya. I feel it too..."

Ugh, see? He felt it all along. I wasn't crazy!

" Ok? and what if I do then? What's so wrong with that?"

He hesitated for a moment to respond. He bit the inside of his cheek, and scowled.

" Everything , Indya, because I won't be able to reciprocate, and give you what you want..."

" You don't even know what I want, Michael."

He narrowed his eyes at me.

" Look, I don't want to find love. I don't care about finding love. I don't ever want to find love EVER again..." he said, sadly. My brows knitted down into a frown.

" Is that what you think I'll eventually want from you? Love?"

" yes." He said, sternly.

I shook my head trying to shake off what he's trying to assume.

" You are wrong..." I lied, hesitantly.

His brows lifted as if he was humored.

" So, you're not open to love in the future? I'm not talking about just with me. I'm speaking in general."

" Well, yyyeah..." I hesitated. " why wouldn't I not want to be open to finding love? Just because of one bad experience, doesn't mean I have to  shut it out in the future completely. "

" Exactly. That's the difference between you and me. I'm not open to it at all. I don't want to ever find love again, and I don't ever want it to find me. You still want to find love though so why even do this with me? It'll only hinder you from finding what your heart truly desires."

I furrowed my brows with worry. Why is he saying he's not open to love at all anymore? So much hurt, lingered in his stare, and in his voice. It was so intense, and consuming. Whatever happened to him in the past, must've shattered him completely. It didn't help that Kiera broke his heart as well.

"I want to find love, yes, but not right now. Like I stated earlier, we are both still healing. " Michael shook his head.

" You don't get it...."

"Well, help me to understand?" My eyes were desperately looking into his with so much absorption. He just stared back at me, blankly.

"Why are you so against finding love again? You deserve to be happy, Michael. I get not wanting to find love now, because of what Kiera did..."

" No, no... it's not just about Kiera." He said, raising his voice a bit in frustration. I felt my body tremble, and I twitched back at his tone. I didn't dare say another word until he gets whatever he needs to get off his chest.

" it's about every one else that crosses my path. I fall in love, give my heart away, just for everyone to do the same shit over and over again.  Getting cheated on, being taken for granted, being lied to. I'm sick of all of it! Fool me once shame on you...Fool me twice and that's on me. Bah, Fuck love...." The coldness in his voice sent shivers down my spine. Seeing how broken he really was, ripped my heart into shreds. How could anyone ever take this beautiful man for granted? All I wanted was to embrace him ever so tightly, kiss him tenderly, and say everything will be ok. If only I could erase his past, and make him desire to find love again— love him the correct way like he deserves.

He's so kind, and has so much love to give, I can see it in his eyes, in the way he kissed me last night . He is a gentle soul with a disrupted spirit. I hate that Michael has been through so much heartbreak to the point where he doesn't even want to open his heart up to anyone else anymore even if the person has good intentions. It's such a tragedy waiting to happen for him, and for anyone else who crosses his path. Mainly me... because I know that I could easily fall in love with him. Even though I'm aware of this, I still want to let him inside my world.  Such a shame, and such a waste. It's clear that he's fighting demons with his past. What happened? I don't know. Will I ever know? Only time will tell. Although i feel disappointed, I get it. He doesn't want to do this whole affair thing out of protecting my feelings. Or maybe he's just trying to protect his own? Maybe he knows that he could easily fall in love with me as well. Either way it goes, I'm not pushing the issue any further. If he wants to do anything with me at all, it has to be on his own accord. I wanted to say so much more to him but what's the use? He seems to pretty much have his mind made up on the matter... so, I'll save my breath.

" I.... I completely understand...." I finally responded with sympathy beaming through my eyes, and my grip on his hand only tighter now.

" don't do that..." he says, softly but with a hint of sadness.

" don't do what?"

" look at me that way. Like you feel sorry for me. I don't want your sympathy..." he says looking down, shamefully.

" hey...." I say sweetly trying to find his stare again. His eyes quicky bore into mines once more . I gave him a tender and warm smile. intertwining my fingertips into his. I couldn't kiss or hug him like I wanted to, but I needed him to feel with just my touch, my stare, with just my words that everything would be ok. That I am here as a friend first and foremost.

" friends, ok? I'm ok with being just friends...." I whispered. " just know that I'm here if you ever need to talk.... No judgement."

There was a knock at the door, and we both flinched from the startle. This intense moment had us both so disconnected from the real world around us. I almost forgot we ordered food.

" The food...." He finally said waking me from my daze. My eyes suddenly widened.

" right..."

I quickly got up, and went to go fetch it which was left at the front door.

I dropped the food off at the dinning room table, then grabbed some candles, and lit them on the table. I can see Michael staring at me from my peripheral, and I giggled lightly.

" what?"

" why are you lighting so many candles? If I wasn't mistaken, it almost seems as though you're trying to seduce me...."  He spoke languidly. His voice a soft murmur.

I glanced up to find him staring back at me, flirtatiously. A sexy smirk dangled at the corner of his mouth. My heart was beating so fast...

It's funny, because he's trying so hard to make it seem like he can resist me, but we both know he can't. That's why he contradicts himself by still flirting with me somehow.

" I don't know. That depends. Are you seducible?? " his brow twitched, and I found myself biting my lower lip with a grin. The moment was interrupted with the notifications on my phone going off back to back.

" Do you need to get that?" He asked.

I went in the fridge, and grabbed some wine and two glasses.

" Na, it's probably my friends blowing me up."

" what could they possibly be blowing you up about?" He teased, suspiciously.

I put the wine bottle, and wine glasses onto the table, and sat back down in front of Michael. I scooted my chair forward, and pursed my lips.

" well, they do know you are here so they probably want to know how it went...."

" is that all they want to know?" I glanced up at the question, and he cocked a brow at me daringly. Why is he tormenting me right now?

My lips curled into a smirk.

" Anyway, I just love candles. The soft light from the flames relaxes me. I'll have you know, that I happen to enjoy simple things like candle light dinners." Michael giggled at the fact that I deflected, I'm sure.

" and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that..." Michael assured, through a charming wink.

I took the food out the bag, and handed him his, while he poured us some red wine into the glass.
Dinner was actually nice. Conversations flowed casually normal. There was no talk of the past anymore or anything sad. We were simply talking about normal things. Laughing, and cracking jokes. Sharing what our fav movies or type of music was. Surprisingly, we have the same taste in music. We appreciate every genre. It was nice finally talking music with someone who understood what I was talking about. It's hard to bond with people through music these days— especially in this generation of young adults. Being able to bond with Michael this way, was fun and refreshing to say the least. It was something we didn't get to do yesterday in the presence of all my friends. Plus we weren't high right now. And I didn't feel the need to even get high. Though our earlier conversation was turning into something dark, I'm glad it somehow deflected into a more positive outcome. I want to know more about his haunting past eventually, but right now I'd rather see him laughing, and smiling.

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** this part will be written in 3rd person**

" So, your friends mentioned yesterday that you draw. Where is your art work" I don't see it hanging up anywhere?" Michael asked curiously as he helped clear the table.

It's true, although Indya was very artsy, she kept her home quite simple, and unadorned. She really didn't have much time to shop for home decor after purchasing the house due to her busy schedule. She kept all of her work in a private room that she considered to be the office space. Her art room, if you will. In there lies all art, including her writing, music and instruments.

" That's because I have it all in my office..."  She responded while putting away the unfinished containers of food inside the fridge. It was definitely too much food. The potions were plentiful.They could have shared out of one. Indya thought the food was super delicious just like Michael said it would be. Definitely the best Thai food place she'd had in this town thus far.

" Can you show me? I'd love to see your work." Indya glanced up at him with surprise as his eyes glistened with such enthusiasm. Joy filled her heart by how engrossed he was into what she's most passionate about—- her art work. No one's ever shown such interest in the past. Not even Preston. She loved the attentiveness.

" Yeah, I'd love to...."

Indya led them into her private room, as Michael followed. Although it was getting a little late, and he had work in the morning, going home was the last thing he desired. He enjoyed indya's company, beauty, and grace. Everything about her enthralled him beyond measure, and he couldn't seem to get enough. He found her to be quite alluring, actually. It was the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him. Her smile illuminated her face in a way that left him so enchanted. This girl had a ravishing beauty about her that was just so exotic, and sultry.

Indya was starting to get so nervous again. She literally was about to share with him something so sacred— her haven of joy. She didn't have any kids or pets but her art were her babies. Sharing her art with someone, was a different form of intimacy— especially since she didn't really share her private room with just anyone.

They walked into the room, and Indya turned on the light. The art immediately illuminated the room with all sorts of  mesmerizing colors. Some were on canvases, some were incomplete paintings. Others were displayed on the wall. Michael walked inside, and looked around with such wonderment.  He was mesmerized by all the beautiful pieces of art displayed before him. It made him see Indya in a whole new different light now. What an interesting person she is, he thought. She's Beautiful, has her shit together, and beyond talented. If there is one thing he loved most, was cultured individuals. Especially since he is one that appreciates the beauty of art in all of its forms. There were paintings of cascading waterfalls, portraits of friends, portraits of animals indya had seen during a hike , even some plants and flowers. Some were photographs that's shed taken as well. She also enjoys photography.  Michael's attention then went to a portrait on a canvas in the middle of the room.

It immediately caught his attention because of its precise details, and the spot where it was located. It was secluded away from the rest of the paintings.. It was of a middle aged blackman that looked like to be at the beach, with a white wife beater on. His skin tone was milk chocolate, eyes were light brown and lids droopy. he noticed that she'd taken the time to draw every wrinkle, and crevice. The man wasn't smiling, but he could tell that the man in the picture was still happy, and loved beyond measure. He could see it in the sparkle of his eyes.

Indya's heart immediately fluttered as she noticed his attention on the painting. He started at it quietly with so much absorption. It was a portrait she sketched of her father a few years ago— a portrait she will forever treasure. It was from a picture that she had taken of him at the beach when she was just a young child . the sun was bright that day, and the skies were clear. He looked so happy, and healthy, although he hated to smile. This was before he was diagnosed with liver failure. He knew of her love for art and photography, and always encouraged it by buying the tools needed to cultivate that talent. He bought Indya her very first professional Polaroid camera, because he wanted to support her dreams.

" this one is really good, very detailed. " Michael complimented.

Indya cracked a smile, as she stood next to him.

" who is he? I can tell he's important, because I can see that you took your time..."

Indya felt a knot in her throat but fought through it. It's been a while since she'd mention her father- Let alone talked about him to anyone.

" That's my dad. He passed away when I was 10. "    A smile creeped at the corner of her mouth.

Michael quickly glanced over at her with Sympathy.

" Oh... Indya, I'm so sorry."

Michael felt so bad. Almost damn near guilty that he would question her about something so delicate. Indya didn't mind though. She loved her father so much. Talking about him made her feel so happy. He was the most important person in her life.

" No, it's ok, really. " she smiled assuringly.

" This is indeed my fav piece of work. I want to hang it up on the wall in my living room so bad, but I still can't bring myself to do so. Therefore, I keep it in here. "

Indya could see that Michael was staring at her through her peripheral.

" Why don't you want to hang it up?" He asked, and she looked up to meet his gaze. Her shoulders shrugged.

" I'm just not ready, I guess. Seeing this on my wall everyday would make me sad." Michael's stare softened. His heart definitely was going out to her. He wanted to ask what happened with her father so badly, but he didn't want to be rude and insensitive.

" even though you look like your mom a lot , I can also see the resemblance in your dad. " he said, while focusing his eyes back into the painting. "

" hmm" Indya hummed.

" I have his sharp features and smile... that's why. Even though you don't see him smiling here. He hated to smile. People thought he was such a grumpy old man" she giggled while reminiscing.

" but, he was the most kindest, loving person I've ever met. This is actually a sketch from a picture I took when I was only a kid..."

" Indya, This is impressive work, and I see you are also into photography..." Michael looked up at her, and Their gazes locked. She smiled widely, as the butterflies in her stomach began to take over.

" Yeah all thanks to my dad. He always encouraged me to fulfill my dreams even at an early age. He saw something in me, and believed in my potential. I'll forever be grateful of him for that. "

A gentle, and tender smile tugged at the corner of Michael's mouth. He was hypnotized by  her beautiful smile: This moment made him feel something even more intense for Indya. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he appreciated the intimacy between them right now.

" I'm sure your dad is smiling down on you from heaven feeling oh so proud of the woman you've become, and All that you've accomplished..." Indya's stare grew more intense. Although Michael didn't know this, but she sought comfort in his kind words. Her eyes became glossy, and she fought hard not to allow a tear to roll down her cheek. Michael immediately noticed because of how the greenish tint in her eyes sparkled differently just now. He didn't want her to cry. Seeing such thing would break his heart. He broke the stare from hers and immediately noticed a light tanned colored acoustic guitar leaning on the wall a few feet away. His brows furrowed with delight.

" Do you play?" He asks while walking towards it.

" Hmm?" She asked not sure of what he was referring to.

" The acoustic. Do you play?" He asked again.

Indya diverted her focus back since she was still distracted from her father's painting.

" Oh, yes. I usually play it when I perform at the poetry club."

Michael picked up the guitar and admired it thoroughly. Indya began to walk over to where he now was, as a grin curled onto her lips.

" isn't she a beauty?" She asked, finding his admiration for the instrument adorable. He nodded.

" How long have you been playing?"

She shrugged while wrapping her arms around her abdomen.

" since high school. My mom paid for the classes, and I've been playing ever since.

Ok, so she's beautiful, can draw, sing and play music? This sparked his intrigue even more so now. He's never met anyone quite like her before. Someone so artistically inclined just like hisself.

" is there anything you can't do?" He asked teasingly. His eyes darted up to meet hers so charmingly which sent shivers down her spine.

Indya grinned " I can't really cook.." Michael chuckled.

" will you play something for me?" Indya's eyes widened, as her heart stopped. His request took her by surprise. Michael really wanted to hear her play. Bonding through music meant the world to him. Knowing that she knows how to play, turned him on more than just physically.

" please..." he pleaded since he saw how skeptical she appeared right now.

Indya nervously bit her lip. She was never nervous to play in front of a crowd. Why is she so nervous now? Then again, She's never played privately for a man or anyone else for that matter before. She always only did it on stage. As much as this terrified her, she just couldn't tell him no.

"O-ok.... What do you want me to play?" She hesitated. Michael's eyes lit up.

" Anything. What was the last song you performed at the poetry club?"

She shyly tucked a piece of curl behind her ear.

" a song I had written a few months ago. It's one of my favorite pieces, actually... it's titled birds of a feather."

" wait, you compose your own songs too?" He felt thoroughly impressed. He already knew that she wrote her own songs per what her friends said yesterday, but actually compose it? His heart literally skipped a beat.

" yes..." she responded, humbly.

" I want to hear it. Please, will you play it for me?"his voice was low, and soft. His gaze piercing, and filled with anticipation. " as nervous as she felt right now, she really wanted to play for him, because he'd ask her to. He seemed genuinely interested, and curious, and it warmed her heart beyond belief. There was nothing she wanted more than to be able to share her talent with him right now. She found his attentiveness, and intrigue in this matter to be so endearing. She would give anything to make him smile.

She took in a deep breath, then released it trying to calm her fast, beating heart. " relax Indya, it will be like performing at the poetry club. This will be no different."

" Ok..."  she hesitantly agreed. Michael's smile was beaming with excitement. He handed her the guitar, and eagerly waited for her next move. Her palms were sweaty, and her hands trembled.

Indya swallowed hard, and stared down at the guitar. Her nerves hadn't settled yet. She didn't want to lock eyes with Michael. No, doing so, will only make it worse. Even though she can already feel his stare penetrating her.

She lowered her body onto the floor until she was sitting in Indian style. Michael sat down as well in front of her keeping a decent amount of distance between them. The sight of her holding the guitar, was enough to make Michaels heart gallop, like a wild horse. He took a mental photograph of it, because he didn't want to ever forget how beautiful she looked just now. Indya adjusted the strings to her liking , and immediately started to feel less nervous. This is her passion after all. Singing is what makes her happy.

She then began to delicately strum the strings of the guitar, as a slow acoustic melody began to play. The most sweetest, harmonizing hum softly vibrated from her lips before actually singing any words. Michael was immediately, paralyzed with enchantment.

Indya felt such an adrenaline rush take over. She could not believe that she was actually doing this.

"I want you to stay
'Til I'm in the grave
'Til I rot away, dead and buried
'Til I'm in the casket you carry

The strumming on the acoustic only started to pick up a little faster all of a Sudden, which impressed Michael greatly. Her skills were commendable.

"If you go, I'm going too, uh
'Cause it was always you, alright
And if I'm turnin' blue, please don't save me
Nothing left to lose without my babyyyy

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know
I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone
Can't change the weather, might not be forever
But if it's forever, it's even better
And I don't know what I'm cryin' for
I don't think I could love you more
It might not be long, but baby, IIII

I'll love you 'til the day that I die

'Til the day that I diiiiiie
'Til the light leaves my eyes
'Til the day that I diiiiie"

Her voice was rich, and velvety smooth. It was soft, and ethereal; Angelic, almost. Michael was lost in the words of her song, so consumed by the harmonic sounds of the acoustic and that beautiful voice that seemed to blend in so perfectly with everything . He was caught in such a trance watching how she swayed her body swiftly to the rhythm she created, with her eyes tightly closed. Her curly hair bouncing with each movement. He was so engulfed by her beauty. He could see that she was in her element right now which was so raw, and sacred. He was impressed by the range in her voice and how she held the notes, perfectly through each pitch. Being a musician himself, he couldn't help but pay attention to all the little details.

Indyas eyes then opened up before singing the next verse, to find him staring back at her intensely with so much absorption. She was scared to look him in the eyes at first, but now mustered the courage to do so. His consuming gaze sent shivers down her spine but she will not stop. She will not let it intimidate her. She continued to sing the next part, but made sure she penetrated her gaze more onto his ever so charmingly. Her lashes were batting languidly.

 

"I want you to see, hm
How you look to me, hm
You wouldn't believe if I told ya
You would keep the compliments I throw ya

But you're so full of shit, uh
Tell me it's a bit, no

Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted
Say you wanna quit, don't be stuuuuupid..."

It was then that Michael realized something. Indya is the most beautifulest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Yes, she is definitely the prettiest of them all.  Her face is a masterpiece of symmetry. Her skin, flawless like satin. The rosy blush on the cheeks made her look so whole some, and charming. Her exotic almond shaped eyes were deep pools of green, reflecting the surrounding world. A world he found himself desperately wanting to be a part of. The way she stared back at him while singing, was playful, flirty, yet so sultry. It had Michael's heart racing. His mind filled with thoughts. Thoughts of her, and what his impulses wanted to do in that very  moment; which was to kiss her. After experiencing that electrifying kiss with her last night, it's all he's been able to think about. It's all he's been yearning for again.... And again. He was mad at himself for feeling that way. He doesn't want this at all. Michael wanted to be able to see her as only a friend so badly, but the burning desires he already felt, made it damn near impossible to— it's too late. He didn't want to lose control of his senses, and emotions. Which is why he decided on not having a fling. He knew the moment he'd kissed her, he was not going to be able to get enough. Michael wanted more. He wanted all of Indya.

Indya was enjoying each moment, and taking in every look, and reaction she was getting from him. The way he'd smile, and giggle at certain parts of the song, engaging in every second of it. There was nothing more intimate than this for her. She was indeed in her element doing what she loved the most. This moment was simply so magical, and surreal. Michael felt the same way. Indya closed her eyes again as she was getting to the last verses of the song. Her voice softened, the strumming slowed..

"And I don't know what I'm cryin' for
I don't think I could love you more
Might not be long, but baby, IIIII
Don't wanna say goodbye

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know
I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone
Can't change the weather, might not be forever
But if it's forever, it's even better

It's even better...

Ta da dada na na uh

Mmmm"

Indya didn't notice, but as the singing was coming to an end, Michael was slowly inching his way closer. It was almost as though the song released some sort of magic dust into the air casting a spell on him. He tried to fight away his impulses but in the end, they won. He was so drunk with desire for her. All he wanted at this moment was to claim her succulent lips and kiss them.

Indya finished singing, and slowly opened her eyes. To her surprise, Michael was right in-front of her face. His eyes were clouded with passion, as he gazed at her deeply. She let out a little gasp from the shock of how close he was. Of how close he continued getting. She held her gaze, but it was getting hard to. It was weakening her body. She was confused at the same time. The way he stared was different than any other time. There was hunger in them, and it intimidated her so. She wanted to break the stare so bad, but she was paralyzed.

His hand gently grasped Indya's jawline, as he languidly caressed her cheek with his thumb. Her body trembled at the contact. Their face was only like an inch away. Indya wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. She was simply hypnotized by the warmness of his breath that collided on to her feverish skin. She was taking in The scent of his cologne, the faint sweetness of his breath. What is he doing? Before she could open her mouth to finally say something, he pulled her jaw gently into him until their lips pressed firmly. Indyas breathing became shivery, and Michaels heart was beating out of control from the contact. His breathing quickened as well. She really didn't have time to react because this was all so sudden. She was tense at first, but once Michaels lips parted and she could taste his warmth, she relaxed...

She reciprocated the kiss as their lips wrestled so slowly. Tingles travelled throughout her body, and her heart would not stay still. Michael was lost in the softness of her lips, and skin. He'd never connected this deeply through just a kiss. Just like the other night,  which is why he got scared. There was something about Indya that drove his senses into over drive.

Indyas cheeks burned feverishly, as their parted lips continued to intertwine, sensually. Her desire for him was only brewing more and more each second. Why is he doing this? She thought he didn't want to do this. He said he didn't want this!

She quickly reacted, and pulled away from his warm lips. Their labored breaths colliding onto one another faces. Michael was still drunk with desire. He was wondering why she pulled away.

" w— what are you doing? Indya managed to whisper through shivery breathing.

Michael's grip tightened a little more on her jaw to keep her in place. His thumb pressed firmly against her parted lips...

" I-I'm sorry.... You're just so beautiful. I can't seem to contain myself". He whispered, passionately which sent shivers down her spine.

Indya carelessly dropped the guitar on her side which made a noise from the strings being rubbed against the floor. Michael's words had sent her over the edge. She grabbed Michael by the back of the head, and pushed his lips firmly onto hers again, almost aggressively. A soft moan escaped his lips, and that only made her feel more impassioned. That was completely unexpected to him, but he loved it nonetheless. He started this, not her. That's all he needed to do in order to let her desires flow out.

The kiss grew ardently deeper, as Michael's tongue snuck its way into her mouth. She welcomed it by opening her lips wider. Their tongues swirled simultaneously around, exploring the sweetness of their hot, wet mouths while nibbling at each-other lips in between. To Michael,  Indya tasted so sweet just like peaches. He couldn't get enough. The more he kissed her, the hungrier he became. It was never enough. He found himself almost addicted to her aroma, and taste. Same thing for her. He inhaled her light womanly scent and it made him feel higher than any other drug could ever make him feel. It all became overwhelming all of a sudden.

Michael pulled away, causing a smacking sound to occur as their lips separated with a jolt. He needed to catch his breath. Indya sat there trying to catch her breath as well. Both of them sharing the same air trapped between them. It was hot, and steamy. Droplets of tiny condensed moisture forming onto their faces. Her heart was still racing profusely. She felt so drunk with desire. Michael's mind was going 100 miles an hour. Part of him wanted to run away like he did last night, but this time he was trapped— caught in her web of spells. Her pheromones traveled the air wreaking havoc of his senses. There was no running away this time. Will he regret this in the morning? He didn't care. All he wanted right now was to devour Indya, and explore her body completely.

" Indya I—I want to do this...." Michael whispered, breathlessly. Indya leaned in, and began to leave slow, sensual kisses on the side of his jawline. His breathing shivered at the contact of her soft lips.

" do what?hm?" She whispered back, sweetly. She knew exactly what he was talking about But she wanted to hear him say it from his own mouth. His skin trembled against her lips, and it made her stomach do flips at the thought of his body reacting this way over her touch.

Michael's lips gaped open to speak again, but only a soft sigh escaped his lips at the feel of Indyas lips still kissing him.

His jaw tightened before speaking.

" seek revenge...." He whispered.

Indya pulled away to meet his gaze. His eye lids were heavy with passion, and glazed over with such dangerous desires. A wicked smirk slowly crept from the corner of her mouth.

" On one condition though...." He warned. Great, here he comes with his so called conditions. Indya stared attentively, as Michael briefly moved a piece of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, slowly. Her body tingled.

" Ok, what?"

His stare only penetrated hers more deeply..... his hands still entangled into her soft curls.

" promise you won't fall in love with me....."

Her neck twitched back at such request. She wanted to laugh, but it wasn't funny. How can he ask such thing from her? Especially when she knows that if she agrees, she'll only be lying to herself. Indya smiled softly at him, but his expressions were still rigid, and serious.

" I won't, Michael" she assured.

" I don't want to fall in love with you. Neither do I want your love" she lied hoping to sound convincing enough.

" promise...." He whispered again in a throaty tone. Indya, bore her gaze onto his so deeply. She placed her shaky hands on his face, and pulled him in closer until their lips met again. She kissed him so softly.

" I don't want you to swoon me, Michael" she whispered seductively between kisses.."

"All I want is for you to fuck me...."

She said it, she meant it. Well, not all of it. But she was willing to risk her heart possibly being crushed over a night of passion.

Her words affected Michael in more ways than one. His equilibrium was completely distorted. The energy forces between them only became more undeniably intense. The desire already burning for one another was now engulfed into flames. There was no turning back this time. There was no running away.

Michael felt himself lose control of his desires all of a sudden. He began to kiss Indya almost roughly as he shoved his tongue deep down into her mouth. Indya wrapped her arms helplessly around his neck, and kissed him back just as wildly. They both couldn't contain themselves any longer. Each kiss was desperate, longing, hungry. Their teeth bumped, tongues swirled, and flickered against one another. Indyas muffled moans against his mouth only made him go crazier. His erection was growing rapidly inside his pants and the compression began to hurt. He needed to get relief by setting his hardness free.

Michael then began to slowly lay Indya down onto the floor, and he towered over her body. One hand on the floor supporting his weight, as the other one still lost inside her wild hair. The kissing became almost bruising at this point. Indya whimpered underneath him as she felt his teeth dig into her swollen bottom lip. The animal in him was untamed, and was ready to come out to ravish her completely. Indya didn't mind the pain. She liked pain. He tore his lips away from her, and began to leave traces of wet, hot passionate kisses down her neck. Indyas eyes closed tightly, as she squirmed at the feeling of his hot mouth against her feverish, aching skin.

His lips pressed firmly on the side of her neck, as he sucked and nipped at the pulsating vein that throbbed profusely from her racing heart. Indyas lips parted, and released a soft moan at such electric sensation. Her hands grasped his hair, tightly. She realized his hair was no longer in a pony tail. It somehow loosened from her hands playing in it. He continued to passionately kiss his way down onto her sternum. Her chest moved rapidly in an up and down motion, from her efforts to catch her breath. Michael swirled his tongue languidly around in circles right in the middle which immediately sent shivers down her spine.

"HMmm ssss" she moaned in a pleased hum"

She felt his curly hair grazing her shoulders, his body lowered a little more, pressing their bodies heatedly against the floor. Indya immediately felt his hard erection press against her aching heat. Michael unconsciously began to grind his hips against her in a circular motion which sent a thrilling rush down to erogenous zones. Her face flushed at the tingling sensation. She could have came from just that.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Feeling her squirm underneath him, only made him want to tease her so much more. Her light sounds was sending him over the edge. He loved feeling how her body reacted to his kiss, to his touch. Michael could feel her heart beating faster against his tongue as it palpitated through her chest.

" m-Michael..." Indya managed to say weakly between light pants. She didn't want him to take her there in the private room. She wanted them to go into her bedroom instead. There was something she wanted to do, and it was to slip on something more comfortable— something sexy for him to see, and remember for the rest of his life. Indya was big on making a huge impression. She didn't want him to forget this night— she wanted to make it memorable.

When Michael ignored, and continued to kiss back up onto her clavicle bone, and grinding onto her, she pushed him back lightly on his shoulders with both hands.

" Michael...." She said again, now with her eyes open. He stopped kissing her, and worriedly went to meet her gaze. The site of him with his hair falling down wildly over her, made her heart flutter. She'd never seen him with his hair down like this. He looked so eccentric, and handsome.

" I'm—— "I'm sorry. D-Did I do something wrong?" Michael said with a look of concern, and confusion in his eyes. Indya's eyes grew tender. Her hand traveled to his face, and gently caressed it. She moved her thumb on to his lips, and traced along the opened space in order to feel the warmth of his saliva upon her finger tips.

" N-no...." He then began to kiss her thumb sensually, and her mouth flew open at the sensation. He was driving her so damn crazy.

" Then what is it? Why are you stopping me? Isn't this what you wanted?" He whispered while taking her thumb into his mouth, and sucking on it. The warmth of his mouth made all the hairs on her body stand. She was so extremely aroused. Moisture formed in between Indya's legs from feeling his member pressed up against her, which caused her body to tremble with more anticipation.

She gulped hard " yes... but.."

" but what?" michael interjected, keeping his stare focused on her own. Watching carefully her reaction, as he continued to kiss down at her hand.

" I don't want to do it in here. Let's go to my bedroom instead. Plus, I want change into something more comfortable."

" change?" Michael said with a wicked smirk.

He leaned all the way down until his lips touched her ear. His breath tickled, and her expressions grimaced in a good way.

" change for what? It's not going to stay on long anyway." He whispered while slowly tracing his tongue down her ear lobe. Her body began to quiver. He was torturing her so bad. He loved having the power in doing so. This is what she wanted right? The freak in him was unleashed, and he was on a prowl. She felt so powerless underneath him.

" please...." She begged in a trembling whisper.

" it would mean alot to me.... To be able to do this for you"

Michael pulled away, and stared at her. Her eyes were low, and glazed over with yearning for him. He wasn't sure why this meant a lot to her, but just like he had his conditions, maybe this was hers. He wanted to honor her request. Besides, he was now curious to see what she wanted to put on for him.

Without saying another word, Michael pulled away from her, and stood up. Indya immediately panicked thinking that maybe she'd said something triggering and now he wanted to leave.

Michael reached out, and offered her his hand.

" Lead the way..."

Chapter Text

Once Michael helped Indya back onto her feet, she smoothed down the wrinkles on her clothes. Her heart continued to race profusely.

She was so happy that he helped her up from the floor, because she surely wasn't going to be able to get up on her own. Her legs were weak, and her equilibrium was also distorted.

" I take it that you liked my little performance." She teased, As their gazes connected like a magnet. Michael bit the inside of his cheek, as a sexy smile curled at the corner of his lip. His stare was deep, and penetrating.

" Loved.... " he corrected. Her heart skipped a beat at the response. Knowing he loved it, made her so damn happy.

She smiled widely, and Without saying another word, she led him out of the office and back across the other side of the house where her room was located.

" So, what is this thing you so desperately want to put on for me?" Michael asked with intrigue.

Indya smirked at the curiosity his voice conveyed, and cornered her eyes at him, playfully.

" it's a surprise." She batted her eyes at him, flirtatiously.

Michaels lips pursed. " what does she have under her sleeves?"he thought.

" I'm not a very big fan of surprises..." he warned.

Indya giggled. " I'm pretty sure you will like this one...." Or atleast she hoped he would.

They entered her bedroom, and Indya turned around to face him.

" wait here. I'll be right back." She gave him those enchanting bedroom eyes that seemed to send him over the edge. Her beauty captivated him more and more each second that he looked at her. Why is she teasing him like this? He was so ready to have his way with her right there on that floor just then.

" uh, ok?" He giggled.

" don't go anywhere..."

" trust me, I won't." He assured while giving her that serious, intense stare but with a boyish smile on his lips. She blinked a few times, and blushed while flirtatiously biting her bottom lip. Indya then turned around and made her way into the bathroom across the room. Michael watched her carefully, as she walked away. His eyes travelled down to the small roundness of her derrière— he was checking her out. Indya, was thin, but she still had small curves that complimented her very fit and athletically built body. She wasn't tall at all. Maybe about 5'2, 5'3. Michael absolutely loved that she was way shorter than him, and that he could tower completely over her. He found her to be very much sexy. His thoughts were still clouded with desire, and he couldn't stop thinking about all the things that he wanted to do to her body. He was anxiously waiting for her to return back.

The door closed behind Indya, and she pressed her back against it. She looked up at the ceiling and released a deep breath. " oh my gosh this is really happening!! Breathe, Indya breathe!!"
The nerves were swirling all over her stomach. Tonight felt so perfect. How did they even get here? They went from fixing her dryer, to having dinner, to sharing her art work, to singing, and now she's got him in her bedroom? Even though Michael said he didn't want to do this earlier on. But after singling for him, things took a drastic turn. She only hoped he didn't change his mind again. She needed this moment. She needed it more than he will ever  know.. and she didn't know why...Everything about this night was simply surreal. This is just crazy, right? Or it not? This is the guy that her exes girlfriend used to date after all. To Indya It felt kinda forbidden, but oh so right at the same time.

Indya pulled back a drawer near the sink, and took out a red lingerie made of lace and satin. She had been saving it in there for months now. The bra, and thong had colorful rhinestones that delicately decorated the fabric. She had seen this a while back at Victoria's Secret and fell in love with its elegance. It was a sensual and alluring set. She never got the chance to put it on for anyone. Not even Preston. At the time, he wasn't even around much because he was too busy cheating. He wasn't worthy of it anyway. Right now, it felt like the right moment to be worn. It was meant for Michael's eyes and his eyes only. He deserved it more than anyone else she knew. Especially after all he endured with that ungrateful ass ex. Yes, rightfully so. She wanted to make sure he enjoyed everything that is about to transpire tonight. She wanted to leave her mark—An imprint that will make him forget about all the hurt. She wanted him to feel worthy enough, important, and wanted.... Because he deserves it.

Michael waited patiently for Indya to come out. It started to thunder and rain outside. Droplets of water pitter pattered onto the roof and windows creating soft, trickling sounds. His heart palpitated anxiously... His body yearning to be close to her again. The sound of the rain and thunder outside made the mood a bit more calming. He scanned his eyes around the bedroom with arms crossed below his chest.. Her room was cozy and tidy; Very girly like. He stared at her king sized bed which had black satin sheets, and suddenly Felt disgusted that Preston once used to live here, let alone slept there. " that fucking bastard" The thought of him enraged Michael. He couldn't help but to think about how stupid Preston was to let Indya go. Sure, Kiera was good at one point, but she's not Indya. His attraction for Indya was far more intense than any attraction he has ever felt for anyone else. " what??? Am I mad because he hurt Indya, or me??

Michael's eyes widened, as he stood there realizing how much he really fancies this woman. The thought of Preston hurting Indya, enraged him more than his own pain." oh dear GOD, no... this can't be happening. I mustn't allow myself to feel this way.This is wrong.... Or is is? Maybe I should just leave...."

Before he could let his thoughts engulf him any further, and sour the mood, the door made a creaking sound, as it opened. Michael slowly turned to see Indya coming out of  the bathroom with a long, black silky robe on. The sight of her, left him suddenly frozen. His hands fell limp onto his sides, and his mouth slightly opened. She looked like a goddess just now as she slowly walked over to him. Michael was mesmerized by her exotic green bedroom eyes that consumed his every being. Everything he was just thinking about, and fearing, went into a stand still.  It just went POOf! And disappeared. She was now only a few inches away from him. Thunder was roaring, and the lightning caused rapid discharge of electricity to illuminate the room. The sound of the rain increased as the thumping became louder in the background which now became a soundtrack to their lives. Michael's heart was pounding, and so was Indya's.  there is nothing either of them wanted more than to be in each-others presence like this. They needed, and wanted one another so badly. The deep desire for physical intimacy from both of them, was beyond words. For the first time in Michael's life, he found himself to be completely speechless. Nothing felt real right now. Like,  he was lost in a beautiful dream that he will soon wake up from any moment now.

Indya slowly opened up her robe revealing the sexy lingerie hiding underneath it. Michael's breathing quickened, at the sight of the little bit of skin left uncovered. She slowly dropped the robe,  sensually onto the floor while still maintaining eye contact. Michael's eye's flickered in wonderment at the sight before him. He gulped hard, as his eyes traveled all the way down, absorbing every little detail of her body like a sponge. Every curve, birth mark, mole, and dip.

She turned around, coquettishly, giving him a quick 360 of the whole thing.

"Damn....." he muttered, softly.

Seeing her body this bare, was too much for him to handle. The view was intoxicating. He was extremely captured. Her body was perfection. It was art in its truest form. He'd never seen anything more beautiful. The lingerie was lacy, sexy, and erotic. It complimented her figure so perfectly. The color of the garments, brought out her glistening tanned skin even more, making it look so soft and inviting. He needed to touch her. Taste her.... The thought of it, caused him to literally want to salivate.

" Do you like it?" Indya asked, innocently, but sensually at the same time. She was worried by his silence. Worried that maybe he didn't enjoy what he was seeing. Or maybe even regretting this moment and wanting to run away from it. The look of vulnerability seared through her eyes, and Michael could see it.

" Come here, girl...."  He whispered, while taking a few steps towards her. His eye lids were heavy, and impassioned. Indya's pulse quickened faster and faster the closer he got. As he stood before her only a few inches away, he languidly removed his tshirt. The way his shoulders and arms flexed, as the shirt went over his head, made Indya's heart quiver. He threw the shirt down onto the ground next to her robe. Her mouth gaped slightly open at the site of his bare, masculine chest. He's such a heartthrob.. she'd never seen anyone as handsome. The way his curly hair fell wildly over his shoulders...it was sensual, and erotic. The chain hanging around his neck, shinning brightly in her dim lit room. Her eyes traveled back to meet his gaze. His piercing stare was drawing her in more to him like a magnet. She moved in closer, and her hands found themselves touching on his chest. The warmth of his skin tingled her finger tips. Michael's breathing quickened by her gentle touch. Indya could feel the fast, rhythmic beating of his heart on the palm of her hands. His skin was silky soft. The smell of his cologne that radiated from his pores, intoxicated her senses completely. Michael's hand cuffed the side of her face, and gently glided his thumb along her cheek. Every time he did such gesture, it gave Indya the most intense fluttering sensation in her stomach. It was so romantic how he always gently caresses her face before a kiss.

" You are so beautiful.." he whispered. His eyes looking deeply into her so passionately. " you're perfect in every way..." a shiver went down her spine by the seriousness of his tone.

" So, you like what you see?" She asked, shyly wanting to be reassured.

Michael leaned into her lips, and kissed them ever so softly.

" I love it.... You're so fucking sexy..." he murmured sexily onto her lips.

Without saying another word, Indya pushed her mouth against his own, and kissed him, hungrily. The level of arousal that she felt right now, was out of this world. Feeling the warmth of his body pressing up against her was igniting a fire that was spreading like wildfire. Michael kissed her back, shoving his tongue so deep into her mouth, swirling it around, savoring every last bit of her sweet saliva. Indya slid her arms around the perfect nape of his neck, pushing him further down more onto her mouth until he could barely breathe. She kissed him almost desperately now. Heat radiated from their bodies causing warmth to exude into their trapped space. Droplets of condensation began to form onto Michael's forehead. Their mouth devoured one another with so much passion and indulgence. Each one of them starved, and needing more. Michael tore away from her lips, suddenly in the heat of passion, causing a smacking sound to occur across the room.. He needed to breathe... his chest lifted up, and down, trying to catch his breath. At the same time, his tongue longing to taste her skin. He passionately began kissing down her jawline until His mouth found its way at the nape of her neck.. Indya threw her head back helplessly, and moaned softly as she felt his searing hot mouth kissing and sucking on the artery that throbbed profusely. His erratic breathing collided upon her feverish skin, which tickled and caused ripples of Goosebumps to form all around her body. She let out a sigh, and her mouth flew open when she felt his teeth tugging at her aching skin, hungrily

" Damn, I want you so bad, girl...." He growled. Indya loved hearing him say that. It really did something to her. Made her feel dangerous things....

This felt like such a dream to the both of them. More so for Indya. She was so caught in this moment, and taking it in as if it was her first sexual encounter with someone.

In just seconds, Michael pulled away from her neck and bent his knees down. He gripped his hands over Indya's ass and picked her up. She gasped in shock by how swiftly he'd pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, as he slowly carried her towards the bed. Indya could see the fire burning in his stare. It was consuming her whole. Her arms stayed locked around his neck and smiled devilishly, with her lips parted. She absolutely loved watching his desire for her unfold relentlessly. His swollen, glistening lips were calling her name once more. She pushed his head into her, and their lips pressed on each-other, roughly.. Her tongue slithered in deep into his mouth, and kissed him with such hunger and want. Michael stopped with a halt at the corner of the bed, as he responded with equal ferver to her impassioned kisses. Wet, Smacking sounds echoed throughout the room from how badly they devoured one another. Michael felt his knees begin to shake, and buckle. She was making him so weak. He's never been kissed with such yearning by anyone before. The connection between them was just too strong to ignore. Indya was different. Her spirit is so passionate, and fierce. For a moment, Michael feared he could become addicted to such sweet, alluring drug that was her. Fuck...

His hands desperately groped Indya's ass and the soft, pillowy feel of it, made him about to lose all control. He felt the heat of her sweet spot radiate against his torso.... it felt dampened through the fabric of her panties. she was wet. So, so wet for him already, and his primal instincts were desperate to taste her. He wanted to savor every last drop of goodness her body produced. His nerve endings sparked with lust; Heat pooling to his core. He's never lost his head this way over any woman before. This shit felt so different to him." what the fuck is she doing to me???" His thoughts screamed.

Michael gently threw Indya down onto the bed causing their lips to separate, abruptly. She tried to sit up, but Michael gave her no time to because he towered over her body, immediately. He wanted her, and wanted her now! He couldn't hold back much longer. His mouth went in to kiss her deeply again, and her hands began to continue exploring the contours of his chest, and torso. She loved the feel of his soft, warm body against her skin. His erection poked at her aching heat, and just like in the private room, he pressed himself more, and more on it exerting pleasurable pressure. It only made her moan and gasp into his mouth, as he continued to kiss her so deeply. Indya could feel her wetness pool around her panties. It literally felt like she urinated herself but it wasn't pee. She has never experienced such arousal before.. no, not like this. She obviously has been wet before but nothing like this. This was excessive. Michael could smell her sweet pheromones traveling throughout the thick, heated air which was sending him completely over the edge.

Michael began to circle his hips against indya, and he felt her nails dig onto his chest causing a sharp sting. He grimaced at the feeling, and lightly grunted. Heat radiated upon her cheeks feverishly at the sensation of his large, hard cock growing longer, and harder, adding so much more pressure by the second... it felt so good... he felt so good. Kissing him, and feeling him grind against her, was making her feel like she was going to explode. Michael pulled away from her lips, and went down to kiss her neck, messily. His tongue flickered and rolled as he sucked and nipped at her tender skin.

" fuck, Michael...." Indya gasped in a moan. He was so passionate.

He languidly slid his tongue down to her sternum , slowly and sensually leaving a trail of soft feathery kisses in the middle of her breast. Indya's body squirmed underneath him as she now dug her nails onto his back. Michael enjoyed feeling it.

" You like that?" He murmured, breathlessly. "You like when I kiss you like this?" The way his voice vibrated against her tender skin, made Indya drip even more with anticipation. She couldn't believe the effect this man had on her whole existence.... She couldn't speak. How could she? Instead, she licked her lips and released soft, breathy noises.

His hand slowly traveled from her shoulders, down to her rib cage. Her body trembled in response to his touch. Still kissing between her chest, his hands continued to explore her soft skin by massaging and groping until it made it to her breast. His breathing quickened with anticipation. He began to massage them firmly through the fabric of her bra, still not separating his lips from her flesh....

" Mmmm" Indya hummed in ecstasy.

With his thumb, He pushed the cup of the bra down until her small, pink erect nipple was exposed.. The sight of it immediately caused Michael to salivate. He started to leave wet kisses around the roundness of her small breast. Indya's back arched helplessly for him as her hands now reached the top of his head, digging her nails into his scalp and pulling him down more. The sting only caused Michael to groan at the feeling, but again, he loved the pain she inflicted on him.... he knew she only did it because she liked what he was doing to her. The moisture from his breath collided onto her nipple causing it to get harder and more erect by the minute. So much, it ached a little. He took a nipple to the mouth and his tongue gently teased and rolled all around it, causing Indya to squirm underneath him. He began flicking his tongue so slowly, but firmly. Her mouth parted, releasing shuttering soft moans. Michael sucked on her nipple sensually, and hungrily at the same time. Indya licked her lips, as she closed her eyes tightly. The warmth of his mouth sent tingles all throughout her body. She was even wetter now. She could feel her fluids trickling. Moans couldn't help but to release one right after the other. Her sounds were low, raspy, soft, but so sexy and sensual. Michael loved hearing it so much. He slipped his free hand under the cup of her other breast, and teased the small nipple with his finger tips by rubbing it. Indya's hips involuntarily rolled up against him. She was aching and throbbing so bad for him right now. It was damn near painful.

"ah, Mmmmichael...."  she moaned hoarsely.

The more noises she made, the more his tongue flicked, and the more he passionately sucked. Indya felt a feverish heat sting her cheeks.... " I can't..... I can't .... He's going to make me cum by just doing this? What the fuck?" She was then immediately thankful that he suddenly tore away from her breast and continued to kiss his way down her rib cage. It stopped her from an orgasm. That torture was over..... or so she thought.

He reached her trembling stomach and his hands slowly slid down to the small of her waist. He glanced up to catch her expressions, but her eyes were closed shut. He smirked against her skin, and continued to kiss, and lick, leaving a trail of his wet saliva. He rolled and flickered his tongue around her belly button, as Indya's stomach sucked in and out from her gasps. Michael was so close to her sweet hot spot. He could smell it. It was intoxicating. He could feel the heat radiating onto his face like a beam of light the closer he kissed down below. His hands gently caressed the sides of her waist as his finger tips continued to travel onto the roundness of her hips. Indya's breathing quickened. She loved feeling his hands on her body. His touch was very invigorating. His lips left passionate kisses below her pelvic region, and at that, Indya snapped her eyes open.

" I want to taste you..... I want to taste all of you...." He whispered eagerly as he tugged at the lace of her underwear. She lifted her head, slightly to find his gaze. Her lids were heavy, and mouth gaped open, as he glanced up at her with dilated pupils. He was so far gone by lust. Michael blinked before breaking the hot gaze, and kissed her there through the panties. His lips immediately glistened with her juices that seeped through it . He licked his lips to taste, and his senses immediately went into over drive. " fuck she taste so good!" He thought.

Indya's hips flinched back at the feeling, and she laid her head back down onto the bed.  Michael gripped her hips firmly into place, and continued to press his lips, and tongue through the fabric. He massaged her slit firmly, applying pressure And giving her a taste of what's to come next. He bit, and tugged teasingly at the material, breathing hot air on her now sensitized flesh. Once again, Indya reacted by arching her back more and more for him, while moaning a bit louder this time. Her taste, and scent was flushing his senses.

" taste me already, please...." She begged. All this teasing was only making it harder for her to keep it together. Michael grinned with satisfaction knowing that he had her pleading for more. He wasn't even done teasing. He wanted to hear her beg again...

He took his index finger, and pushed against her swollen clit firmly, massaging rhythymcally through the fabric. Her body immediately stiffened. Michael gripped her hip again, and tapped softly for her to open her legs up wider for him. She quickly obliged, and tried to relax her muscles. The anticipation was accidentally making her tense. Her wetness coated his flesh abundantly, leaving him almost speechless. He felt himself twitch down below at the feeling, and his hardness was now at full capacity.. She was super fucking wet, and he was savoring this moment, and Taking in her arousal, knowing he's the one to blame.

Michael continued to massage her wetness as his mouth went to leave, soft, tantalizing kisses between her thigh. Indya's hips began to move against his teasing finger without realizing it... his movements only growing more brisk, and steadily by the second. His magical tongue swirling, as he sucked at the throbbing artery on the sensitive spot with so much passion. Indya felt her whole body tingle, and her hands gripped the sheets, hard. Michael was driving her crazy and he knew it. He was so precise with his movements, with the way he French kissed her skin causing sensation after sensation to wreck havoc of her body without missing a beat. How could anyone cheat on him? Let alone choose someone else over him? He's such an amazing lover. Blood began rushing to her head, and suddenly felt her sweet spot throbbing, wanting release....

" Mmmmmichael.... Taste me.... Please.... Just taste me..." she begged through a throaty moan. Her body trembled as she held back. That's all he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear her beg him again. It was music to his ears. He stopped rubbing her, but continued to kiss between her thigh, sensually"

" Look at me and say it...." He demanded, huskily while glaring up at her. She swallowed hard, and bit her bottom lip. Why was it all of a sudden so hard to look at him? She was scared he'd see right through her ..... she didn't want him to see completely through her just yet. Her lids were closed tightly, and her breathing continued to become labored. Feeling his lips on her skin wasn't helping either. He loved seeing her body squirm for him.

" look at me, Indya...." He whispered in a low, yet deep commanding tone. Her body trembled at the feel of his breath tickling her skin. The sound of his voice saying her name sent shivers down her spine.

She finally decided to give in, and opened her eyes to meet his gaze. The look on his face was so serious, and intense. It was rather dangerous, yet erotic. Indya's pulse began to accelerate. Her mouth slowly parted as her lips trembled before uttering the words Michael so desperately wanted to hear.

" taste me, Michael..... please. I want you to..... so bad..."

A malicious grin curled on his lips, making him appear naughty, and seductive. The darkness in his eyes glazed with lust and unwavering want.

" Good girl...." He whispered, giving her thigh a last, slow, provocative kiss.

He leaned up a bit, not breaking his stare from her just yet. Her breathing was labored, her cheeks completely flushed. Michael slowly ran his hands up the apex of her thighs, going over her hips. Indya's heart palpitated. Her teeth sinking down onto her bottom lip, hard. He grabbed each corner of her underwear , and slowly began to lower them. Indya elevated her body off the bed shakily , to allow the underwear to slide down past her buttocks. Michael's mind was clouded at this point. All he wanted was to bury his face into her sweet spot, and get lost into its goodness.

" See, I told you these wouldn't stay on long...." He hissed in a sultry way.

Michael started to trace soft, gentle kisses in between her thighs. Kissing from one leg to the other expertly inching closer, and closer to her sex. Indya felt her body melt down into the bed, and relax. Her legs opened up wider, allowing him full access to do whatever it is that he wanted to do to her. Michael broke the stare as he was now face to face with the most precious thing he's ever seen. It smelled, and looked so succulent. Her wetness glistened lustrously onto her tanned, hairless skin. Indya threw her head back onto the bed, and waited anxiously to feel his mouth on her.

Michael took a finger, and began to rub along the folds of her slit, gently moving her wetness around. " Indya flinched at his touch from the anticipation. He wanted to explore the fruits of his labor— feel the heat of her warmth that extracted out because of him, and only him. Being this up close and personal felt very intimate for the both of them.

Michael could not contain himself any longer. Soon, his finger was replaced by his tongue as it grazed her soft folds, moving slowly in an up and down motion. Indya jerked back at the contact. She wasn't ready for such sensation to feel that good.

" Sssssss mmmmmmmm"

Michael inhaled through his nose her intoxicating scent, and savored her sweet nectar that woke up every taste bud on his tongue.

" You taste so good, girl..... damn." He groaned. " I love the way you taste....and she..... is..... so fucking pretty..." The vibration of his voice sent a wave of pleasure deep within her. Indya opened her legs wider allowing for Michaels tongue to explore deeper until it found her clit.

" Fuck!" Indya wailed. Her voice going up an octave.

His tongue continued to move inside in an up and down motion, taking turns between flicking his tongue on her clit, and swirling all around the vulva. Her juices and his saliva clashed, creating more and more warm fluid. Indya wrapped her legs around his neck, and circled her hips against his electric tongue, simultaneously. Her moans grew louder, and more agonizing as he deepened his face more and more into her cunt. Sucking her juicy flesh, messily....rolling and flicking his tongue in the most bestial way. . He was showing no mercy. The pleasure Indya was feeling as his possessed mouth ravished her, was immense. Michael brought his index finger into her warm opening, and slowly inserted it inside, pumping in and out, gently, and rhythmically. Her body trembled, and squirmed as she felt heat run throughout her whole body. Her warm fluids seeped out with each pump,  running all through Michael's hand, and onto the bed creating a puddle on her satin sheets. The anticipation growing in his pants was becoming painful for him. He couldn't wait to be inside, and feel all that warm wetness.

Indya was about to explode. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her cheeks were flushed, and a feverish rush ran from her back all the way down to where Michael was licking. Her poor sensitive nerve endings weren't ready for such pleasure. Michael inserted a second finger, and slowly moved them to a come here motion, hitting right at the g spot causing Indya to yelp.

That was it. She was done for. There was no more holding back.

Her body tensed, and her heart rate increased even more so now. She reached down, and gripped Michael's head, grabbing a handful of his hair, firmly. Her mouth flew open at the ardent feeling she recognized so very well, but it was stronger this time. The most intense, euphoric sensation tingled down below. Her eyes widened in surprise by such strong climax taking over body as she let out a wailing moan. " aughhhhhh shit......shit"

Her legs shook violently, as Michael continued to suck at her pulsating flesh, merciless. Indya felt her soul being completely snatched out of her body. She contracted profusely against his mouth and that only made him more aroused than ever before.

" what in the fuck was that...." Indya thought." She's never climaxed this fast through oral before. That was like in less than 3 minutes. Fuck!!!" He had warmed her up so much, causing alot of anticipation to buildup.

Once Michael felt her body falling limp, he pulled away from her sensitive spot that continued to pulsate, and twitch. The release of dopamine and oxytocin traveled her blood stream, making her feeling so relaxed and liberated. Her breathing was still brisk, as she tried to catch her breath. She was trying to gather herself from what just happened.. Michael took her to a whole other level just now, by doing something she'd never experienced before. She absolutely loved how he took control, and was confident with it.

Michael licked his lips in satisfaction, enjoying every single drop that secreted from her sex. He didn't even want to wipe her sweet juices off his face. They remained there just glistening on his chin as a trophy. He crawled over to her, slowly and watched as her body continued to tremble. Her eyes were glancing at the ceiling, still waiting to come down from such hypnotizing high. He towered over her once more, and gently cuffed her chin making her focus her eyes on him.

" Are you ok?" He asked with a cocky smirk curling on his lips. She could see that her wetness was still smeared all over his mouth and chin. Without answering him, she elevated her head up to meet his lips, and kissed him. Indya's hand ran on his face, softly, and Michael closed his eyes. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, deeply and rhythmically. He found himself lost in the way she was kissing him just now, because it was different from before. It was intimate, profound and sensual. It gave him butterflies deep down in the pit of his stomach, and he is not one to get butterflies. The kissing intensified, their hard breathings, collided onto one another's faces. Indya could taste herself on his lips, and felt her wetness on his chin rubbing off on her skin. It was inducing her own arousal once more, because she found it to be so erotic for some reason. Savoring herself, caused a muffled moan to release into Michael's mouth. Hearing it, made him kiss her more wildly, and messily. He was animalistic at this point and was slowly losing his senses.

She pulled away from his bruising kiss, and pressed her forehead against his. Their hot breathing swirling in the space between them causing steam to form. Michael's fingertips languidly caressed her cheekbones downwards.

" That was.... Amazing...." She finally brought herself to say, while still breathing, steadily.

Michael gulped hard. Both their chest expanding during inhalation.

" Do you see how good you taste? I've never tasted anything this exquisite before..." he whispered, passionately.

Indya looked him deeply in the eyes, and was immediately lost in the intensity of them.

"rrreally?" Hearing this shocked her.

He leaned down to kiss her lips, tenderly.

" Really....."

he really wanted to say it was the best he'd ever had, but he didn't want to admit it. Indya would have really loved to hear him say it. Especially since she felt like he'd given her the best oral and foreplay she's ever experienced in her life.

Heat stung her cheeks, feverishly. he was making her blush profusely.

" Do you have a condom?" He asked suddenly. Indya blinked a few times surprised by his question. She hadn't thought about that at all.

" Nnno.... You don't have any?"

" I haven't done anything since Kiera. I didn't feel the need to carry any with me if I'm not sexually active."

Hearing him admit that,made her feel more at ease. Knowing he's not out here just sleeping around with different women. He's definitely not like the rest of them. That made her like, and respect him so much more.

" oh... well, I'm on the pill. I take it religiously everyday.."

She could clearly see the hesitation on Michael's face.

" I haven't been with anyone since Preston. We should be safe...." She stared desperately into his eyes, hoping that would be enough to convince him.

Any other time, Michael would go out of his way to get a condom... but tonight, he was willing to make an exception. He was too overclouded with want and desire, that he didn't really care about putting one on.

Without saying another word, he crawled off her, and stood at the edge of the bed. Indya slowly sat up hoping to the GODS that he wasn't leaving. Their eyes were locked on one another, and the intensity in Michael's stare was making Indya's heart flip flop like a fish in water. He then started to slowly pull down his jeans, and let it fall to the floor. Indya gulped hard.. she was about to see him completely naked. He pulled down his red boxer briefs and Indya braced herself for what she was about to see. Her eyes trailed down to catch a glimpse and they slightly bulged in shock at the massive size of his cock. Michael was very lengthy, and thick. Indya has never had anything that big before. Then again, she hasn't had many lovers in the past. Maybe less than 5 to be exact. Sex to her is super sacred, so she doesn't really give it away to just anyone. In actuality, this is the first time she'd even done this with someone without being in a relationship. She too, never had a one night stand which is why when Michael said he didn't do them, it made her want to do this even more..  with him. What made Michael so special? Why is she so willing to bend the rules for him? All that she knew, was that she wanted this moment more than anything in the world regardless of her morals.

" Shit, you're so fucking big..." Indya muttered accidentally while still gawking at it with shock.. She was thinking it, but instead said it outloud. Michael smirked, amusingly. He is used to that kind of reaction from all his encounters. Some have been intimidated enough to even run away from it.. He's hoping that Indya doesn't. She felt so embarrassed. Her cheeks definitely turned red.

" Don't worry, I'll be gentle..." He teased while crawling back over to the bed. For some reason his words sent chills down her spine.

" Are you ok?" He asked sweetly, while looking deeply into her eyes so charmingly. She nodded, languidly.

" cccan I touch it?" She suddenly asked without even thinking.The curiosity was killing her. She wanted to know what it felt like before he puts it inside her. She wanted to touch him, and feel him in every way possible.

Michael let out a soft chuckle, as a smirk formed on the corner of his mouth. Although shocked by her sudden request, He found her innocence to be so refreshing and endearing. His stare turned playful, as he cornered his eyes at her.

" You don't have to ask for permission to touch it....." he teased, scornfully.

Indya bit her lip shyly, and her cheeks continued to burn with embarrassment.

Michael was resting his knees on the bed, and Indya lifted herself to meet his height. Their heated gazes making their hearts beat wildly, and passionately. Indya moved her hand slightly, and felt his shaft graze her skin. The feathery contact sent a chill down Michael's spine. She hesitated for a moment but then grasped his rock hard shaft gently, and it immediately twitched. Indya began to stroke him, slowly, taking in how soft, veiny, and velvety it felt.. Michael's breathing quickened as his nostrils flared. Her delicate touch was sending him over the edge. She did not break the stare. She wanted to see every bit of his reaction which she found to be so erotic.

She leaned into him, and kissed his lips, softly as she continued to stroke. He immediately responded back to the kiss by cuffing her upper lip with his mouth and giving it a suck. He grabbed her by the back of the hair, and pushed her forehead against his own. Their breaths collided into each others faces.

" can you feel how bad I want you?" He whispered in a breathy, passionate tone. That sent shivers down her spine. His hardness grew more and more rigid against her palm as she felt him pulsating. She ran her thumb languidly onto the thick tip, and rubbed it in circles. A shot of pre cum ejected out which smeared onto her thumb.. she moved her face towards his shoulder blade, and began to kiss and suck on his clavicle, so sensually. His skin tasting a mixture of cologne and sweat.

" Ssssss fuck you're driving me crazy, girl..." he grunted. His hand was still lost inside her curly hair, as the other one clenched to his side.

" I want you so bad too, Michael....but I think you already knew that. I need you inside of me...." She whispered, breathing hot air onto his inflamed, tender skin.

Michael's mind immediately began racing. He was at his breaking point. If she continues to touch him like this, he'll explode. He quickly grabbed her by the arm, and pushed it back releasing her grip on him, abruptly. Indya looked up, and stared at him confused with knitted brows but Michael gave her no time to speak. Next thing she knew, he was pushing her back down swiftly onto the bed until she was lying down. Little did she know how her words affected him so. He needed to be inside of her.... To make her his..... to satisfy her wants and needs. He was damn near possessed.

He towered over her until their bodies pressed together heatedly against the bed. Indya's legs spread open invitingly, allowing him to be so very close. Her heart was racing beyond belief. He grabbed her hand, and pinned it firmly against the bed behind her head, causing a gasp to escape her lips. He leaned in close, and began to kiss her, slowly. His hand intertwining with hers. Indya felt her self melting, helplessly. His other hand cuffed her small face as he ran his thumb along her cheek bone. Michael wanted to ravish her right then and there with no mercy, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. Not with her....He wanted to take his time. She made him want to be a gentleman, and handle her like a delicate flower. Even though he didn't want to admit it, all he wanted was to make love to this woman. But why? If this is just a fling, why can't he just fuck her carelessly? Although that question was picking at his brain, he simply kept pushing the thought away. All he knew was that he felt a dire need to be so very close to her, and that feeling over powered everything else.

The kissing intensified, as Michael's tongue slipped into her longing mouth and began rolling with hers, rhythmically; Both devouring each other so passionately. Their bodies melted into one another, growing lost into each other's embrace. Indya felt drunken with desire— light headed, almost. He tore away from her lips, and went down to kiss and suck on her pulsating neck. She arched her back, and moaned with her eyes closed.

Goosebumps formed All throughout her body by feeling his warm mouth on her skin. He released her hand, and went to grasp the small of her waist. She felt his hard shaft poke at her folds and Her hip instantly jerked back, involuntarily. Michael couldn't contain himself any longer. He longed to be inside her so fucking bad. His hips moved to adjust his member downwards until the tip neared her entrance. His body shuttered feeling the heat of her wetness. " fuck!!" His thoughts screamed. Without thinking, he pushed himself in slightly, and Indya immediately shrieked from the pain. It felt like she was losing her virginity all over again. She placed her hands onto his chest and pushed him back. Michael leaned up to meet her gaze, lovingly. Her lips were pressed together and brows were lowered. He was completely aware of his large size, and knew he had to be very gentle not to hurt her. his hand affectionately caressed her hip, as the other one grazed her face so tenderly.

" I'm going to go soft and slow. You let me know when you're ready for me to go faster, and harder...." He whispered.

" I won't hurt you, I promise...."

Indya felt herself become so weak. She knew he meant not physically hurt her, but she took his words as not hurting her emotionally.  She sought so much comfort from it, regardless. It somehow healed her inner broken self.

She quickly nodded, as she swallowed down hard.

He leaned in once more, and kissed her slow, and tender.

Michael began to gently ease himself into her entrance by pausing in between strokes and giving her time to adjust . Her hands were still pressed on his chest, as breathy moans escaped her lips in between kisses. Her body trembled underneath him, and he held her tightly without letting go.

" Are you ok? Tell me if it's too much..." he coached, sweetly.

Indya just nodded, as she felt her heart fluttering. Michael is everything she'd ever dreamed of. Why couldn't he have been the one she lost her virginity to? Life would have been much more different for the two of them if they would have found each-other sooner.

Michael released a groan as he inched himself in deeper and felt her searingly hot entrance coat his hardness. She was so, so wet. Indya squirmed underneath him, feeling overwhelmed by how good he felt. Although he was large, it wasn't painful. He knew exactly what to do so that it didn't hurt as bad. She didn't want him to stop at all no matter how uncomfortable it felt at first. Little by little, indya's body began to relax more as each stroke became more and more pleasurable. Once her hands were no longer pushing his chest back, he felt it was ok to stroke a little deeper, and more rhythmically faster.

Indya's moans were growing intensely louder. Butterflies swarmed violently with every movement. Her hips rolled simultaneously against him to meet his rhythm. She didn't realize how good that was going to feel. Michael's speed started to pick up. Each stroke was becoming sharper. Her walls grasped his shaft so sturdily. She was so tight, and wet. Michael has never felt anything quite this heavenly before. He found himself needing to slow down his pace, because he was getting a little too close to reaching peak. He was trying to hold off as long as he could. His hand moved to grab, and squeeze her soft ass while thrusting in and out of her, in slower, circular strokes.

" You feel so good, FUCK, Indya!" He moaned. Their gazes were locked. Their breathings rapid and shallow. More sweat pooled around Michaels forehead as his expressions twisted from his movements.

" You're so wet for me...." The trembling moan in his tone sent shivers down her spine. The eye contact between them only made this moment feel so much more intense. Indya NEVER experienced anything like it before. It was like they were both looking into each-other's soul.  She was sure to have experienced making love in the past. Maybe even with Preston. But, no... It was nothing this personal. This was completely different.

" I..... I want you to go harder Michael..." she begged, breathlessly through a sharp, hoarse moan. Although he slowed down his pace to avoid climaxing too early, he didn't dare say no. Michael wanted to make her desires a reality. Making her feel good was his number one priority. His lips formed into a frown, as he pumped into her, deep, and hard. Indya's mouth flew open as high pitched moans escaped her lips, and echoed throughout the room.

" yeah like that baby..." she cried out " It feels so good, please don't stop."

" I won't stop. I'll never stop until you tell me to..." he murmured.

He leaned into her lips and kissed her with such unwavering passion. The heat of their breath suffocating one another. Each stroke made loud clicking noises from her hot overflowing wetness. It took everything in him to hold himself together. Indya wrapped her legs around his torso, allowing him to go in deeper. The angle his dick was in now, was going upward, pressing a button that caused the already intense sensation to heighten greatly... The friction from their bodies moving, caused sweat to protrude from their pores. The scent of their passion swirled heavily into the air. She was getting close.... So so close. Her arms wrapped around his back, and she dug her nails deep into his skin.

A sudden sharp intake of breath escaped Michael's lips at the sting he felt.

" Mmmmm" he groaned, deeply.

He tore away from her lips, and dug his face into her exposed neck leaving, passionate, messy kisses all over. He hooked his lips into her flesh sharply, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys. Indya moaned helplessly. His lips then traveled towards her ear as his tongue ran languidly against the lobe, whispering sweet things inside. Michael was so baffled with himself at the words uttering from his mouth just now. He was against letting it get to this point...But he was so vulnerable right now. They were connecting, and it was inevitable.

" You are so perfect, Indya...." He whispered.

" completely irresistible, and special.....you are the most beautifulest woman I have ever laid my eyes on...."

Hearing him whisper those words, brought in emotions that were unexplainable. Emotions that remained dormant After what Preston put her through. Those simple words, moved her into almost tears.

Tingling sensations ran throughout her body. All of a sudden, she felt so flushed as the most intense feeling started to gradually build and take over her entire being. She felt something she thought she'd never felt before with other lovers. It was a feeling way too strong, it left her utterly paralyzed.

" I'm.... I'm about to cum Michael,  go harder!" She begged in almost a cry. Michael groaned deeply at the sweet sound of her pleas. For some reason, hearing her say that, excited him so.

" yes, cum for me..... I want you to cum all over me!"

He was so ready to finally release. He didn't want it to be over by any means, but at the same time, he couldn't hold it in any longer. Hearing Michael talk Indya through her orgasm, drove her absolutely crazy. . It was so fucking erotic.

" will you cum with me? Please?..."she begged, breathlessly in a whisper. Little did she know there was nothing he wanted more.

He pounded into her deep, and hard. Her nails dug deeper into his flesh which inflicted intense pain but that didn't stop him at all. She could draw blood for all he cared. He felt her insides constrict around him, and he groaned loudly in the back of his throat.

Indya's body suddenly tensed as a loud, and euphoric moan released from her mouth.. Her body convulsed and squirmed beneath him. The pleasure was too intense, causing a tear to form into her eyes. Michael held her in place, forcing her to take and feel every sensation to its entirety. Hearing her climax, and watching her expressions, was the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced in his life. Her walls contracted violently against his swollen shaft while the most powerful orgasm ravished her body completely. Michael couldn't hold back any longer. He dug his face into her neck, and continued to thrust hard. Her walls contracting, and the sound of her sexy moans, induced his own intense orgasm to take over. He felt a strong hot flash surge throughout his body. A deep, breathy moan released from his lips as he cursed, and cried out Indya's name. His fingers dug into her hip holding her perfectly immobile while he came violently inside her. Indya's mouth flew open when she felt his searingly hot fluid filling her up.. His final moans were chocked and coughed, and his thrust started feeling more like a twitch. He'd never came this hard with anyone before.... His body became limp as it relaxed onto hers. Their breath fed heavily into one another, their chest meeting with each expand. Both of them trying to come back down from such intense high. All of this was too much to take in. Indya knew she'd enjoy doing this with him, but didn't know to what extent. This experience was deeper than she expected. Ashley was right about how amazing the sex would be. All of these emotions swarming deep within her, were so strong. More tears filled her eyes as soft whimpers escaped her lips.

" what's happening? Why am I crying?" She thought. This experience was just too raw. She never thought to react this way at all. It wasn't supposed to be like this. All she wanted was to fuck Michael to get back at Preston, but here she was longing for more. Hating that Michael didn't want to open himself up for love. Hating herself for liking him so much. Why did he have to make this experience so much more beautiful than what it should have been? Why couldn't he be rough, and fuck her brains out mercilessly? Instead, he made sweet love to her, and now she wasn't going to be able to move past this without wanting more than friendship. Michael lifted his head to meet her gaze, and was shocked to see her eyes glistening with tears. His brows knitted down with confusion.

" Indya, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Oh GOD, Did I hurt you?" He asked worriedly thinking maybe he got too carried away with his thrust.. Her lips trembled, as she closed her eyes tightly. More tears ran down her cheeks.

" no...." She whispered, shakily. Michael was so confused. They just got done having the best sex of their lives. Why was she crying? Did he do something wrong? Does she regret what happened? His hand grasped her face, desperately trying to meet her gaze.

" Hey.... Talk to me.... Please...."  But the more he spoke, the more she cried.

To be continued....

Chapter Text

I sat in my car on my lunch break. My intentions were to get a bite to eat, because I had skipped breakfast due to running late. But I truly couldn't bring myself to do so. I really had no appetite at all. Instead, I lounged around in the car checking my phone... And still, there was no message from Michael. I was truly disappointed but at the same time, why? Why would I be? He was honest with me from the get go on what this would be for him. Hell, I was too. I told him that I didn't want to be swept off my feet. That I only wanted to fuck. This was only supposed to be a fling, right? To seek revenge... I'm the one who even suggested this in the first place, yet I still find myself holding a grudge. I promised Michael last night that I wouldn't fall in love with him. But The way he made love to me, was no where near only "friends" behavior. My heart knew that he felt more for me than just a one night fling. Why is he avoiding me? Why is he running away? Part of me was relieved to have met his best friend today. What a coincidence. Is this destiny letting me know that it's meant to be somehow? That the dream I had last night where my father prophesied to me was not in vain? It's too many pieces coming together.. or am I over thinking it? I didn't know what to believe.

I continued going through my phone and decided to call my mom back since she'd been blowing me up ever since last night: the phone rang a few times until she finally answered.

" Hello, peach?"

" hey mom..."

Her tone was filled with so much worry.

" why didn't you answer any of my texts and phone calls?? I was so worried. I was getting ready to come to your house and check on you."

I rolled my eyes, playfully and smiled.

" I'm fine mom... l'm sorry. I was just busy."

" Busy with Michael?" She says in a teasing tone. I felt my cheeks flush at the mere thought of him. Of what happened.

" What ended up happening last night anyway?Was he able to fix the issue?"

" Yes he was... the dryer works now."

" Oh, that's great! I'm glad he was able to fix it, Peach. My, what a handy man. Did you pay him?"

" No.... I tried, but he refused to accept it."

" That was very sweet of him..."

" very much so.."

There was a sudden silence on the line as though she was waiting for me to say more. I started to nibble at my nails. It's a bad habit I have sometimes.

" He stayed for a while, and we had dinner..." I continued.

" Really? that's great! How did it go?" She sounded excited. I couldn't help but smile dreamily to myself.

" It went amazing."

" Oh did it? So, that's it? Just dinner?" I could sense the teasing in her tone.

My mom is my best friend. I usually tell her EVERYTHING. However, I couldn't bring myself to tell her what really happened last night with Michael. Not because I'm ashamed or scared that she'll judge me.... But because I feel like what happened last night was way too intimate and sacred. It should stay between he and I. Nobody else is meant to know. Not mom, not even my friends.

" Just a nice dinner with a friend, mom. That's it."

She grew quiet for a brief moment.

" Are you ok, Peach?"

I struggled to speak briefly As words got caught on my tongue. Mom knows me very well, but I didn't expect her to notice anything out of the norm. Maybe it's my tone.

" I, uh.... Why do you ask?"

" I don't know. You just sound a bit down today."

I stared out the window tucking a piece of curl behind my ear, and pressed my lips together into a straight line.

" I'm just tired mom, that's all. I went to bed rather late last night."

" Mhm, because you were up late with Michael." Her tone had a hint of suspicion. She knows damn well that what happened last night, was more than just dinner.

I couldn't help but giggle.

" Yeah..."

"Aha....."

It got quiet once again, and I could feel my cheeks start to burn up, feverishly. My teeth sunk down onto my bottom lip, anxiously.

" Ok, well, I'll let you go then. I have to get back to attending my plants and I know you're at work. I will talk to you later ok, Peach?" I felt a wave of relief take over that she didn't continue to interrogate me. Mom is retired and grows the most beautiful succulents, and sells them.

" Ok mom. Love you."

" I love you more sweetheart."

After getting off the phone with mom, I responded to my friends in our group chat, finally. They all asked me the same questions mom did, and they got the same answer. It was just dinner. That's all. That's it. I let out a shallow breath, and frowned. I'd give anything to hear from Michael. Even if it's a simple hello. Ughhhh, I hated feeling so desperate. Last night was such an amazing night. I don't understand why he's avoiding me. Hopefully my crying didn't scare him off into thinking that I may want more from him than just sex. Why is he like this? Why am I like this???! Why do I care so much? I hate that I feel everything so fiercely. I hate that he's so scared to love, that he hides away from anything that may be good for him. He doesn't understand that I'd treat him like the king he is. I would never hurt him the way those other women did. Life is so damn unfair! Fuck it, I'm going to swallow my pride, and text him.

I picked up my phone, and nervously bit my lip. I stared hesitantly at his name on the screen, thinking of what to write. I wasn't sure what to say. My fingers froze, and my heart began to accelerate quite dramatically. Slowly , but surely , my fingers began to move. My palms became so sweaty.

" Hey 👋🏼 Michael. I Just wanted to make sure you were doing ok. You left without saying a word, and I didn't get to say goodbye. Thank you again for fixing my electrical issue yesterday. I really did have the best night of my life last night. Hopefully you are having a great day."

I read through the text over a million times, debating whether I should hit the send button or not. I'm hoping this doesn't make me seem too desperate. Ugh, who am I kidding? I'm completely hopeless. Fuck it, I'm not sending it. I sound so pathetic. Completely ridiculous. I set my phone down on the passenger seat and realized that I somehow accidentally still sent the text.

" Oh fuck no no no no nooooo!" I shrieked while resting my hand on my forehead in a panic. I picked my phone back up, and stared at it mortified. " That's just great.GOOD job Indya!"
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Michael sat in his car eating a bologna sandwich for lunch. He regretted leaving his left over Thai food at Indya's house last night. The day had been going pretty steady. He was glad there was alot of work to do today, because it helped him stay focused. Indya had been running through his mind since the moment he woke up. He didn't want to think about her. However, It was inevitable. Although he showered when he got home, her scent somehow still lingers in his nostril, in his pores. The wind blows, and he swears he gets a whiff of the smell of her intoxicating perfume. It's really hard for him to refrain from texting, and checking on her. He really does like Indya.... A lot. More than he's willing to admit. Making love to her last night only sparked a deeper interest for her. An interest he's trying so hard to avoid. Out of fear.... Fear of getting close to someone again. One thing his friend was right about, is how stubborn he truly is. He couldn't shake off the memories of Indya's angelic voice singing to him, and wearing that sexy lingerie. She drove him so crazy! Indya was like no other girl he'd ever met.

Michael took a bite of his sandwich, and just chewed as he casually went through his social media. Suddenly, a text came through and he saw that it was from Indya. His heart immediately skipped a beat. He swallowed his food down, and slowly sat the sandwich onto his lap. He opened the text, and silently read it. A wave of guilt immediately took over him completely. He truly felt like such a jerk for ghosting her this way. Michael contemplated with himself if he should even have the decency to respond back.

" No, if I respond to the text, then she will only reel me right back in. I must remain strong." He thought. His actions may make him out to be like a jerk, but he's doing what he thinks is right in order to spare his feelings as well as her own. While he sat there in deep thought, his phone suddenly began to ring causing him to jump. Was it Indya??? No, It was his friend Robert. Michael answered with intrigue. It wasn't often that his friend would call him while at work.

" Hey man.. what's up?".

" So, when were you planning on telling me that you've been seeing Preston's ex?" Robert asked, going straight to the point.

Michael knitted his brows down in confusion causing lines on his forehead to form.

" What? What are you talking about???"

" Man, I took Ruffles to get his shots over on Elmer st and she was the tech who assisted us. We started talkin and I told her about my businesses, because believe me when I tell you this Mike, and I mean it in the most respectful way. I was bout to shoot my shot, you hear me?! That girl is FINE, FINE. She asked me if I knew you, and I said yeah.and you are lucky you're my boy or else I would have snatched her ass up.."

Michael couldn't believe his ears. Of all days, this had to happen TODAY? seems as though he can't even escape her if he wanted to. Still in disbelief, Michael gulped down hard on his food. Are they even talking about the same person?

" wait.... Wait....You saw Indya?"

" Yes!"

" Oh...." Michael's eyes flickered in horror as he began to feel shame starting to settle in. What did she tell him? Did she tell him he'd ghosted her?

" How did she look?" He asked somberly, as he anxiously nibbled on his bottom lip.

"How—— Man, How did she look?!! bruh, did you not hear me say she was FINE? How did she look? She looked fine As FUCK! What do you mean?"

Michael waved his hand around, expressively.

" No, no I don't mean her looks. I meant how did she look as in, was she sad? Upset? What did she tell you about me?"

Feeling suddenly confused by Michael's question, Robert grimaced.

" I mean, she seemed cool to me and she didn't really say anything other than y'all hung out over the weekend." Robert then paused for a moment. "Wait, Why? Why would she even be sad or upset?"

Michael ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and released a sigh.

" Because I don't plan on seeing her again.I was with her last night and left once she fell asleep. I left without saying anything and I haven't reached out to her all day."

" Man, what?! Why?" Robert raised his voice in frustration.

Michael stared out the window, and watched as a couple of ravens flew past the window shield. His voice was low, sad and melancholic.

" It's better that way, Rob. She's a good girl With a good head on her shoulders. It's best I stay away from her or else I'll end up hurting her and I'll never forgive myself for it."

" hurt her how? Man, you ain't making no damn sense."

Michael sighed.

" Indya is still young with dreams. Dreams of finding true love one day. I can't give her that because, it's not what I want in return. She deserves someone who can reciprocate the things her heart desires."

" Oh, I truly believe that you do want it just as bad as she. You can't sit here and try to convince me otherwise ."

" I really don't want to be in a relationship with anyone. You know this! So no. You are wrong. I don't want it. Love and relationships has done nothing but cause me drama. I'm good."

" Yes, I do know that... but I also know that you have avoided plenty of beautiful women that I've tried to introduce you to. Yet, you actually took the time to hang out with Indya over the weekend ? Come on. You like her...."

Michael released a shallow breath through his nose.

" I never said I didn't" He admitted.

"Indya is not like any other woman I know. She's intelligent, very talented, funny and nurturing. Not to mention that she has her shit together. She's truly the whole package. And for that reason I must stay away. I'll be damned if I let another woman hurt me again..." Robert can clearly hear the hurt that lingered in his friends voice. He knows exactly what he's talking about. He knows the history behind Michael's apprehension to fall In love, and this stems deeper than just Kiera.

"Michael, I understand what you've been through but have you ever stopped to think that maybe life is trying to give you some sort of redemption through Indya? I don't think you want to pass up that woman. Especially with all those great qualities you just mentioned. She is a once in a life time opportunity. I really don't want you to make a decision you will come to regret in the future."

" I've already made up my mind, man. I'm staying away. Please try to respect my decision." His voice was cold as he responded.

Robert usually doesn't interfere over Michael's life this way, especially since he's aware of how stubborn Michael really is. He knows this is a battle not worth fighting, because he will lose it. However,  he really likes Indya and felt like she is the type of woman his friend needs. He'd seen first hand just how much suffering Michael endured throughout the years. He was only looking out for his best interest. There is nothing he wants more than to see him truly happy with a good woman. If anyone knows how great of a person Michael is, it's Robert.

Robert's demeanor softened a bit, as he released a sigh.

" Ok Mike, very well. I'll drop it. But not without asking you one more thing."

Michael scowled. " what?"

"Did you atleast tap that?"

Michael then released a soft chuckle, and shook his head. Just like Indya, he doesn't feel the need to kiss and tell. Their intimacy was also very sacred for him as well. But of course, knowing how curious Robert is, he definitely expected him to ask such question.

" Must you be so perverted?"

Robert cracked a smirk from the corner of his mouth. He's glad he could ease the mood with his sense of humor.

" Hey, I'm trying to find out before shooting my shot. Cause since you don't want her and all...."

Michael frowned and grew very quiet. Robert suddenly released a chuckle.

" I'm kidding dawg. I would never do no shit like that. "

Michael knew he wouldn't, but still felt a sense of relief. The thought of Indya being with anyone but him all of a sudden bothered him. He wasn't supposed to even care, right? yet he did....

" Hey, if you want to shoot your shot, by all means, have at it!." Michael responded, really not meaning any of it and hoping his friend won't take the offer. Michael needed Robert to believe that he didn't really give a shit about Indya. That leaving her alone is what he truly wanted And is not bothered by it one bit. That way he can believe it his damn self.

" Naaaaa I'm gonna leave that one alone. It just wouldn't feel right anymore. Especially after seeing how much she really likes you back... "

Robert said that in hopes it would catch Michael's attention. Of course, his ear twitched at what he said as curiosity now took over. Michael knows that Indya likes him, but really didn't know to what extent. According to her, she just wanted to fuck for revenge. That's it..

" what do you mean, Rob?"

" Does it matter? You're not interested in her anyway, remember?" He teased.

" Man, come on just tell me. What do you mean you could see how much she likes me?"

Robert smiled widely with satisfaction. He was happy to have reeled Michael's curiosity right back in like a fish in the water.

" The way she spoke about you.... She was literally gushing. And the way she smiled too? I don't know what you did to that girl last night, but she was definitely still caught in a trance.

Michael couldn't help but blush, and grin to himself, as he remembered the events from last night. If only Robert knew how amazing the night truly went between them. How amazing the sex was with her... How he can't seem to get her off his mind no matter how hard he tried. How she was the best he ever had. But no, he will never confess such things to his friend. Not anyone!

" Why have sex with a girl you clearly like just to ghost her? This is not like you, Mike. It's not in your character to ghost anyone." Robert continued to scold.

" Who says we had sex? I didn't say we had sex."

Robert rolled his eyes, and sucked his teeth in disbelief. Did Michael really think he was that dense?

" Man, come on now. Do you think I was born yesterday? Besides, I know you Mike. Probably better than you know yourself. "

Michael grew quiet, and pensive. He had a point. As much as he wanted to keep last night to himself, there was no use in hiding it from his best friend. He couldn't even deny it anymore. He released a sigh, and put the remainder of his lunch back into his lunch box. He no longer had an appetite.

" Look, this was her idea, Rob. It was understood from the very beginning that there would be nothing serious between us. Only sex."

 

"What do you mean HER idea?" Robert asked curiously. Michael sighed.

" The other night,  we got a little too high at the party she invited me to. She suggested we have a fling with one another in order to get back at kiera, and Preston. I initially agreed, but after sharing our first kiss together that night, Something in me just sparked. I just knew that I wasn't going to go through with it..... it was going to be a very dangerous game to play...but then last night happened. I got to see a different side of her that was much more mesmerizing than her beauty. I was blinded, somehow caught in her spell. So, I gave in.... And it was amazing."

" wait?? So this is all about getting back at Kiera and Preston?" Robert interrupted.

" Yes, but I wasn't expecting to connect with her so strongly. Although all of this was suppose to just be a FLING or a friends with benefit situation, I know in my heart that I'm going to catch feelings. And so will she..... because I know that she felt that strong connection too. She's not like these other girls out here. She's deep, authentic, so emotionally intelligent. Wise beyond her years, Rob. She's a very good girl. I'm sparing us both. It's best that I stay completely away from her."

" Ah, I see, because you're scared you'll actually fall in love with her, and that she will fall in love with you." He teased.

Michael bit his lip as he grimaced in frustration. He hated how much Robert knew him.

" Tell me Mike. What's so bad about that? She could be the one for all you know. Listen to yourself man! You are gushing about her the same way she gushed about you. It's obvious that yall have a special thing going. Don't throw it all away over your fears of falling in love and getting hurt. Life is just too short not to take chances!"

Michael shook his head.

" No. there is no such thing as the one. Love is not meant for me at all. It's just not.... I'm done taking chances!"

" With that attitude, no, it's not. You are right." Preston retorted.

Michael licked his lips, and sighed deeply once again.

" Look, Indya and I had an agreement. It was only supposed to be a fling, no strings attached. No feelings, no gushy mess. I made it very clear that I didn't want anything serious to come out of this, and she agreed. There is no commitment here. So, I will exit from her life as I please because I can.... And that's that."

Robert's neck twitched back at how cold Michael sounded. It wasn't like him to be this way. Michael does not treat women like this.

" Ok, fine brother. I'll drop it. But before I do, just know that I think that ghosting her is a pretty shitty move from you. I'm gonna keep it a buck..."

Michael scoffed.

" Well, good thing that what YOU think is completely irrelevant here. This is my life, not yours. And if you'll excuse me, I have work to get back to. I'll talk to you later." Without allowing Robert to say another word, he abruptly disconnected the phone.

Robert stared back at the phone in shock, while clenching his jaw. Michael's hard headedness was infuriating him. He felt the veins pulsing from his temple, as he fought the urge to call Michael back, and cuss his ass out for hanging up on his face.

Michael threw his phone down onto the passenger seat, and ran both hands through his hair, angrily. The last thing he needed was for his friend to reprimand him, and make him feel guilty for his actions. He didn't need his judgment. He needed his support, and understanding. He'd already made up his mind. He didn't want Robert to make him second guess himself. Why did he have to run into Indya??? Just fucking why?!!!" His thoughts screamed. Michael stared at his phone and , remained pensive for a brief moment. His expression twisted into a scowl as he hesitantly grabbed the phone. He pulled up the message that Indya sent, and read it a last time before he blocked and deleted the number completely.
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Indya got home from work, and immediately changed into her running shorts, and sports bra. A few hours had passed since she last sent the message to Michael, and still hasn't gotten a response from him. This had her feeling really bothered and unsettled. She needed a full distraction. A release so that she can get her mind off of him, and decompress. He was consuming her whole being right now and it was driving her crazy. She put on her running shoes, threw her hair in a messy bun, and was out the door. Her air pods were already in her ear as she listened to alternative rock. It's her go to when running.. Every song that came on, made her think of Michael. The more he popped up in her mind, the harder she ran. The faster she went. The more out of breath she was because she wasn't focused on breathing properly. The air was crisp, and breezy. Not yet cold, and not too hot anymore. Fall was approaching and the weather was becoming cooler. "why can't I get him off my mind? This was just a fling. A stupid, fucking fling! Why did he have to ghost me like this? Why can't I stop thinking about his smile, his laugh, his gentle touch? I can't stop craving his kisses, his presence?! Why did he have to take all of that away from me, and leave me out to starve? What the hell am I even thinking?? Starve?? That sounds dramatic, Indya, chill. Him ghosting me, is affecting me more than Preston's infidelity. How could this be?? It's too soon to feel this way." Her thoughts were loud to the point it was louder than the music playing through her ears. Beads of sweat formed onto her forehead from the exasperation. A song by Meg Myers came on next. It's titled breaks my back. Indya immediately resonated with the lyrics. Especially with how she felt right now which was shear frustration. The lyrics, the vibe, the tempo of the song .... It was sexy, sensual, and dark...

"You keep my head in the clouds
I keep my hands on your mouth
When I tell you I want you deeper, I mean it
Your touch is more than a feeling, I need it
Slowly show me you know how
You give me love, give me love
Until it breaks my back
You leave me numb, leave me numb
Until the pain bites back
You give me you, body and blood
And you assume that it's enough (Oh, you)
You give me love, give me love
Until it breaks my back
You said I'm just what you need
But I don't belive it's true
Now I'm down on my knees
And it's all because of you
You give me love, give me love
Until it breaks my back (It's all because of you)
You leave me numb, leave me numb
Until the pain bites back
You give me you, body and blood
And you assume that it's enough (Oh, you)
You give me love, give me love
Until it breaks my back
(It's all because of you)
It's all because of you
It's all because of you

Indya's breathing continued to become more and more labored. The song was reaching to its peak as it finalized with the words " it's all because of you" that only caused Indya to envision Michael in her bed again on top of her. Skin to skin... feeling each other's warmth. The flash backs came in like lightning bolts as the song continued to carry its tune with the capturing melody. Remembering how he felt, how she dug her fingers into his flesh, the feeling of his searing mouth on hers, the feel of his soft bare skin. Each memory of last night was causing her breath to become hitched as it flashed over and over again.
The way he sounded when he moaned out her name. Why did he take it all away? She will forever hunger for him, no one else will ever be able to satisfy such yearning deep within her soul, because he is the only one who figured out her darkest desires in just one night.

Indya couldn't take it anymore. At this point she could no longer breathe, and she felt a pain shoot to her rib cage from breathing so sharply. The running came to an abrupt halt as She lowered her body, resting her hands onto the knees trying to catch her breath. Her mouth drew open, as she huffed and puffed with her eyes closed tight. The coolness of the hair filled her lungs causing it to tingle. She's been running for years....she is used to it. She knows how to control her breathing during a run, but Michael had her so fucking distracted. The purpose of the run was to clear her head but for the first time in years, that didn't help.

One of her neighbors that lived a few houses down was walking the dog, and saw Indya bent over trying to catch her breath.

" you alright over there, neighbor?"

Called out a sweet, southern voice. Indya quickly looked up, and she placed a hand on her stomach and waived with the other one at the neighbor.

" Yeah, I'm good Mrs Tammy. I'm Just taking a break..." she then forced a smile to assure the neighbor that all was ok. The neighbor smiled back, and pulled at the leash to redirect the dog.

" Ok, I'm just making sure you were alright honey." Indya smiled tenderly.

" I really appreciate it.."

" you have a good night sweetheart. And be safe out here."

" You have a good night as well."

With that, the neighbor walked away with the dog back towards her home. The night was starting to fall as darkness began to cover the sky like a blanket. It was staring to get late. Indya felt a rumble in her stomach. She hadn't eaten all day except for all that coffee she'd consumed. Maybe that's why she was feeling rather over worked with that run. It was time to head home, and refuel by eating last nights delicious left overs. She decided to take it easy, and lightly jog her way back home.

After dinner, Indya took a long hot shower to wash away all the sweat from her run. The shower felt like an eternity as she found herself in deep thought " what if I never really hear from Michael again?" She kept thinking about the possibilities over and over and tried to make her peace with it, but it was damn near impossible. Texting him again was out of the question. She had to be forced to move on even though her heart wasn't ready to let go of him. Not after last night. Once Indya was done with her shower, she changed into a purple crop top, and decided to lounge around in just her black lacy underwear. She did her night time beauty routine, then got into bed and decided to have a smoke session to relax her mind. She turned on some music from her little blue tooth speaker as I fall apart by Post Malone began to play. Her head bobbed, and swayed to the music while taking in a huge puff of the weed, then releasing it slowly. A huge cloud of smoke formed covering her whole face.

"She told me that I'm not enough (yeah)
And she left me with a broken heart (yeah)
She fooled me twice, and it's all my fault (yeah)
She cut too deep, now she left me scarred (yeah)
Now there's so many thoughts goin' through my brain (yeah)
And now I'm takin' these shots like it's Novocaine, yeah"

She mouthed the lyrics to the song, as she felt her body begin to elevate from the high. With eyes closed, her head continued to sway. For some reason this song was hitting much harder this time than any other time. Maybe because of what she was feeling for Michael. Or maybe it was the weed. It gave her goosebumps nontheless . Flash backs of last night played over and over. Never before has a man lived rent free inside her mind. If this is love, she's never felt anything like it. Although not hearing from him did hurt her feelings, she can't help the butterflies that still form inside her stomach at the thought of him. She had a sudden urge to write. Her mind was filled with poetry that just ached to flow out of her finger tips. After all, she still does have a show to attend to in a few months at the poetry club, and still hasn't worked on a song yet. With everything going through her mind right now, and having these intense feelings that have blossomed for Michael, it was the perfect time to let it pour into her music. Indya ran into her art room, grabbed the guitar with a notebook and pen in hand, and got to work.
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*3 weeks later*

Weeks went by and Indya still hadn't heard from Michael at all. She did however, see his friend Robert a lot at the animal clinic when he would come bring the dogs for either shots or check ups. They'd developed a casual friendship, and get along very well. He definitely didn't cross the line with her just like he said he wouldn't out of respect of his friendship. Because he knew his friend has feelings for Indya even though he wasn't willing to admit it. Everytime he'd come to the clinic, they would talk about Michael. Indya would try to keep tabs on Michael, hoping he'd spoken about her at all. Robert wouldn't give her much information other than Michael has been quiet and distant lately. Especially after the last conversation they've had where he hung up the phone on Robert's face. Ever since that day, Michael has been very short and distant with his friend. He just needed to move on from everything. From Kiera, from Indya. There was too much of a war going on in his head about his feelings, and what he truly wanted. He didn't want to let go of Indya. Even though weeks flew by, he still could smell her distinctive scent wherever he went. When he closes his eyes to go to sleep at night, he sees her beautiful face, and green penetrating eyes so vividly. The sound of her alluring voice singing birds of a feather continues to play repeatedly like a broken record in his mind. Forgetting her has truly been inevitable. In such a short time, Indya had managed to leave such an imprint in his heart, and in his life. This is why Michael has been distant with Robert, because he knew, with all the things he was feeling, and fighting, he'd somehow convince him to find Indya. Even though he knows where Indya works and lives, he is sure she would want nothing to do with him after Ghosting her in such manner. Does he regret his decision? Perhaps. At the same time, he feels that it was the best move. The pain from his past is so surreal, and it haunts him every day. The things he endured from not only Kiera, but the ex before her, Inflicted wounds that are not yet healed. They are still gashed open, and bleeding. If he lets Indya in, and she hurts him the same way Kiera did, he wouldn't survive it. The thought of it terrifies him. The walls built around his heart are larger than the great walls of China. For Indya, it will be like going through a labyrinth to get to his heart. It's going to take a long time to break through those barriers. These past few weeks have been particularly hard on Indya. She really tried to play it cool in the beginning, but all of this actually ended up affecting her more than she thought it would.

The unknown has truly been the most bothersome. Not knowing why Michael ghosted her, left so many unanswered questions. Was it something she did wrong? Was she not good enough? She couldn't help but compare herself to Kiera. He had given Kiera a chance even though she'd thrown up on his shoes, and ruined them. Even though she didn't really make a good impression on their first date. Yet, he didn't completely ghost her. Everything went perfectly well between Michael and Indya the night he fixed her electrical outlet, yet his reaction was to ghost her just like that after making love?? Indya was hurt, mad, sad, confused, enraged!! How dare he? After opening up so effortlessly that night. Sharing her art room, Her body?!!! How is Kiera any better than she is??? She completely understood that Michael didn't want any attachments between the two. He made that very clear. He made her promise not to fall in love with him, and yet she foolishly agreed to such a nonsensical pact. Knowing that deep down in her heart it would be absurd. Especially with how she was already feeling. Michael has nothing that ties them together. She knew what she was getting herself into, so why even get hurt by his actions? He can come and go as he please, right? Since there is no commitment. However, his actions still left Indya feeling humiliated, and vulnerable. Somehow deep down, she expected better from him; Not this. Ghosting her was degrading in a sense. It was cruel. She never experienced this before with anyone. Sex with others in the past was never ok without commitment first for this very reason. Yet, she bent all the rules for Michael, and it backfired. The unknown will forever bother her more than Preston's infidelity. Not knowing why Michael Ghosted her, will aways weigh on her mind. The crazy part of it all, is she still cares about him. She still hopes that destiny will allow them to see each other again. The hopeless romantic in her believes he is somehow the one. The one that got away. The butterflies don't stop fluttering at the simple thought of him. Her heart just can't let go.

It was a usual Sunday after noon, and Indya and her mother sat quietly in the living room folding clothes. They had just gotten done cleaning and washing a load of clothes. Her mom watched carefully as her daughter folded each linen as though she was deep in thought. She saw a frown hanging on her lips. A frown that's been there for a while now. Her light looked like it had been dimmed somehow. She had been particularly quiet today though, and it was bothering her so. This was not like Indya at all. She is usually laughing, talking, dancing around the house to music while cleaning. She had notice a change well over a few weeks ago in her daughters mood but today was different. "What is going on with my baby girl?" her mom thought. Indya sat there, stewing in her own thoughts. It's been three weeks. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing at this very moment. Was he thinking about her too? She shook her head dismissing the thought. She couldn't allow herself to get distracted from such mundane notions. But despite her efforts, her mind kept wandering back to him. No matter how hard she tried to stop thinking of Michael, it was impossible to shake off the thoughts that were plaguing her. She was so far gone, she didn't even notice her mother staring. She didn't hear her when she called her name.
"Peach?"
Indya blinked a few times, as she looked up to meet her mother's glance like a deer caught in a headlight. She could see the look of worry lingering on her expressions.
"Is everything alright? You have been awfully quiet today."
Without even giving it any second thought, her lips moved to speak. Whatever it was that was plaguing her, it needed to finally come out. She really needed her mother's advice on this turmoil going on in her life. Nobody knew what was going on. Not even her friends. All this time she lied about her situation with Michael. She told everyone all was well, and that they were still talking to one another as friends. She was too humiliated to admit he'd ghosted her.
"Have you ever been ghosted by anyone?" Indya finally asked. Her voice cold, barely above a whisper.
Her mom's necked twitched back at her daughter's sudden question. Her brows knitting down in confusion. Being a GEN X, she really didn't know what ghosting even meant. Indya stared attentively, waiting to hear an answer.
"Ghosted? I am not sure what that even means, Peach."
Indya released a sigh, as a small smile snuck its way to the corner of her mouth while shaking her head. Of course she didn't know what it meant.
"What? You know I don't know the words you young kids use these days." Her mom says defensively. "Can you please be more specific?"
Indya paused for a moment and slowly looked down at the shirt she was folding. She didn't realize how embarrassing these questions were truly going to be. It's usually not hard to speak to her mother about these things but this time for some reason it was.
Indya sighed once again, still scared to look her mother in the eyes.
"Have you ever had sex with someone and never heard from them again?" Again, her mother was left baffled by the question. Probably even more so now. The way in which Indya asked the question left a bad taste in her mother's mouth. The thought of someone doing something like that to her daughter was unsettling.

"You mean have I ever been stood up?" Indya finally looked up at her mother and watched how her expressions turned into worry. She nodded.
"Peach, who stood you up? Was it Michael?" Indya swallowed back the rock that was in her throat. "You're not answering the question, mom." Her mother sat there quietly for a moment with her brows still lowered. "Not that I can recall, Peach. I have only been with two men in my life. Your father, and the boyfriend I had before him."
Great, now Indya felt so very ashamed. Her mother was not a whore like her daughter. She sat there and frowned for a moment.
"Peach? Did Michael stand you up?" she paused... thinking before letting Indya say anything. "You never told me that you slept with him."
Indya nervously tucked a piece of curl behind her ear and shifted her body around to face her mom completely. Her mom stared back anxiously waiting for Indya to answer.
"Nobody knew, mom." She admitted.
"We slept together the day he came over to fix the electrical issue in the laundry room." Her mother snapped her finger with a quickness that caused Indya to jump. "I knew it!" she exclaimed. Her motherly instincts knew more happened that night than Indya was willing to admit.

"You did?" Indya asked, shamefully.
"Of course I did, Peach. I wasn't born yesterday. I knew all along that more happened that night. I was just waiting for you to finally open up to me about it. I don't know what took you so long."

"I'm sorry mom. I know that we always talk about everything. You are truly my one and only confidant other than Thao. But this..... this I just had to keep to myself."
"Because it was just too sacred...." Her mother interrupted. Indya's eyes shook slightly, feeling content that her mother somehow understood where she was coming from.
"Yes. Very much so." Indya whispered.
Her mother reached out and grabbed Indya's hand cuffing it with hers, gently.
" You don't need to be sorry. I understand that you can't tell me everything all of the time. You aren't a little girl anymore."
Indya smiled warmly at her loving mother, and gave her hand a squeeze. It made her sad to hear her mom say that; Guilty that she didn't open up sooner.
"What happened that night, Peach? I won't judge you. You know I never would."
It took a moment for Indya to speak. She had to gather her thoughts completely. She needed this moment so much. Hearing what her mother thought about all of this meant a lot. Indya licked her lips before speaking and took a deep breath.
"Mom, I think it's best I start from the beginning..." her mother braced herself but was ready to listen with an open mind.
"Ok..."
"Michael is Kiera's ex..." Her mother's eyes widened in shock but tried to keep herself together and refrain from judgement.
"Um, ok??" She then began to wave her hands, with a disgruntled look on her face as she came to terms with what Indya was saying.
" wait, wait, what??" Indya stifled a light giggle, and rolled her eyes playfully.
"Mom, you said no judgment, remember?" She reminded her, while cornering an eye.
" I'm not judging. Sorry...Please, just go on..."

"So, he came looking for Preston the day before Ashleys party. Instead, he found me. We spoke a bit about why he was there. My guess in that moment was that he wanted to confront Preston. He was so angry. Anywho, he ended up leaving. Later that day, he came back wanting to talk more. He needed closure. He needed to speak to someone who understood his pain; someone he could relate to. Of course I understood." My man" cheated on me with his girlfriend. Throughout our conversation, we somehow connected. We bonded in a way that was so breathtaking. And it didn't help that he is just so painfully handsome too. So broken, yet so sexy. She paused for a moment with a blank stare. Her mind in deep thought... Everytime Indya speaks of Michael her heart just flutters. Her mother didn't dare interrupt.

"There was so much sadness in his voice , so much brokenness in his eyes. Yet, I still saw through the cracks, and what I saw was alluring. Even through the shattered pieces, I saw the beauty in the storm. The way he loves, mom, it's so deep, and beautiful. If you really take the time to look deep into his eyes, you can see how it's filled with so much wonderment beyond all the hurt he's endured. I see a kind man with a beautiful loving heart and spirit. A damaged man who has been beat and battered who just wants to be appreciated... to be loved correctly. I wanted to make him smile at all costs, to see him shine. I wanted to be the reason for it too as silly as it sounds. So, I invited him to the party. I just needed to see him again. My heart was beating so fast at the sight of him throughout the night. The way he is with me, mom, he's such the perfect gentleman." Her mother watched in awe as her daughter gushed about this guy with such wonderment. She has never seen her daughter react this way over any other guy. It looked so familiar. That is how she felt about Indya's father. It was very much clear that her little girl is in love with Michael.

"We smoked a little weed that night and had a little wine..." she continued.

"The things he said to me, were the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. He talked about how stupid Preston was for letting me go.  That I was beautiful, and he loved my hair. And you know how frustrated I get with my hair, but he glorified it. Called me a queen.....We kissed, and that in itself, was so magical. He was so gentle, mom.... The way he caresses my face when he kisses me, is straight out of a story book. I've never been kissed that way before. He is just so romantic." Indya felt the grip of her mother's hand tighten a little more. Listening to her daughter speak this way, was making her feel all warm inside.
" I.... I told him we should sleep with one another to get back at Preston and Kiera. I don't know why, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. To seek revenge. Why not? We felt an attraction for one another. Maybe if we give in to the fire, it will make us feel better instead of burn. But, He didn't want to do it.  Michael was very reluctant. Again, he's a complete gentleman. When he came over to fix my electrical issue, he confessed to feeling that spark when we kissed. He didn't want either of us to get hurt, because sex complicates things. Michael said he can't give me commitment, and that I deserve better. He's not ready. Better yet, he says he never wants to find love again. It sucks right? To find someone as incredible as he, and he can't give in to you due to other people's wrongdoing. It's not fair. I let it go; told him we didn't have to do anything. That we could simply just be friends."

A smile slowly crept along Indya's lips as she continued to recollect, while her mother gazed at her with so much absorption. Taking in every detail, every expression.

"I showed him my art room that night. He saw the portrait of daddy. I played him a song, because he saw my guitar and asked me to play something. Can you believe it??? I sang to him privately in the comfort of my home." Indya's mother paled for a moment. Her eyes widened in surprise. She knows just how particular her daughter is about letting anyone inside the Private room. That astonished her more than Indya singing for him.
"You let him in the Private room?" her mom asked with brows pulled together.
Indya stifled a light giggle.
"Yes. I know. it's crazy, isn't it?"
"You don't even let me in there..." Her mother teased and Indya giggled again.

"After singing for Michael, something in him changed. Next thing I knew, he was in my bed making love to me. Because yes, he was making love to me. I know the difference between fucking and making love. He was passionate, romantic, gentle..... Maybe I'm just being naïve or too innocent, but he whispered the sweetest things in my ear; It felt real. Like he meant every word. I just knew he had a change of heart. But I was wrong. Instead, he left that very night, and I haven't heard from him since..... and I don't know why. If everything went as great as it did, why run away from it? Why push me away? Was I not good enough? Was I not Worthy of at least an explanation as to why he didn't want to see or hear from me again?" Indya's mother stared back at her daughter with so much compassion. She hated to see her daughter so distraught over this.

" Peach, from what you're telling me, do you really think you could only just be friends with him?" She asked gently.

"I didn't want it to end, mom. I didn't care if he never wanted to be with me romantically....If we only ended up being friends. I just wanted to be in his life..." At that point Indya felt choked up suddenly. Tears began to cloud her eyes, and lips began to quiver.  Indya's mother immediately grabbed her daughter's other hand and gripped both tightly.
"Oh, Peach I don't know if you've noticed, but.... You are so in love with him..." She said it with such seriousness, that it moved her daughter to full blown tears. Indya wasn't ready for such realization. Perhaps deep down she already knew but didn't want to divulge. How could this even be love already? So soon? No, this can't be, right? But hearing her mom say it, somehow made it sound much more real. Indya let go of her mother's hands and rested her head on her lap.

"Isn't it too soon mom?" Can someone really fall in love this fast?" Indya asked shakily, as hot tears began to run down her cheeks. Her mother lovingly ran her fingers through her hair.

"Peach, I don't think there's a set speed, no. Love isn't something you can measure like that. Sometimes it's a slow burn, a gradual realization that grows over time. Other times it hits you like a lightning bolt- sudden, intense, and undeniable." She paused, as her mind thought of Indya's father. "What matters isn't how fast its happening, but what you build together after that initial spark. And my heart is telling me that Michael felt that spark... and quite honestly, it more than likely scared him. Some people react differently to things after the trauma a heartbreak causes. I'm not saying he was right for ghosting you, but I understand why he probably did it. It's only been a month since you and he broke up from your exes. All of this happened so soon. Maybe he needed time to gather his thoughts and feelings. Sex can most definitely complicate and change things. Why don't you try to reach out to him?" Indya sniffled, and she wiped the tears from her face. "I did mom. Like three weeks ago, and he left me on read." Her mother nodded.

"I see." Her mother grew pensive for a moment before speaking again.

"Let me tell you about how I met your father, Peach. I don't think I've never told you the full story." Indya's ears perked up attentively. Sure, she's heard many versions from both parents but not in detail.
"I was in a relationship with this guy named David. He was my first real boyfriend. Things between us was so serious. I honestly thought he was the one;The one I was going to marry. He was tall, handsome with Long blonde hair and these beautiful icy blue eyes. I was so deeply in love with him. Well, 5 months into the relationship, we went out to our favorite diner for dinner. It was there that he told me that he'd met someone else and that he didn't want to be with me anymore. I was only 19 years old. My heart was completely shattered, and my self-esteem took a huge hit. I was heartbroken and distraught for a while. I told myself I'll never fall in love with anyone else ever again. I gave David my all, my virginity! I didn't want to go through that hurt again. I didn't want to belong to anyone else."  Indya's mom rested her head back onto the couch, as she reminisced such painful part of her life. Although it happened a long time ago, it still felt so vividly fresh. Indya felt so bad hearing that her mother went through something like that. It angered her, actually. She didn't know this guy David, but she already hated him so much for hurting her mother.

"About a year later your father came along so suddenly, and out the blue. A tall, dark man with the best curly hair I've ever seen. That's where your amazing hair came from too. He also had the best sense of humor. He had so much charm and charisma. I'm not going to lie, It took a while for him to court me, because I just didn't trust anyone anymore after having my heart broken in such manner...But I too, knew that I loved him the moment I laid eyes on him. I fell in love with his personality. For all that he was. He mended my heart back together with his never-ending love for me even though it wasn't his responsibility to do so. He wasn't the one that hurt me. Regardless of what David put me through, I was able to finally move on and heal. Being loved correctly by your father saved me." Indya's mother felt a tear well up into her eyes, but she fought them back.

" Your father was and still is the love of my life. When I thought I was through with love, he changed my whole mindset on it. I've never been able to love anyone else and I'm sure I never will."

Indya felt overcome with emotion hearing her mother talk about her father. She doesn't talk much about him these days because it pains her to do so. Her parents' love for one another is something she looked up to. They were the perfect example. It was truly inspiring. She never once saw them argue or disrespect one another. He treated her mother so gently. Indya turned to face her mother and made eye contact. To her surprise, tears streamed down her mother's cheek. Seeing such reaction, broke Indya's heart to pieces. Even though talking about Indya's father made her mother really sad, she still managed to wipe her daughter's tears away instead of het own.

" I am telling you all of this Peach so you can see that there is no time limit on how fast you could fall in love. Some people find it early, some later, and some find it again after they thought they'd lost it. There's no right or wrong timeline. What matters is being open to it when it comes, and not settling for less than what you deserve."

Her words suddenly reminded her of the dream she had with her father. " keep on fighting for what you truly deserve." His voice still echoing continuously in her mind...

" I had a dream about dad the night after I'd been with Michael." Her mother's heart immediately stopped, as her mouth flew open with surprise.

" Oh really, Peach?" You haven't dreamt of your father in years!"

" I know. It was random for sure, but it was so nice to see him. It felt so real. It didn't really feel like a dream."

" What was it about?"

Indya licked her lips, and she sniffled trying to recollect her memories of that dream.

" He..... he told me to never settle for less than I deserve, and to fight for what truly makes me happy."

Indya's mother put her hand over her mouth to fight back sobs. She knew first hand that was her father's way of letting Indya know he's watching over her.She knew it for a fact.

"Oh Peach...." Her mom whispered shakily.

" Your father is most definitely watching over  you. Maybe try taking his advice."

" Mom, how can I even begin to get over it? How do I get over HIM?" Indya was curled up on the couch with her mom, with piles of clothes surrounding them. Her mother sighed, wrapping an arm around her daughter, tightly.

"Oh honey. Heartbreak is like a storm. It rages, and tears everything apart, but eventually it does pass." She paused to think for a moment.

"The trick is to not fight the storm. Let yourself feel it. Cry it out, scream if you must. But know it wont last forever." Indya leaned her head back onto her mother's lap, and sniffled.

"It feels like it will. I can't stop thinking about him..." Her voice was low, and shaky. Her mom held her so tight. "Love is patient, and Kind, Peach. Give it time. If it's meant to be, he will fly his way back to you. Use this time to figure out who you are, what you want and what makes YOU happy. The rest will fall into place when it's meant to. If Michael truly saw you for who you were, he'll be back. I promise he will, because you are just too incredible."

The room suddenly felt warmer, as worry started to lift Indya's shoulder from her mother's loving embrace. It filled with the quiet reassurance that love will eventually find its way in its own time. That gave Indya a little bit of hope. That this is all simply part of the process;That maybe one day Michael will realize he'd made a mistake, and fly his way back to her.

To be continued....

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*Author's notes*
This chapter will be split in 2 parts because it ended up being too long. The second part should be posted soon ❤️ enjoy ✨
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Michael carefully rolled off of Indya, and laid his body next to hers, resting the side of his head onto the palm of his hand. She covered her eyes with both hands, and cried softly. She was just too over come with emotion, and was truly embarrassed to be breaking down like this in front of him. It wasn't tears of sadness either. She felt so happy. Michael watched her, compassionately. He was so worried about this sudden reaction. Maybe this was a bad Idea after all. Sex always complicates things because feelings do get involved.

" Indya, I'm sorry if I've upset you...." He whispered, sadly. " but please.... Don't cry.." his voice was so soft, and tender.

She sniffled, and wiped the last bit of tears that rolled down her cheeks, and moved her hands away from her face, staring up at the ceiling. She took in a deep breath and released it through her mouth.

" I'm not upset, Michael..." she responds, shakily,  trying to calm down a bit. Michael became even more confused by that. If she wasn't upset, then why was she crying?

" Then what is it, beautiful? Please, look at me...."  he urged almost desperately. It was ripping his heart into shreds seeing her cry. He didn't like it at all. Indya gulped hard, and mentally prepared herself to finally look him in the eyes. She slowly moved her head to meet Michael's gaze and he stared deeply into her glossy eyes with so much absorption. His brown eyes were compassionate, and filled with worry and concern. She could not tell him the truth— No, she mustn't. How was she to explain That making love just now, made her realize that she was no longer broken hearted over Preston. That she wanted HIM instead . The last thing she wanted was to scare him away with her uncontrollable yearning. She felt that they've become one tonight, and it was going to be really hard not to want more from him. It made her happy to be healing from her heartbreak, but at the same time, it still saddened her that she couldn't have him. Why did he have to make love to her like that? It was too intimate. Too personal. If he doesn't want love, then why does he treat her so lovingly? It frustrated, and confused her beyond belief. The emotions running through her were very much intense and all she wondered was what was going through Michael's head as well. Did he feel the same way? Is he going to have a change of heart about wanting to find love? She hoped that somehow, she would be the one to change his mind about it.

" I.... I'm Sorry, Michael. I'm just a very expressive and emotional person. Truth is, the sex was just so amazing it brought me to tears...." She finally said, hoping it wasn't going to weird him out. Who was she kidding? She cringed at her own words. Michael's eyebrow twitched as the look of concern in his eyes began to soften.

" wait, what?" He asked feeling a bit amused. He's never made anyone cry from sex so this was a first. He found himself foolishly grinning at her words. It definitely made him feel surprised, yet good inside.

" I know it sounds silly, but it's true. I've been carrying a lot of hurt and baggage in the last month because of Preston. The sex I just had with you, is probably the best sex I've ever had.....It was very liberating. I really, really needed that."

Michael was extremely impressed by how emotionally intelligent Indya was. He's never met anyone as profound and intense like her. It was extremely endearing, but scary for him at the same time. Falling for her was not part of the plan at all. He felt the same as she. This was also the best sex he's ever had with anyone. Michael never connected quite like this in the bedroom before, but of course he will never admit it. Knowing this was the best sex she's ever had, made him feel so lucky and flattered. He couldn't seem to shake off that warm feeling her confession brought him on the inside.

" The best? Wow.... Really? I mean.... What made it the best for you?" Indya could immediate hear the fluster in his voice. She wasn't expecting him to ask that. Still looking him deeply in the eyes, she smiled tenderly at his inquisitiveness.

" The way you took control, and how you took your time to please me. You're so passionate, possessive, yet sweet, and gentle. I've never had a lover quite like you before." She felt herself blush profusely, as she admitted those things to him. "Like I stated earlier, sex with you was extremely liberating for me. You are the perfect lover..."

Her words spurred his passion in him once more. He's had lovers tell him he's a good lover before but not like this. Indya was seeing beyond the acts of it. She was seeing HIM. Michael felt seen for the first time since the last two heartbreaks he endured, and it scared him to death. Michael tried to hold himself together. Indya was making him feel things he swore to never feel again.

" I'm glad it was liberating for you. It was liberating for me too..." he admitted, softly as he reached to caress her cheek with his thumb, lovingly. He didn't want to admit too much. Indya smiled as butterflies invaded her insides. Her cheeks burned, turning a light shade of pink.

" Really?" She whispered in a hopeful tone.

"does he really feel the same way I do?!!" She thought.

"Yes, really...." His sweet tone of voice sent a shiver down her spine. "

" Come here..." he whispered, as he opened up his arms, inviting her in them. Without hesitating, she moved in close, and nuzzled her face into his strong chest as they cuddled underneath the silky sheets. Her warm breath tickled his skin. Michael ran his fingers, slowly through her wild puffy curls, and gently kissed the top of her head. Both of them taking in each-other's heavenly scent. Indya could hear his heart beating loudly through his chest. The rhythmical thumping noice was so calming. Indya felt so safe in his embrace and Michael had this sudden urge to protect her. What is this? He was mad at himself for feeling this way.... For not being able to  control it. Indya somehow made her way into his heart so effortlessly, and he was feeling defeated. His heart was definitely betraying him. He felt so captured by this woman. Everything that transpired tonight, everything she was saying to him, EVERYTHING that she is, left him absolutely speechless and enamored by her.

Sex definitely complicated thing now. He didn't know how to move forward from this. He didn't want to fall in love. He refuses to fall hard for this woman just to be hurt again. This time, he would not be able to handle it. His thoughts were absolutely consuming him right now. He's never found himself to be in this predicament. Indya ran her hands softly on his arm, causing goosebumps to form onto his skin. Her sweet caress is so soothing and evokes such nurturing energy. Having her this close, in her bed, felt so perfect. It felt so right. Feeling her warmth, her soft skin, and smelling her hair; He felt at peace. She did too. Being In Michael's arms like this, made Indya feel so protected. All of a sudden she felt the urge to ask him more about his past. she didn't really know anything because he's so mysterious about it. And right now, she wants to know everything about him.

" Michael...." She says breaking the silence between them.

"Hmm?"

" can I ask you something?"

" You can ask me anything..."

" How did you and Kiera meet?"

Michael was thrown off by the sudden question of Kiera, especially during THEIR intimate moment together. Kiera was no where near in his thoughts at all.. Indya just really wanted to know. He let out a soft chuckle which caused his bare chest to heave with uncontrolled mirth.

" That's actually a rather interesting story..." Indya lifted her head to meet his gaze, and they both smiled at each-other.

" Is it really? Now I'm really dying to know." She teased. Michael chuckled once more.

" Remember I told you about my friend who I help out sometimes with the appliances?"

Indya nodded while listening attentively.

" Well, he and Kiera are cousins. I've been friends with Robert for years and had never met her until I was invited by him to DJ at his family reunion last year." Indya continued to watch attentively, as he spoke. She was so excited and eager to hear about his life.

" Kiera watched me the whole entire time that I was there, but wouldn't come up to speak or request a song like everyone else were doing. She was acting rather stuck up. It was almost like she was waiting for me to make a move, but that was the last thing on my mind. "

" Why? Did you not find her attractive?" Indya asked, curiously.

" I didn't think much of her at that moment to be honest. I was very much focused on playing music. I only noticed her, because she made the staring extremely obvious. . Eventually after she had a few drinks, Kiera finally decided to approach me but by then, she was already really drunk. When she came up to introduce herself, she immediately threw up, and it landed on my shoes. My favorite shoes at that. I had to throw them away. They weren't salvageable."

Indya's eyes widened in horror.

" What?!!!" She tried to retain her laughter but it was no use. She was definitely laughing at him. " oh my GOD.Thats so gross..."

" Yeah, it was awful. Her family had to escort her out. She couldn't even walk straight. It was embarrassing. I spent the rest of that night barefoot.

" Aw, she must've been that intimidated by you that she needed to be drunk in order to muster the courage to approach you." She teased. Michael corned his eye at her, and smirked.

" Not according to her. She was actually upset that it wasn't I who approached her first. I'm not really the type to approach anyone anyway, especially while I'm working. Business is always going to be strictly business. I Never ever mix business with pleasure."

" So, how did it all start after that happened?" Indya asked. She was completely invested in this story.

" I hope she at least replaced the shoes.."

Michael sighed, and ran his hand through his curls.

" Well, she ended up reaching out to Robert a few days later begging him for my number. She really wanted to apologize for what happened. Robert called me and asked if it was ok to give her my number. I didn't think anything of it, really. So, I brushed it off and told him it was fine. She didn't reach out right away though. It took her about a day or two. She apologized for what happened . The girl was completely mortified. I felt bad for her, so I asked her out for coffee."

" Wow, coffee? How traditional." she sneered. Michael heard the sarcasm in her voice, and giggled, cornering his eyes at her playfully.

"We met up for coffee the next day. It seems cliche, but I prefer to meet for coffee on the first date. For me, dinner is a bit more intimate. I have to feel you out first, and make sure I'm interested enough to carry out a conversation. Why waste money on someone you're not really feeling? And to be quite honest, I wasn't really feeling her at our coffee date." Indya lowered her brows.

" why not?" Michael shrugged.

" I just didn't feel that immediate spark, and initial attraction.. Did I think she was beautiful? Absolutely. But I felt that she was holding back, and not being herself. I love a woman who isn't scared around me; someone who is authentically herself. Plus, we didn't really have much in common."

" Hmm..." Indya hummed. Of course she was curious to know if he felt the same way about her.  Was she worth dinner to him.? Or just a coffee date?

" I still gave her a chance though. It took a few weeks of us texting eachother to finally go out to dinner. I'm not going to lie, I was quite hesitant to move further along with her. I knew she was on and off with Preston, and their children tied them strongly together.. I had also gotten out of a bad relationship previously before that, so I was very much protective of my heart."

He paused for a moment, and Indya saw a hint of sadness linger in his eyes at the mention of the previous heartache.

" The girl before her,  completely destroyed me." His voice carried so much depth and hurt. Indya continued to caress his arms, to comfort him.

" The last thing I wanted was to commit to anyone or give my heart away again. However, One thing led to another, and I let Kiera somehow get into my head... She knew the right things to say to me at the time.. I gave in, and trusted her. I fucked up.." He paused again, and took in a deep breath. Thinking about all of this, was bringing him back to reality as to why he won't allow himself to open up his heart to Indya or anyone else for that matter.

" I took her, and the kids into my home, and loved them. I thought I could finally settle down and be happy. For once.... But we both see how that ended up. Imagine having your heart broken to pieces previously by someone else?? Just to have it broken AGAIN in the same manner that it was done before? I'll be damned if I let that shit happen a third time. Love will never have me blinded ever again!"

Michael spoke so passionately, and meant every word. The mere thought of getting his heart broken again by anyone, scared him badly. He absolutely loves too hard. Little did he know that Indya does too. She would never hurt him like the others did..... but Michael won't budge. His mind is already made up.

Indya's stare softened as she felt his frustration through his voice and accelerated heart rate. She absolutely hated Kiera for ruining her chances with Michael. If only they'd met each-other first,  before Kiera came into the picture, she could have loved him properly. She leaned down and kissed Michael on the chest so softly and lovingly. The feathery feel of her soft lips upon his skin, sent a jolt down his spine. He felt himself begin to calm down, and his breathing steadied. She was making his mind run wild with want all over again. She looked up to meet his gaze once more, and could see how intense his eyes were. It made her body shutter.

" How can anyone ever hurt you like that? I swear, I'll never understand. From what I can already tell, you are literally every woman's dream. You're kind, funny, handsome, handy, a great lover...."

Michael smiled, genuinely. He thought she was so sweet for saying those things. Feeling moved by her words, He cuffed her jaw bone, and lightly traced his thumb upon her cheek. He leaned down, and kissed her forehead so tenderly.  Indya closed her eyes briefly, taking in such gesture of affection as her heart began to palpitate passionately inside her chest.

" Thank you....." he whispered. His warm breath grazing her skin, forming ripples all through out her body. " You don't know how much that means to me.."

" I mean every word."

Michael held her so tight against his body. He didn't want to let her go...

They grew quiet for a moment nuzzled up under the covers. For some reason, the silence between them was abnormally peaceful. The storm outside was over. All that was left were the sounds of insects chirping and frogs singing, creating a harmonious soundscape.  Indya felt her eye lids start to become heavy.

" How did you and Preston meet?" Michael suddenly asked.

" Oh, That story is no where near as interesting as yours" she said while yawning. Michael let out a stiff giggle through his nose.

" but since you want to know... I met his dumb ass at the poetry club. He spotted me after one of my performances, and offered me his card to the studio. He said he wanted to sample some of my work, and maybe even help me get out there more and gain exposure. Possibly even have my music played on the radio. He whispered a lot of empty promises into my ears, and slowly lured me in. Just like you, I wasn't really feeling him in the beginning. However, He found a way to my heart, and it was through music. I ended up showing up to his studio one day, performed a song or two, and we hit it off after that. Once he had me, all the things he promised, never happened. Every time I'd write a new song and asked him to let me record it, it was always an excuse. "

Michael scoffed.

" trust me, I know exactly what you mean. That's why I put my singing career on a halt. That era of my life brought nothing but disappointment, and pain. You can't depend on anyone to make those dreams a reality, unfortunately. The industry does nothing but fill you up with false hope, and broken dreams."

Indya listened carefully to what he was saying. Although she hoped he'd open up more about his past, she rather let him do it at his own pace....

" I really didn't want to make my singing a career though. He's the one that put the idea in my head. I was ok with just doing this as a hobby. "

" But you have what it takes, Indya. You are so very talented, girl. You blew me away with your singing and the ability to play the acoustic tonight. Not to mention you composed the song? You have a real raw talent that is almost impossible to possess, especially in this generation of music. Believe me, I know talent when I hear it...."

Indya felt herself wanting to burst with happiness. His compliment meant so much, and flattered her immensely.

" Thank you so much, Michael.." she said in almost a whisper.

" So, you mentioned before that you didn't love Preston like you thought you did."

" No..... I don't think I've ever truly been in love with anyone before."

Michael raised a brow. It was so hard for him to believe that.

" Really? That can't be...". Indya nodded.

" Is that bad?"  She asked shamefully.

Michael continued to run his fingers through her hair.

" No, just surprising, that's all."

"Don't get me wrong, I cared for Preston, but didn't fully love him. Hell, he didn't love me either. He cheated on me for months.You should have seen him the day we broke up. When all the dirty shit he was doing behind my back came to light. He didn't even care that he'd hurt me. His eyes were empty. I'm sure he was relieved that I finally knew so that he could be with her."

Michael held her tighter against him. His breathing started to quicken. In reality, hearing her speak of Preston, was making him grow so angry. Not because of Kiera, But because of the harm he caused Indya.

" and the crazy part of all this is that I don't hate him. After all I endured, I don't fucking hate him. Maybe I could have truly loved him had he loved me properly first, but that didn't happen. I kinda get it you know? He still loved his ex, the mother of his children. They had a bond. An internal connection that cemented them closer that only they could understand."

" But he was selfish. He wanted his cake and eat it too. So did Kiera..... they were both manipulative and deceptive. In return, their actions inflicted wounds onto innocent people." Michael interjected.

" I agree. That doesn't give them the right to do what they did, but I get it. The heart wants what it wants. I'm just thankful the truth unfolded in time before things could have gotten worse. We did not deserve them, and they surely didn't deserve us."

Michael grew pensive for a moment. He was truly taken aback by the wisdom coming from such a young woman like herself. Her mental maturity is something he greatly appreciated.

" You really are incredible, you know that?" He whispered on the top of her head. Her eyes were now closed since she couldn't keep them open any longer.

" Michael....." Indya said groggily. The sound of the rhythmic beating of his heart was slowly making her fall into a state of sleep.

" yes baby girl...." He whispered. Her heart jumped at the sound of him calling her that.

" Are you ever going to invite me out for coffee?"Her words were low, and slurred. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as he kissed the top of her head.

He held her against him tightly, as her naked  body started to become more and more limp.

"No..."

" why not?"

" Because at this point, you are dinner worthy to me. Since day one, actually. Why do you think I came back a second time that one day? It wasn't just about Preston. I..... I just really needed to see you again. If only I could have met you sooner...."

At this point,  Indya was no longer awake. Michael could tell by the rhythmic soft noises she made while breathing. Her chest expanded in and out, slowly. Part of him was super relieved that she didn't hear the last thing he said..... or did she? For a moment, he'd become so vulnerable. Michael was super confused. These feelings he's developing for this woman, was getting the best of him. It was making him lose focus. He really didn't want to find love again, and he meant it. Indya was making it so hard for him to keep his word. Lying there with her like this, was enough to make him want to renege. No, he couldn't let this happen. Not again.... He must get a grip of himself and not allow to let things go further. The only way to do that, was to stay away from her for good. To run away..... because if he continued to be in her life, he's sure that falling in love, would be completely inevitable.

Michael waited until Indya had fallen into a very deep sleep before carefully removing himself from the bed, and her embrace. He looked at the time and saw that it was almost 4am. " fuck, I have to be at work in a few hours." He could have left earlier, but didn't want to leave Indya. He loves being around her so bad, that he didn't care how late it got. Indya made him feel like an adolescent in high school all over again. He quietly grabbed his clothes that were still on the floor, and put them on. Before walking out of her bedroom, he stopped and just stared at her sleeping. She was sleeping soundly, her breathing deep and even." Michael was mesmerized by her beauty even while she slept. Her wild, curly hair spreading like roots all through out the pillow and the rosy pink color that glistened on her cheeks making her appear so ethereal. Michael could stare at her all night. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to sleep next to her. Hold her in his arms, and continue taking in her warmth and intoxicating scent.

" Please forgive me, Indya..." he whispered before walking out of her room, quietly. He felt so guilty leaving her there alone especially after they made love. He wanted to be the first person she saw when opening her eyes in the morning.

" Ugh, no, do you hear yourself? What is going on with me? What is this woman doing to me? I can't allow myself to feel this way. I mustn't. It's not right. " Michael was battling with his thoughts. He was angry with himself for opening up even just a little bit. How could he contradict himself this way? But Indya made him weak. So so weak. He's gotten a taste of her, and is now finding himself addicted, and not only just in a sexual way. He was addicted to her presence, mind, body and soul.

Michael grabbed his tools, and left out the door making sure it was locked behind him. Once he got into the car, he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He grabbed onto the steering wheel, and squeezed hard. His expression twisted into a scowl.

" fuck....."

He was fighting with his self. With his feelings, and emotions. Last night was amazing. It was honestly the best night of his life. Indya was simply perfection in his eyes. Michael really wanted to give in, to see where things could go. He liked her so very much. She is everything he could want in a woman, and more. That's why the thought of opening his heart to her, terrified him.  If it ends in heart break too, it will kill him.

" I can't see her again. I'll have to stay away for good."
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The sun was warm, and shining brightly upon the crispy blue skies. I opened up my eyes to find myself lying on a bed of sand. The grains were gritty, and sticking on my skin. The air was thick and smelled of seaweed and salt. I rubbed my eyes, and sat up, hugging my legs upon my chest. I'm at the beach? When did I get here? How did I get here? My brows furrowed with confusion and eyes squinted by the rays of the light that faintly blinded me. The radiant light source coming from the sun, caused dancing shadows on the ocean laid out before me. The water looked like shimmering turquoise under the sunlight. It looked so translucent and beautiful. Not like any other beach water I've see before—only in movies. The surface churned into white-capped waves by the wind and tides, causing roaring, clashing sounds. I was just with Michael not too long ago. What am I doing here? Although it didn't make sense, I still felt a sense of peace wash over me. This place... it so was serene, and mesmerizing. Like I've been here before. It felt too familiar.

" Indya!" I hear a voice call out, faintly. My ears twitched at the sound. The sound of that voice.... It... It sounded so familiar.

" Indy baby!" It called out again. The sound of the voice getting closer each passing second. Wait, there is only one person who called me that. I began to look around with my brows still furrowed, and my eyes bulging slightly. I see a person running my direction from the horizon. I slowly stand up, feeling a bit distorted by the thickness of the air around me. My feet sunk down into the warm, damped sand. The closer this person got to me, the more clearer I could see. I put my hand above my eyes to shield away the rays of the sun so that I could see better.

" Daddy?" I whisper, shakily. My heart sank as I came to the realization of who it was approaching me. My daddy approached closer, with a white wife beater on, and black shorts. Just like in the portrait I painted. He held a Canon EOS 5D Mark IV DSLR Camera in his hands. I could see him much clearer now.

" Indy baby, I've been looking all over for you. Where have you been?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I see my father before me. He looked so radiant, and angelic. My father was undoubtedly a handsome man, but when he got sick, he looked so worn out and different. He was literally glowing, making him look so much younger. He appeared so healthy right now. Just like I remember him before that horrible disease claimed his life. He was doing something that he never really did before, which was smile. I was completely bewildered. This is a dream. Yes, It must be. Either that or I'm dead. He has not visited my dreams in years. I couldn't even speak. My mouth opened to say something, but I hesitated.

" Indy baby, are you ready?"

" r-ready for what?" I asked in confusion. His smile grew wider with amusement as a giggle escaped his lips.

" Did you forget already? You're supposed to be taking my picture... But You must hurry now, because I don't have much time. I have to go back.

" G-ggo back where? Daddy, I don't want you to leave..... you just got here.... I just got here..." there was a tremble in my voice as tears began to sting my cheeks. The look of pure compassion seared through my father's eyes.

" I have to get back to the family reunion, baby..."

"What family reunion? Can't I come with you daddy? Please?" I whimpered, softly. His eyes softened.

" Of course you can baby just not right now. Later ok? You have lots of important things to get back to."

" But Daddy, I miss you...." I whisper, shakily.  His smile still not leaving his lips.

" Hey, I never left, remember ? I'm with you every day. You have no reason to miss me for I'm always by your side."

I let out a soft and aching cry. That is soooo like him to say something like this. He told me and my mom before dying that he didn't want us to cry or miss him,  because he was never going anywhere. He didn't want us to be sad.

" Here baby. I need you to hurry and take the picture. I'm gonna go back and brag about how good of a photographer you are to the family. They are waiting on me. Waiting to see such a masterpiece." He says while handing me camera.

I shakily took it from my dad's hand, and sniffled. I know our hands fleetingly touched but I somehow didn't feel the contact. My face was still stained with tears. My dad walked over towards the water, and posed in front of the raging ocean. The wind blew through my curly hair wildly,  causing it to sway violently all over the place.

I lifted the camera over my face to prepare for the shoot, but my father stopped me, briefly.

" Wait baby...."

I lowered the camera back down, slowly. My lips parted, and I stared so attentively .

" Remember when I told you that you'll know just when the right man will come along? To not settle.?"

I gulped hard, and slowly nodded.

" y-yes"

" I meant it. Never settle. True love doesn't come easy. It never does when it's real and raw. It may be a hard journey, and sometimes you may even want to give up,  but don't. if you feel in your heart that it's worth fighting for, then keep on fighting for what you truly deserve."

What? What is he talking about right now?  Why is he telling me this?" Is he talking about Michael??? Before I could say anything, he urged for me to hurry up again.

" Ok, come on. Take the picture quickly I must leave now." His voice was starting to fade away.

" daddy.... I love you...." I whisper, sadly. The look in his eyes suddenly clouded with such unwavering melancholy, and it tore my heart into pieces.

" I love you too baby girl..." He says back, as he forces a smile on his face.

With that, I placed the camera back in front of my face and pushed down the flash button and everything seemed to have frozen In time. There was a sudden bright, and luminous flash overtake my whole vision, which caused me to immediately wake from my sleep.

" daddy!" I screamed as I sat up on the bed, trying to catch my breath. I placed my hand over my racing heart, and quickly looked around to see that I was no longer on that beach. I was back inside my room. Tears still tingled my cheeks. Wait, I was really crying in my sleep? That dream was really intense, and felt so real. I covered my naked body with the covers and realized Michael wasn't lying next to me any longer. " Michael?" I called out. No one responded back. His clothes were no longer on the floor. He left...I looked at the time and it was 8:00am. I don't remember falling asleep at all or Michael leaving. Did he just leave? Or did he leave when I feel asleep? It sucks to wake up alone. Ugh, but he does have a job to get to. I grabbed my phone hoping he left some sort of message for me. All I found were tons of missed calls and messages from my friends and mom. Non was from Michael. I sat the phone down next to me, and let out a huge disappointing sigh. I laid my head back against the headboard, and just stared blankly at the wall. A sudden wave of worry overclouded my mind, wondering if I did or had said something to maybe push him away. No, but everything was ok between us. We cuddled, and he treated me so affectionately. I'm probably just overthinking, and freaking out for no reason. Maybe he hasn't had the chance to message me yet. I sighed once again, and decided to just push all the negative thoughts aside, and get ready for work. I have to be there at 9. Luckily, I only live like 10 min away from the animal clinic which is less commute, and more time for leisure without worrying about being late. I slowly got up from the bed to make my way into the bathroom, wincing a little because My inner thighs felt sore from last nights activities.

I turned the shower on, and got in. The steamy, hot water ran from my scalp all the way down to my body, immediately relaxing me.  It felt so damn good and invigorating. As I washed, the dream I'd had, began to play over and over again In my head. My feather has not visited my dreams since I was a teenager. Was he somehow summoned into my dreams because of the painting I'd shown Michael? Was my mind just repeating a memory of something that had already happened? Or did my father really visit me? Not to mention the message he gave me at the end. He told me not to give up fighting for what I deserve. But on what and who? On Michael? Did my father appear in my dream to prophesies to me? All these questions in my mind was driving me crazy. I stood in the shower and let the water just run through my whole body, as I closed my eyes and indulged. It made me sad to wash away any trace of Michael imbedded in me from last night. His scent, his bodily fluids like his saliva. I didn't want to get rid of it. I wanted to preserve it on myself for as long as I could in case i don't get to see him again. But that would be so nasty if I went without showering. Last night was the best night of my life. Just thinking about it, brings uncontainable butterflies inside my stomach. Everything played out like a romantic movie. I was truly living a dream. The way he made love to me....i'll forever crave it. I'll always compare him to others from here on out.. His touch, his kiss, the beautiful things he whispered into my ear. How could I ever recover something such life altering? Everything about it was so perfect, so mind blowing. He was passionate, gentle, loving. Even when I started to cry, he was so caring toward me . He held me tightly till I fell asleep. It felt so intimate...... it felt like he actually cared about me more than just a friend.

I finished my shower and quickly got dressed into  my purple scrubs. I put hair moisturizer onto my wet curls to define them a bit, but in about an hour, this lion mane will puff up again. I don't even really use make up to work. Just a little bit of bb cream on the face, and that's it. I did notice a few hickeys on my neck from last night, and needed to cover it up with some foundation. If it wasn't for my profession, I wouldn't even bother covering it up. I love the reminder In which Michael dominated and owned me. Thinking about it again, stirs my passion for him. There was no time to fix lunch, or my coffee, because I woke up a little later than usual. I'll have to survive the first few hours until lunch time before I could grab something. It's going to be a very interesting, long day.

I haven't even bothered responding to my mom or any of my friend's messages back. Hell, I don't think I actually even read any of the messages they left me. On the way to work, I only stared at my phone hoping to get a text from Michael. It's almost 9am, and still nothing from him. Not even a good morning text. It was making me way too anxious. I was tempted to text him first. But if I do that, it will contradict everything I proposed. The last thing I want, is to come off as desperate or weak. Ughhhh what is wrong with me?? I need to get myself together. Why should I expect special treatment when I said from the get go that we would only be friends with benefits?

I turned my phone off, so that I'm not tempted to keep checking for messages from Michael. It didn't even cross my mind that perhaps mother or my friends would get worried that I didn't respond back to them in a timely manner. It didn't even matter because the only person I wanted to hear from, was him.

I made it to work, and walked inside the building. The distinctive smell of dogs immediately invaded the air, and the sound of barking from the kennels caused my ears to twitch. This veterinary clinic is small with only one doctor, and two vet techs. Me and my co worker Eric. However, Eric is on vacation for the next two weeks, so it's just me. Mrs Shannon is our sweet receptionist who everyone loves, because she's so charming, and greets everyone with the most biggest, warmest, friendliest smile. It's very family oriented, and every guest here is treated like family. The main doctor is super nice and sweet, and treats all the employees with such vigor and respect. Trust me when I say, the doctors are usually very rude, and degrading towards the employees. At least that was my experience during clinical training. But my boss, Dr. Kuvalchuk, is one of the most kindest and hardworking people I know. I placed my belongings into a locker in the break room and immediately gasped with glee as I saw a fresh pot of coffee that was brewed on the counter. "yessssss I needed some coffee thank goodness!"

I clasped my hands together in excitement as I went to pour me a cup.

" Good morning beautiful girl!" Says Mrs Shannon as she enters the break room. I turn briefly to glance at her as I poured my coffee.

" Oh hey Mrs Shannon good morning! Did you make this fresh pot of coffee?" She smiled.

" I sure did."

"You're a life saver!! How was your weekend ?"

"It was great! I got to spend time with the grand babies. They wanted to spend the weekend with nana."

I turned to face her with my coffee in hand. Mrs Shannon is about my height. Fair skinned and a bit heavy set. Her brown hair is cut into a short bob with feathery bangs on the front that framed the roundness of her face almost perfectly.

" Awww that's great! I'm sure they kept you busy huh?" She chuckled as I took a sip of my coffee.

" Oh, you already know they did. We baked homemade cookies, had hot chocolate, went to the park. I enjoyed every little minute with them." Her smile was bright, and illuminating. You can tell just how much she genuinely enjoys spending time with her grandchildren. It was truly heart warming.

" I'm glad you were able to enjoy your grand babies. It sounds like y'all had a wonderful time."

" We most definitely did.... and how was your weekend?"

My cheeks turned red at the thought of what really took place over the weekend. I nervously took a sip of my coffee.

" it..... it was pretty good..."

She went to pour her a cup of coffee.

" did you do anything fun or interesting? I'm sure a young, and beautiful girl like yourself did not spend her time cooped up inside the house." I smiled as I leaned on the counter, watching her pour coffee into a foam cup.

" Well, I did go to my best friend's house warming party. That was fun!"

Her eyes lit up with delight.

" Oh, that's wonderful! Congratulations to your friend for her new home."

" Thank you. She's been through a lot so it was definitely worth celebrating."

" Oh, bless her heart..." she responds compassionately.

Dr. Kuvalchuk walked into the break room mid convo and greeted us with a warm smile.

" Good morning ladies." Her accent was thick, and heavy. She's Ukrainian.

" Good morning!" Me and Mrs Shannon said in unison.

She was tall probably as tall as Michael. Her hair long, wavy, and silky blonde with a set of beautiful big icy blue eyes. She was probably a little past 45 but didn't really look it because her pale, porcelain white skin was beautiful and wrinkle free. Dr Kuvalchuk was definitely a beautiful and sophisticated woman.

" I hope y'all had a great weekend. You ladies ready for the day,No? It's going to be very busy especially without Eric here."

I nodded.  Mrs Shannon was already making her way back to the front desk. Doors were open, and It was time to start seeing patients.

" Yes mam.." I responded

Dr Kuvalchuk cornered her eyes at me.

" You ok? You seem a bit off today?"

Huh? She's only seen me for a few seconds and can already tell? Am I making it that damn obvious??!

" Yes I'm fine. I just didn't get much rest last night that's all.

She still stared at me suspiciously, and I suddenly grew a bit insecure. I hope she doesn't see the love markings on my neck? What if the make up rubbed off? Ughhhhh.

" Rest is very important, Indya. Luckily we don't have any surgeries today." She scolded, playfully.

I nervously tucked a piece of curl behind my ear.

" Yes, of course. I can assure you that I'm very much alert." I flash her a convincing smile, and she smiled back.

" Do you have new boyfriend?" She asked teasingly.

I almost choked on my coffee, as my eyes widened in horror. Ok, maybe she can see them! I've got to check in the restroom now to make sure.

" what? Why would you say that? No..... no I don't...."  I hesitated.

She began to chuckle.

" I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But there is something different about you, no? I just can't put my finger on it.."

It's cause I had the best sex of my life last night. Maybe that's why. I thought. Maybe I appear liberated? Even though I'm slightly panicked that I haven't heard from Michael.

I shrugged, and released an awkward giggle. " I'm not sure ..."

She waved her hand around, dismissively, and blinked a few times.

" oh, don't mind me. I'm probably just overthinking.. as long as you're ok that's all that matters." She smiled charmingly at me, and I bit the inside of my cheek. Her intuitive demeanor was rather alarming, because what? There is no way she can tell something different in me already.

" ok, well I'll see you out in the halls. We have quite a few patients to attend to this morning."

She walked past me, and tapped my shoulder, affectionately followed by a friendly wink.

" let's make today an awesome day!" She encouraged before stepping out. I stood there staring blankly at the locker feeling tempted to check my phone. I ran my fingers through my curls, and released a deep sigh though my mouth. Ughhh, no Indya stay strong . Stay focused! Matter of fact, let me go make sure my love marks are still covered by the make up.
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A few hours had passed and it was almost lunch time. Work so far was going rather smoothly, even with our other vet tech being out on vacation. I had one more patient to attend to before being able to finally take a lunch break. I didn't really have an appetite, but needed to put something in my system other than coffee. I pulled up the chart of my next patient and giggled to my self at the name of the puppy. " Ruffles." Aw, that's super cute and different. I reviewed his file, briefly to see what he was in for today. Aw, poor little guy is here for his first shots. I hope he doesn't end up hating me too much. I made my way out to the waiting area to call Ruffles back into the room with its owner.

There was only one person with his dog left in the lobby area. He is our last appointment before the office closes for an hour lunch. With a smile on my face, I say " Ruffles? " the man sitting In the chair holding a small brindle Pitt bull mix puppy on his lap, looked up at me quickly.

" Yeah that's us..."

I smiled warmly.

" come on back.."

I led the tall, dark skinned man with his puppy back into one of the rooms, and let them walk inside first.

" So, we are here for our first shots today huh?"

" Yes we are..."

I was looking at the chart in my hands, but could see that this man was staring at me through my peripheral.

I looked up to meet his gaze, and to my surprise, a smile still hung on his lips. I was taken aback by the way he was staring at me. It was with so much absorption. He was very handsome. His dark hair was styled in waves, and I couldn't help but notice the shiny diamond earring on his left ear. You don't see many black men sporting the hair waves these days anymore. He must be in his late 30s atleast. His tender eyes were a light shade of brown that almost resembled the color of honey.

" Well, my name is Indya. I'll be the one giving this cutie his shots today."

" Indya...." The man repeated back in a low, playful pitch.

" That's a unique name.. it's very pretty though. I'm Robert."

I giggled. " Thank you...and it's nice to meet you, Robert." I responded in a humbled manner.

" the pleasure is mine...... "

" Ruffles is such a cute name by the way. I love it..."

" Yeah, well,  he definitely ruffles my feathers at home. That's how he got the name. Do you want him? I keep trying to convince my homeboy to take him. " I laughed and shook my head."

" Oh no. I only have time to deal with animals at work, and at work only. I don't really fancy pets at home." He held the puppy up, trying to entice me with the cuteness of his face.

" you sure? They make good companions, and help protect your home..."

I smirked. "   I'm sure, but it's still a no from me, unfortunately."

"Awwww man, well I tried. Sorry little man." He said as he lovingly caressed the puppy, all the while still focusing his gaze on me. I frowned playfully. The puppy was indeed really cute. His nose was shaped like a heart, and it had a pretty grayish tint in his eyes. His little puppy, sad stare was making me almost change my mind.

" Listen, I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare so much. I'm sorry if I'm being weird. It's just that, I've never seen you here, and I come all the time. I breed dogs and always come to this location for their shots. I always see that one white, flamboyant guy all the time, but never you.

I chuckle at the sound of flamboyant coming out of his mouth in such a disgruntled manner. Eric is definitely part of the LGBTQ committee, and is very open and unashamed about it. He's the one who usually gives the shots while I'm more so in the operating room with the doctor.  Or caring for patients in kennels Which explains why he's never really seen me.

" Yes, Eric, he's on vacation."

" I mean, I'm not complaining though. It's refreshing to see a beautiful face like yours for once around here..."

I blush, feeling flattered by his comment.

" You're too kind, thank you..."

" it's no biggie forreal..."

The moment suddenly grew awkward, as he continued to stare at me with that goofy smile that never seemed to escape his lips.

" So, you breed?" I ask, breaking the awkward silence between us.

" Hell yeah. Gotta always find ways to make that money.. I'm all about learning new trades. I breed, I buy broken appliances and fix them, then Sell em. I'm a Capricorn. I'm all about that bread ya feel me?" My expressions suddenly stiffened. Wait..... he did just say his name is Robert.... And he fixes appliances and sells them? Wait, he couldn't possibly.... There is no way.....

" Do you by any chance know anyone by the name of Michael?" I interrupted, abruptly with my brows furrowed.

Roberts rambling came to a halt, as he squinted his eyes, thrown off by the random question.

" What? Michael Jackson?"

I gulped, feeling my heart start to race, profusely. Oh my gosh this is crazy!.

" yes..."

" What? Thats my home boy! " his neck then snapped, and he glared at me suspiciously.

" Man, Wait, hold up....how do you know my home boy?

I nervously tucked a piece of curl behind my ear.

" I..... I met him over the weekend..."

He seemed so humored right now as a smirk curls on his lips.

" Tell me, Indya.... How exactly did you guys meet? Was it in a dating site???"

I chuckled. " Oh GOD no..." his eyes widened, waiting on me to explain.

"So?"

I sighed and sat my clip board onto the counter near the sink, and walked over to the examination table to pet the puppy, who playfully nibbled at Robert's fingers.

" I'm Preston's ex gf. The one he cheated on with your lovely cousin." I say sarcastically, looking up to meet his gaze. His brows rose up.

" Wait, what in the actual fuck?" I pressed my lips together and nodded. " Mhmm"

He rubbed the side of his head with his hand. I can tell he was trying to make sense of all this..

" How do you know about me again?"

" Oh, Michael told me about you over the weekend and how he helped you move furniture. He told me about your business, so, I put two and two together.

" is that right?"

" Mhmm"

" Wait, you're the one he went to go fix the electrical problem for yesterday?" My eyes lit up in hopes he'd talked about me to his friend.

" Mhmmm" I nodded.

" He then snapped his fingers and smirked.

" that damn bastard. That's why he didn't want me to go. He wanted you to himself. He must really like you." He then grew pensive for a moment, as the truth started to settle In. " oh shit, he must really like you...."

" Pardon?"

" Remember I told you that I like to learn, and pick up different trades?"

I nod..

" Well, I usually go with Mike anytime he has projects outside of his job. You know, to show me the ropes. I plan on getting licensed too. However yesterday, he was very weirdly adamant about going alone. Now I see why. I can't say that I blame him."

I grinned, shyly. Hearing this, gave me a little bit of hope. I mean, this is his friend after all. He must know him very well.

" I've been trying to get my boy to go out with girls for the past few weeks to no avail.. You do know he's a DJ. He's surrounded by beautiful women at all times and doesn't even pay them any mind."

" Yes I'm aware, and I bet." There was a bit of discontent in my voice knowing that I may have competition out there. My lips twisted into a frown, and I think he noticed, because his eyes softened.

" So, you never said how you two met..."

I continued to pet the puppy. He was now nibbling my fingers with his sharp little teeth.

" He showed up at my house on Friday looking for Preston. I guess he thought he'd be there still and wanted to confront him. Instead, he ran into me.... And we just sought comfort into talking with eachother. Especially since we endured the same pain together." He nodded, and watched me speak attentively.

"I invited him to hang out with me the next day to a party, and he came. We had alot of fun..." I couldn't shake the goofy smile plastered on my lips as I reminisced.

" Wait, so he still ended up going to look for Preston anyway??"

He all of a sudden looked disappointed, as he grimaced.

" I told his ass not to go over there. That boy there is stubborn as hell!" His tone was full of disbelief.

" Yeah, well I'm kinda glad he did... or else we would have never met eachother.."

He pointed an accusatory finger at me, and his brows furrowed.

" You like him too..."

I shrugged.

" Sure, but we're just friends...."

" Bullshit... " A sly smile curled at the corner of my mouth.

" We just met...."

and had sex already! I thought...

" Besides, he made it very clear that he wasn't looking for anything serious with anyone, So we're just cool, I guess..."

Because he has not even text me yet.... I think? So, I honestly don't even know where we stand, truly.

" Mannnn Mike is trippin. He'd be stupid to pass you up. You're fucking beautiful, and you cool as hell too? No disrespect by the way.." My cheeks grew hot. His friend really is sweet.

" Non taken..." I assured in a giggle.

" Look, he's a really good guy, Indya. I promise you that. He's one of my closest friends, and I can ALWAYS count on him to do me a solid when needed. Mike just been through a lot of rough patches and is heavily guarded. But Don't worry. I'll help you... I like you for him for-real, girl."

My eyes lit up with so much hope and happiness to hear him say that. Who could be better than his own best friend to intervene and bring some sense into Michael?

" Really?" I whispered softly.

He gave me the most intense, and concentrated glare.

" Straight up. I've got you...."

 

***Part 2 of this chapter will be up shortly...***

Chapter Text

Indya gently scooped up the sleepy-eyed dachshund, cradling him in her arms like a baby. "Hey there, little guy," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "How are you feeling?" The dachshund, still groggy from the anesthesia, blinked slowly and nuzzled into her chest.

She carried him over to a cozy recovery kennel, lined with soft blankets and fresh water. Carefully, she placed him inside, making sure he was comfortable. "Just rest up, okay? You were so brave today."

Moving on to the next kennel, she found a rambunctious terrier mix, already trying to bounce around despite his recent surgery. "Easy there, champ," Indya chuckled, gently restraining him. "No zoomies for you just yet." She offered him a small amount of water, which he lapped up eagerly, tail wagging tentatively.

As she made her rounds, checking on each of the newly neutered pups, Indya couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and satisfaction. Even though they were a bit groggy and sore, she knew they were on the path to a healthier, happier life. And she was happy to be there to offer them comfort and care during their recovery. About a week had gone by and it was finally Friday. The work week was coming to an end. She no longer had to cover for her co worker since he's been back from vacation. Ever since speaking with her mother on Sunday, it really drew them so much closer together. Finally getting her feelings out of her chest, took a huge weight off her shoulders. She was still sad about what Michael did... After all, he is still the first thought when she wakes up in the morning, and the last thought before she goes to sleep at night... but she is somehow trying to make her peace with it. Like her mother said, if it's meant for her, he will fly back.

Indya was kneeling in front of a kennel, coaxing a shy chihuahua to drink some water, when a voice chirped, "Well, hello there, Nurse Nightingale!"

She looked up to see her co worker Eric flamboyantly looking down on her with his hands on his hips and a mischievous grin on his lips.

Eric was known for his flamboyant style and even more flamboyant personality. Today, he was sporting bright purple scrubs and glittery cat-eye glasses.

"Hey Eric ," Indya said, smiling. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," he replied, batting his eyelashes dramatically. "Just thought I'd let you know that you have a visitor. And let me tell you, honey, he is *fine*. Tall, dark, and handsome, with eyes that could melt glaciers. He's practically drooling over you at the front desk."

Indya's brow furrowed.

"what?? What is his name?"

He sucked his teeth and rolled his neck.

"Girl, I don't know. All I know is that he is a fine piece of chocolate and I see him here alllll the time. He's a breeder, and I'm always giving his puppies their shots.Are you guys like a thing now? If so, I am totally jealous. I've had my eye on him for months! Seriously, Indya, if I wasn't, you know..." He gestured wildly to his whole fabulous self. "...I'd be all over that."

Indya chuckles. "I don't think he is gay at all, Eric." he frowns making a dramatic puppy face. " I know but can't a girl, like , dream a little.?"

Indya stood up after accommodating the dog into its kennel.

"It must be Robert." Eric cornered his eyes at her suspiciously, raising his eyebrows.

"So, you guys ARE a thing?"

" shhhhh" Indya Urged while smacking him on the chest. He is always so dramatic and extra.

He looked around to make sure nobody was looking.

"You do know it's out of conduct to date the pet owners."

"You're scolding ME about the code of conduct, yet you check out the pet owners?" Indya retorted back sarcastically with a smirk on her lips.

"I only look, and don't touch, thank you very much..." He whispered while dramatically moving his head around. Indya rolled her eyes, playfully at the way his voice and expressions turned theatrical.

"Relax we are only friends. Besides, it's not him I want. It's his friend." She winked and licked her lips playfully. With that, she walked away leaving Eric standing there clutching the collar on his shirt with his mouth agape.

Indya walked over towards the Lobby to meet with Robert who stood there alone. The receptionist was already off to lunch.

" Hey! What's up!" Indya says with a friendly smile. Robert had his back turned to her, as he scrolled through his phone. The sound of her voice immediately got his attention, as he turned to face her. Her radiant, friendly face already bringing a coquettish smile to his face.

" Oh, you came alone? You didn't have an appointment?" Asked Indya, confused to see him empty handed with no puppy. Robert ran a hand behind his head, and licked his lips briefly before speaking.

" Na... I actually came here to speak with you. I was hoping to catch you before your lunch break" Indya crossed her arms and lowered one of her brows, curiously.

"Oh? And why is that? Is everything ok?"

"Yes, everything is ok." He assured.

"Look, there is a taco truck about a block away. Why don't we walk there and have lunch together? I need to talk to you about something."  Indya glared up at him, suspiciously and Robert immediately could tell her hesitance, by how her eyes flickered with intrigue. They have never been anywhere together before. The only contact they've ever had was at the clinic. Of course the first thought that came to Indya was that he definitely had other motives.

"Why do you want to have lunch with me?" she responded almost defensively.  Robert lifted his hands in a defensive manner, and chuckled.

"Whoa, It's not like that. I would never disrespect you, or my friend. I need to talk to you about Michael."  Suddenly the tension Indya was feeling started to loosen. She slowly uncrossed her arms, as the look in her eyes softened.

"Michael? Is he ok?"

Robert giggled lightly at her sudden change in energy. He found it to be quite cute and endearing to see her care for Michael.

"Yes, relax, he's fine.

" Ok, so whats going on?" Robert smirked, mischievously.

" I thought of something and wanted to share it with you.... to see what you thought." Indya's head twitched back.

"An idea? About what?"

"Come walk with me to the taco truck, and I'll tell you on the way." Once again, Indya felt a bit reluctant. She didn't want her boss or coworkers to see her walking out with a customer and get the wrong idea. And although he's been respectful thus far, she still didn't know his true intentions right now. Especially since their only interaction has always been in the clinic. He's technically still a stranger to her. Robert noticed her hesitance once again, and he let out a sigh.

"tsk, tsk, who must think this hard about free tacos? I promise you that I don't bite." Indya chewed on her lip feeling a bit anxious. She really wanted to know what he had to say about Michael. The thought of what it could be, gave her butterflies out of this world. Does she really want to know? I mean, she is trying to move on from Michael after all. Who was she kidding?? Of course she wanted to know. Matter of fact, she needed to know.

" Ok. Meet me outside in the front. I'll be out in a few minutes."  Robert gave a smile that reached the eyes.

" Bet."

Robert waited outside, anxiously. He really needed to talk to Indya. He's desperate to find a way for her and Michael to somehow see eachother again. After that day when Michael got upset and hung the phone up on Robert's face, he'd been very distant. It wasn't till last weekend, Robert asked Michael to help him with some appliances and he did. In between breaks, Robert noticed that Michael was glued to the phone which was odd because he's not one to be on his phone a lot. Let alone social media. He caught Michael looking at pictures of Indya on social media and he called him out on it. Of course he tried to play it off, but it was too late. Michael admitted that he's too ashamed to reach out to her after ghosting her the way he did. He was sure she wasn't going to want anything to do with him. So, since Michael is too stubborn to do anything, he's hoping Indya will make the move to talk with him. Again, he doesn't ever get involved in Michael's shenanigans, but he really wants to see Indya and Michael together somehow. Will Michael kill him if he finds out? Most definitely. Does he care, no. He just knows in his heart that Indya is the right woman for his best friend, and he's willing to take any measures to see it happen.

Indya finally made her way outside where Robert was waiting. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots. She was anxious, nervous, excited.. She really wanted to know what Robert had to say. Maybe Michael had told him something. It must be important if he had to come fetch her at the job. The sun was shinning a little too bright today. The skies were blue. Fluffy, cotton-ball clouds casting playful shadows on the ground. The air was crisp, and breezy. Though the sun was super bright today, it wasn't exactly hot. It was the perfect weather to go outside for a walk or even a nice picnic. Indya spotted Robert leaning against a car that she guessed was his. He saw her coming his way and felt so relieved.

" Hey...." She says nervously.

" I'm glad you decided to come. I can drive us there if you want but I figured we could walk instead since the weather feels amazing today. "

Indya thought about it for a moment. If they drive there, maybe no one will see them together? At the same time, She's all about being active, and wanted to take advantage of the weather. It's been raining a lot lately since fall is approaching. Indya chewed on the inside of her cheek before responding.

" We can walk...."

Robert cornered his eyes at her.

" You sure?"

Indya snapped her neck back.

" I'm a runner. A little walking won't hurt me."

" Oh shiiiiit *she's a runner she's a track star* he teased as he quoted The song by Mooski titled trackstar. Indya couldn't help but to laugh.

" Nice whip by the way" she complimented as she admired his car. He had a very clean looking 1989 classic box Chevy. The royal blue paint that it had, gleamed in the sunlight, highlighting the car's sharp lines and classic silhouette. It was Robert's pride and joy, and Indya had to admit, it was a beauty.

Her eyes were drawn to the wheels. They were custom-made, 20-inch chrome rims with a deep-dish design. The spokes were thick and angular, catching the light with every subtle movement. They weren't just wheels; they were a statement. They gave the box Chevy an aggressive, modern edge while still respecting its vintage charm.

Robert puffed out his chest, and smiled proudly.

" I appreciate it. She's my baby.."

"Man, Robert..." Indya said, shaking her head in amazement, still admiring the wheels. "These wheels are insane. Where did you even find those?"

Robert grinned, leaning back against the car next to her. "Took me months to track 'em down. They're custom-made by a shop out in California. Figured they were the only ones that could do justice to the Chevy."

"They definitely do," Indya agreed. "The deep dish is perfect, and the way the spokes catch the light...it's like they were made for this car." She paused, then pointed to the center cap. "Are those knock-offs? I thought you'd probably go with spinners instead."

Robert's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Damn ok Indya, you know your shit. Yeah, they're knock-offs. I was gonna go with spinners, but these just felt right. Plus, they're a little more low-key, you know? Don't want to attract too much attention."

Indya laughed. "Too late for that, buddy. This whole car attracts attention." She stepped back, taking in the whole picture. "Seriously though, you've done an amazing job with it. The paint, the wheels, the interior...it's all perfect."

Robert smiled, clearly pleased. "Thanks, Indya. Means a lot coming from you. Most people just see an old car, but you actually appreciate the work that goes into it." He paused, a thoughtful look on his face. "You know more about cars than most guys I know. You just won extra cool points with me."

She shrugged, and giggled lightly." I know a little bit. My dad owned a few growing up, so he taught me a thing or two especially since I'm an only child. "

They began walking down towards the side walk that led to this taco truck.They were quiet for a moment. All you can hear are the crunching sounds of the dry leaves under their foots, and cars passing them by. Robert placed his hands inside his pant pocket, thinking of how to spark the conversation between them again but it was too late. Indya had already started it.

" So, what did you need to talk to me about." Her heart began racing.

Robert didn't answer right away. He looked down at the pavement, as he gathered his thoughts.

" Remember I told you that Michael grew distant for a while?" Indya turned to face him until finally their eyes met.

" Yeah?"

" Well, we are talking again. In fact, he helped me move some appliances over the weekend."

Indya wasn't sure where he was going with this. All she knew was that the more Robert spoke, the more her heart galloped. Can he just get to the point? Her thoughts screamed.

" ok??" Robert stifled a giggle at the impatient tone in her voice.

" I noticed he was on his phone a lot. In between breaks, his eyes was just glued to it which I found to be weird, because Michael is not one to be on his phone a lot."

Indya lifted a brow, curiously.

" Ok, and?"

His stare suddenly became serious, as his jaw clenched.

" Indya, he was on his phone looking at pictures of you on social media. I don't know if it was Facebook or instagram, but I know I saw your face in those pictures."

Indya immediately stopped walking, as she felt a jolt in her chest.

" This stays between us though. If he finds out I'm telling you this, he'll kill me..."

" What?? He was?" Her eyes widened in disbelief.

" Are you sure it was me??"

Robert nodded, with a faint smile on his lips.

" Trust me. I know what you look like. He tried to play it off, but I called him out on it. Said he was full of shit. He couldn't even give me a reason why he was looking through your social media. He was truly embarrassed, and didn't have anything to say other than you popped up as people he may know. We both know that's Bull..."

Robert kicked a rock that was on the pavement, as he looked down at his shoes, briefly. Indya still was at a loss of words. So many emotions and questions were going through her head. The feelings she has for him were just stirring up deep within her like a tornado;Feelings she was fighting so hard to put away.

" If he's going through my social media, why doesn't he just reach out to me instead?" Indya asked feeling so confused.

Robert met her gaze once again, and slightly widened his eyes with worry. Indya's deep, green eyes stared back at him with so much absorption, he was almost intimidated. It made him super hesitant to say the words to come next..

" He deleted and blocked your number.... Again, this stays between us!"

Indya immediately grimaced.

" what?????? He seriously blocked me??!! Why??? What an asshole!"

She crossed her arms and looked away in frustration. Her hair blowing wildly through the breeze.

" He regrets it...." Robert immediately says in Michael's defense.

" Oh yeah? And how do you know that?"

Indya was furious. She did nothing wrong to Michael for him to just block her . She felt so disrespected. How are you going to have sex with someone and then block them just like that??? She felt completely foolish, and degraded.

" He told me...." He suddenly admitted.

Indya slowly turned to face him. Her expressions softening only slightly.

" He did?" She asks in almost a whisper.

" Yes, Indya he did. After we got into it about searching your social media, he admitted to regretting ghosting you. That it was a foul move on his part.,..."

" Yeah, well, if he's so remorseful, why didn't he just reach out to me on social media, then?"

Robert ran his hand behind his head,  anxiously.

" I.... I don't know. Michael mentioned that he was sure you wouldn't want anything to do with him. He didn't want to try out of fear of rejection."

Indya scoffed while shaking her head from side to side with a sarcastic grin on her face.

" fear of rejection???? Yet, he rejected me!!"

Robert put his hands up defensively, and turned to face her completely.

" trust me, I know. Michael was completely wrong for doing that. He's extremely stubborn. It's hard getting through that thick skull of his sometimes."

Indya scoffed in disbelief again. She was very irritated, hurt, and angry. All this time that she was so worried. Thinking she did something wrong. It was all because of his stubborn ways? How selfish could he be?? Of Indya's feelings, of simply everything!!

" You know what? Fuck this and FUCK your friend. " She huffed as she turned the opposite way to walk back towards the clinic.

" shit!" Robert whispered as he immediately sped walk behind to meet her pace.

" Wait Indya.... Please." He did not want her to get away. Telling her the truth was risky, but it's part of the plan. He needed her to know that Michael did care. That he wanted to talk to her. But Robert needed Indya to be the one to reach out first, because he knew Michael would not.

She continued to walk, ignoring him completely. Robert could not keep up with how fast she was walking, so he ran until he was in front of her. Indya came to an abrupt stop as Robert stood before her, blocking her way, and trying to catch his breath.

" Gahhh damn track star slow down." He placed his hand on his chest, still trying to catch his breath.

" Fuck, I'm out of shape..."

Indya crossed her arms, and looked away, Angrily while sucking get teeth.

" Move out of my way, Robert..." she said with warning and a neck roll.

" Please Indya..... just hear me out. I don't usually beg anyone like this for anything . I mean, I'm a thug.... A gangster.

Indya fought back a giggle. This was not the time for him to be funny.

" You are not a thug...." She retorted while tilting her head to the side, and eyeing him, humorously.

" Girl, don't let this pretty boy face fool you. I know my way around these streets... although I have changed a lot. And it's all thanks to my boy Mike. If it wasn't for him guiding me in the right direction, I wouldn't even be here standing before you right now and I really mean that. I've been through some serious shit, no cap."

Indya's expressions softened. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. She could see the respect and love he has for his friend shine through his eyes.

" Look, I know what he did was hurtful and completely uncalled for... but I swear to you that he's a good person, friend, and a damn good man. He's been through the most unimaginable things in life. He's been so hurt, and he's acting out in defense. Michael is definitely not being his true self. Sometimes I wonder if it's really love he's running away from because he's been hurt or, because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. Either way it goes, he deserves to be happy... He deserves to be loved correctly."

Indya looked away, feeling conflicted. Even through all that has happened, she still does cares. The thought of Michael,  still gives her butterflies even as she stands there feeling so angry with him at the same time. She didn't know what to think, what to believe or even how to feel."

" I know you care about him, Indya..." He continued.

" I can tell that you are a pure soul. You are not like any other girl he's been with. Definitely not like my cousin Kiera. I warned Michael about her, because I know the history between her and Preston. He didn't listen of course..but you....You really care about my friend. I can feel it. After all Michael has done for me, I owe him this much. Please, I don't want you to give up on him."

Indya took in a deep breath, and squinted her eyes subtly. Everything he was saying was getting to her. He's right. She does care about Michael. She still feels compassion for him, for what he's been through even though ghosting her was hurtful. Deep down she understood why. Hearing how Robert spoke of his friend with such gratification, moved her somehow. And it annoyed her at the same time, because she hated having such a soft spot for Michael.

" What do you want me to do? He ghosted me for almost a month. He doesn't want me in his life, obviously."

" Text him again. I'm sure he will respond this time. All he needs to know is that you're still willing to talk to him..."

Indya scowled.

" So, you want ME to court HIM?"

Robert sighed deeply.

" Trust me I know. You shouldn't have to chase anyone. They should be chasing you. You're beautiful, an incredible person, you're a whole queen. Michael knows how to treat a woman. He's just too caught up in his own hurt to realize he's unintentionally causing pain towards others with his actions."

Indya remained quiet for a moment. Her heart was beating so fast. She believed him wholeheartedly when he said Michael knows how to treat a woman. She remembers how he spoke of Kiera. How much he loved her and the kids. She remembered how he treated her that night after they made love. How he held her in his arms so lovingly. There was definitely potential in him. In her heart she knew that she didn't want to give up. There was nothing she wanted more than to have Michael in her life. But he needed to want it just as much. He needed to do his part too. She deserves to be fought for just as fiercely.

" I don't know. I'll have to think about this. I mean, this is a lot you know? It really hurt my feelings when he ghosted me. I didn't ask him for commitment. I didn't ask him for a damn thing! All I simply wanted was to be part of his life..."

Robert's expressions softened with kindness as he emphasized with her. He caught the sadness in her tone. His honey brown eyes stared deeply into her soul with such honesty. It was evident to him that her feelings for Michael were stronger than she was willing to admit. It was written all over her face, in her body language.

" I know, and that's completely understandable. Take all the time you need. Whenever you feel ready to reach out to him, I'm sure it will make him the happiest man on earth."

" Yeah, I doubt that..." she said in a very low voice making it almost impossible to hear.

" Trust me Indy... it will.."

A smile slowly formed on Indya's lips at the sound of him calling her by that nickname.

" Hey, my closest friends, and family call me Indy.." He smiled back, warmly.

" Is that so? Well, you are my friend. Matter of fact, you are my lil sis now how bout that? Anyone who fucks with my boy Mike is family to me."

Indya is an only child, so to hear him say that, made her feel all warm inside. She couldn't help but to smile more widely.

" Now, shall we please continue walking so that I can treat my lil sis to some lunch? I'm starving and I know that you are too."

Indya turned around and walked back towards the taco stand direction.

" fine..."
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The shift was coming to an end, and Indya was grabbing her stuff out of the locker to leave. She loves her job with the animals, but she was super happy it was finally the weekend. She stopped at Dr. Kuvalchuk's office to say her goodbyes, and to make sure nothing else is needed from her.

" No, you are good to go." Dr. Kuvalchuk assured.

" Are you sure?" Indya asked.

" yes go. Have a good weekend. See you on Monday." She shooed Indya away, playfully.

She knows how hard Indya works in this clinic and feels incredibly lucky to have her as an asset along her side caring for the animals. She always makes sure her associates feel more than appreciated. This is why Indya loves her Job so much and co workers. They are truly like a little family.

Indya smiled at her boss, and got the hint that she wanted her to leave.  When she made it outside, she saw her coworker Eric leaning against his car that was parked right next to hers, smoking a cigarette. She raised a brow at him, as she opened up the car door.

" If Dr Kay sees you smoking on the premises, she will have your throat." Indya teased.

Eric smirked as he blew out the smoke.

" And I know who's got your throat." He sneered.

Indya made a disgusted expression.

" And you are gross."

Eric laughed, as he flipped his brown hair to the side, exposing his long, pale neck. His hair style was unique, but bold. He kept one side shaved, and the other side long, and sleek. Sometimes it's curly. His face structure rigid, and strong. His fashion sense is honestly very appealing.

" Oh please. Don't act like you are so pristine. We both know you are not." He responds while waving his fingers around, expressively.

Indya scoffed.

" i am not pristine!"

Eric cornered his eyes at her, while holding the cigarette immobile in his mouth. He took in a puff, then blew it out.

" I saw you walking with Mr, sexy piece of chocolate."

Indya laughed while putting her things in the car.

" Were you stalking me? Weirdo."

He flipped his hair again, and waved his hands around dramatically.

" No, for your information, I was on my way to McDonald's to get a double quarter pounder because you know I love that extra beef."

Indya grimaced.

" Again, gross."

" What is really going on with you and chocolate?"

Indya got in the car, and looked over at Eric before starting it.

" I told you already. He's just a friend."

His brows lowered with curiosity, as he took one last drag of his cigarette.

" Ok, so Who is this friend that you want so badly?"

Indya shrugged.

" Just someone I met a few weeks ago."

Eric flicked the cigarette onto the grass, and Indya stared with disgust that he littered.

" Good. I'm glad you are able to move on after that other ass hole cheated on you."

He scrunched up his nose.

" I didn't really like him for you anyway. Hopefully this new guy is different. I can't wait to meet him." He says boldly while raising his brows.

Indya wanted to immediately try and deflect from this subject.

" You have anything planned for the weekend.?" She suddenly asked.

He shrugged.

" Maybe. I might go to the club with my girlfriends. Perhaps to a drag show. Why? You wanna hang?"

Suddenly, Indya got an idea as her eyes widened.

" That's it..." she thought. " instead of calling Michael, I should just pay him a visit at the club he DJ's at. He did openly invite me and my friends to come whenever we wanted to."

A smile suddenly spread widely upon her lips, and Eric started at her like she was crazy.

"  Oh my GOD what?" He says with a disgruntled look on his face. Indya bit her lip, and let out a gleeful chirp.

" Oh nothing. You just gave me an idea! Thank you!! You are the best!" Indya quickly closed the door, and started the car.

Eric stood there still looking confused with his hands on his hips.

" well duh. I know I'm the best..."

Before driving off, Indya blew him a kiss, and waved bye.

Eric gasped while dramatically placing his hand over his chest.

" You're welcome bitch!"
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On the way home, Indya dialed Thao's number through the Bluetooth in her car. After a few rings, she answered.

" Hey girlie!"

" Hey! What are your plans tomorrow night??"
Indya immediately asked enthusiastically.

Thao hesitated for a moment to think about whether or not she had plans.

" I ugh..... I don't think I have anything planned."

" Ok, so, do you want to go out with me tomorrow night? You know, have a girls night?"

" Um, just you and I or are Gigi and Ashley coming too?"

" I would actually prefer if it was just you and I..."

" Um, ok? May I ask why?"

Indya slowly bit her bottom lip, anxiously before answering.

" I want to go to the Roxy...."

" Wait.... Isn't that where Michael works as a DJ on the weekends?" Thao asked.

" Yeah...."

" why don't you want to invite the girls?? If they find out we go out without them, they are going to feel a type of way."

" ok, so let's make sure they don't find out..."

Thao was very taken aback by Indya's request. Why did she only want them to go out together without the rest of the crew? They haven't done anything alone in a while. She honestly felt like Indya has been keeping things from her these past few weeks. Indya hasn't really spoken much of Michael, yet now she wants to go see him out of no where?"

"Indy, what is going on??"

Indya gripped the steering wheel, tightly and she felt her shoulders become tense. Now wasn't the time to go over what truly happened, but how can she even escape it now?

" Nothing, Tee.... I just really need to go over there to handle something.

" handle what??" Her sweet, concerning voice  echoed through the car, making Indya feel guilty. Guilty for keeping all of this from her bestest friend so long.

Indya sighed.

" Look, Michael ghosted me,  ok? And I need to go over there to find out why."

" What? When did he ghost you Indy?" Thao asked, sadly.

" A few weeks ago...."

" Why didn't you say anything?"

"I..... I just didn't want to talk about it. "

" Why would he even do that? He seemed really into you that one night at Ashley's party. He even came to fix your electrical issue at your house!"

" I know Tee and that was the last time I saw him. I texted him once, and he never responded. So, I'm going to face him instead. I need to find out why he ghosted me.... I need closure."

It got really quiet all of a sudden for a brief moment. Indya waited anxiously for what Thao will say next. Of course her friend immediately understood that more had happened between Indya and Michael. Why else would she need closure??

" Indy..... did you sleep with him?"

Indya gulped hard. As much as she wanted to say no, she couldn't keep it a secret anymore.

" Yes..." she responded shamefully, hoping Thao wouldn't get mad for keeping it from her.

Thao's eyes widened in shock.

" Indyaaaaaaaa oh my GOD."

Indya felt heat rising up to her cheeks...

" I know Tee.... I know..." she says while face palming her forehead.

" When? And how many times? I need all the deets!"

" We only did it once and it was the night he came to my house. After that, I never heard from him again. That's why I kept it to myself. I was too embarrassed...

" I get it..." Thao said.

" I'm not mad that you didn't tell us. I'm just sad you had to go through such thing alone. I would have been there for you, Indy you know that. There is no reason to be embarrassed. I would never judge you. Michael is just an asshole! I'm truly shocked that he would act this way towards you!"

Indya sighed in frustration.

" It's like He is, but at the same time, he isn't. Michael has been through a lot, and we did agree to just a fling. I just wasn't expecting him to ghost me, and so suddenly."

Thao could not believe she was defending him. It was more than clear to her that Indya really really liked Michael. More than she expected her to.

" He fucked you and left you like that's all you were good for.. That's messed up Indya! you don't deserve that at all no matter what he's been through. I don't think you should go see him at all.... and I thought he didn't want to go through with the fling anyway?!"

This is why Indya wanted to keep this to herself. Having to explain herself over and over was frustrating.... Because only she understands the situation. But she didn't want to go see Michael alone. She needed her best friend to be on board somehow, and without hating Michael in the process.

Indya exhaled sharply through her nose. She was now pulling up at her drive way.

"Things changed.... I mean, we connected so deeply that night, that there was no stopping it from happening. It was destiny.  And honestly Tee, I really care about Michael. Even though what we had was short lived, I can't seem to get him off of my mind. He's the first thing I think about when I go to sleep, and the last thing I think about when I wake up. Just the thought of him, or his name makes my heart skip a beat. He's really an incredible person. I saw it that night we were together. He's gentle, affectionate, sweet, and such a gentleman. I'm sure he has his reasons as to why he ghosted me. I've got to see him again. I need to come to some sort of conclusion about these feeling I have in my heart for him. If I don't get this closure, it will drive me insane."

Thao grew quiet for a moment. Hearing how Indya expressed her self over Michael right now, scared her a little. She's never heard her speak this way about ANYONE.

" wow....I... I don't know what to say. He's really gotten into your head huh?"

Indya slowly ran her hand through her curls.

" Yes.... Yes he has. I can't help how I feel about him Tee.... I should be angry, yes, but I still care about him. I still want to see him again...."

" Look, it's obvious this means alot to you, so I'll go. Even though I'm not very fond of Michael right now."

" wait, really?"

Thao rolled her eyes in a playful gesture.

" Of course. I'm your ride or die remember? I just hope this will be worth it..."

Indya squealed with excitement.

" Thanks Tee! And remember. The other girls can't know about this. I just want to keep it between us for now ok?"

" My lips are sealed"

" Ok, well I just pulled up to my house. I'm going for a quick run. Start looking for an outfit to wear for tomorrow night...."

" wait...." Thao interrupted.

" Before you disconnect, I just have to ask. Was the sex good?"

Indya immediately felt butterflies swarming in her stomach as her cheeks became feverishly hot. Of course Thao is going to ask. She was curious as hell.

" It was the best sex I've ever had...."

Thao's eyes widen with curiosity and anticipation. "The best??? She felt herself even blush.

" why was it the best?"

Indya blushed slightly, a dreamy expression taking over her face. "It was... incredible. Like, next-level amazing. He didn't just, you know... he made love to me. It was so passionate, so tender. I felt like I was the only person in the world." She paused, searching for the right words. "It was more than just physical, you know? It was like our souls connected. I never knew it could be like that."

Thao took in each detail, and felt the butterflies ignite at the thought of making love. There has been a little trouble in paradise between she and her boyfriend Todd. She just hasn't told Indya yet. A beat of silence hung in the air. Thao looked down at her hands, a faint frown creasing her forehead. She and Todd had been together for a few years, and their sex life was...fine. Good, even. But it wasn't the earth-shattering, mind-blowing experience Indya was describing. It made her feel like maybe she was missing out on something greater.

" Really? No wonder why you're going crazy over him. He left you dick whipped."

Indya laughed.

" I am not dick whipped. It was more than just that. The connection between us was simply out of this world. I've never experienced anything so intimate. It was just...different. More intense, more connected. Like we were completely in sync, you know? Every touch, every kiss...it was electric."

"Thao listened intently, a mix of fascination and something else flickering in her eyes. "Wow," she breathed out when Indya finished. "Sounds...intense. I can tell you're really into him...."

" I am...That's why I need to find him..."

" and we will. Hopefully you can get the answers you're looking for and not get hurt further."

Indya threw her head back onto the head rest, and blew out a deep breath.

" me too tee..."

To continued....

Chapter Text

Indya got out of the shower after her run and lounged around in her robe for a bit, as she scoured her closet for an outfit to wear tomorrow. She needed something that would draw attention and stand out. Something sexy, yet classy at the same time. She had no time to go shopping and was hoping to find something in her closet. After searching for a few minutes, her eyes suddenly fixed on a vibrant red dress that had tiny little sequins on it. It's not just any dress; it's a beacon of confidence and anticipation.

She'd forgotten that she even bought this dress months ago on Fashion Nova for a performance, but didn't get to wear it. It's just been in there collecting dust. Her fingers trace the sequins on the ripples of the fabric. Each one promising a night of excitement. A ghostly smile plays on her lips as she envisions the night ahead, the dance floor bathed in neon, and the feeling of the music coursing through her veins, all the while making a huge impression on Michael. She needed to remind him who she was. She's motha fucking Indya and nobody blocks her!

Tomorrow can't come soon enough. She was ready to rock Michael's world yet again, and he truly has no idea what's to come. After talking with Robert today, she cannot deny that it felt really good to hear that Michael admitted regretting ghosting her. She's hurt that he blocked her, but at the same time, her heart filled with glee knowing he still thinks about her. Nothing else mattered right now. She just needed to see him, and be in his presence. Her soul craves it.

The next day came faster than anticipated. It was already 9 P.M.

Indya's reflection stared back at her, a stranger under the harsh bathroom light. Each swipe of mascara felt like a monumental decision, each strand of hair wrestled into place, a battle against the butterflies erupting in her stomach. She was super nervous. Tonight was the night. Club Roxy. Michael, the ghost. Nothing and nobody prepared her for this moment. Of course Robert played a part in it, but showing up to the Roxy where Michael works, unannounced, is not what he exactly had in mind. This was all impromptu.

Indya hoped she wasn't making a mistake. Will he be happy to see her? All of a sudden she was filled with so much doubt and insecurity. But she knew deep down in her heart that it was too late to turn back. Her mind was already made up.
The red spaghetti-strapped dress that she chose was a whisper of crimson silk. So vibrant, it seemed to hum with its own inner light. Tiny rhinestones like captured starlight, scattered across the bodice, twinkling with every movement. It was impossibly short, showing the perfect amount of her legs, yet it possessed a fairy tale quality. It felt like a second skin, highlighting every curve and every tremble. It was supposed to make her feel powerful, untouchable, but right now it just felt like a costume. An enchanted costume, by the way it hugged her curves with mischief.

What if he didn't even notice her? What if he gets upset or doesn't even want to see her at all? But why wouldn't he? She took in a deep breath, trying to channel back her unwavering confidence. The one that was there yesterday when she decided to do this. Being nervous was never a thing for Indya. But ever since Michael came into her life, becoming nervous was the norm now. Especially when it came to him.
She took one last look in the mirror, after applying her makeup.

"Okay, Indya," she told herself. "You are fierce. You are beautiful. You are fabulous. And you are going to have fun tonight regardless of what happens with Michael. This is your night."

She grabbed her purse, a tiny silver thing that held nothing but lipstick, her phone, and hope, then headed out to meet Thao. They decided to go in separate cars just in case one or the other wanted to leave early. The drive there wasn't that bad. The club is actually not far from where she works. Indya pulled into the parking lot where there's already a lot of cars parked, and felt her heart begin to race again. The anticipation was nerve-wrecking.

"Where am I going to park? There are so many people here already." Indya said to herself.

She looked around trying to find an empty spot, carefully making sure she didn't run over any pedestrians. The bass from the music was already booming from outside which only caused her anxiety to heighten more. Knowing that the music being played was from Michael. A call was coming through the speakers of her car, and she immediately answered.

"Hey girl..."

"Hey, where are you?" Thao asked.

"I'm trying to find a parking spot." Indya responded in frustration.

"Ok, well, I'm already here. I am waiting at the front of the building."

"This place is so packed!"

"I know. But it's Saturday. Of course it's going to be packed."

Indya frowned while continuing to look around the parking lot for an available space.

"Can you tell I haven't really been out in a while?"

Thao giggled.

"Hey, you're not alone. I don't go out much either, and you know this."

Indya finally spotted a parking spot, and cheered happily.

"YES I finally found a damn parking spot!" She quickly parked before someone else could try and take it.

"Ok good. Hurry up! I'm waiting for you in the front." Thao urged with anticipation. She was so excited to be there.

"Ok, ok I'm coming."

Indya got out of the car, and ran her hands down the dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. She slowly started making her way towards the front of the building. The bass from the music inside thumped onto the sidewalk, vibrating through Indya's heels. She took in a deep breath, the cool night air doing little to calm the frantic flutter in her chest. The flashing neon sign on the building seemed to mock her, each pulse a reminder of why she was even there—and why she was slightly dreading it.

Other people were walking with their friends and or significant others, and she couldn't help but notice that she was probably a little overdressed. Everyone else was either casual or conservative. A lot of eyes were on her, and she could feel it. It made her feel a bit vulnerable. Little did she know they weren't staring or snickering under their breaths out of judgment. On the contrary. They were staring because of how beautiful and elegant she looked; mesmerized by how each time she moved, the golden curls on her head bounced with almost playful energy, framing her face in a halo of light. She was truly enchanting and was captivating those around her with such a trance.

Everything that happened in the last few weeks started to play again in her head. The thought of seeing Michael again, of having to act like she wasn't completely crushed, made her want to suddenly turn and run. "What am I doing? Do I really want to do this? Is this even the right thing to do?" Indya suddenly stopped walking as she felt conflicted. She saw her friend waiting at the front of the building with her back turned. Indya's breathing quickened knowing she was already so close. She made her friend come out tonight to help her face the reality of things. Why turn back now?

With a final surge of determination, Indya pushed off the wall and started walking again. Each step felt heavy, the click of her white heels echoing in the sudden quiet of her mind. She imagined his face, that easy smile that had once made her heart soar, now twisted with the bitter taste of rejection. No, she would not back down. She needed to do this for the sake of her sanity. This was it. Time to face the music, and maybe just maybe, show Michael exactly what he's been missing.

"Hey!" Indya said nervously, trying to get Thao's attention. Thao turned around, and her eyes and mouth grew wide at the sight of her best friend. She stared at her up and down with wonderment.

"Indyaaaaa! wow.... You look incredible..."

Indya blushed, brushing her hair out of the way because of the wind blowing it all around.

"Really? It's not too much?" Indya asked, seeming unsure.

"Are you kidding me? Look at me!?" Indya looked at her with amazement as well. She understood the assignment when told to dress up, and it brought a smile to her face. Thao had on a short leather skirt that had a rather explicit slit on the front, with a red and black sleeveless bustier that accentuated her curves just perfectly. People stereotyping Asians and saying they have no curves, are wrong and weird. Although many are small and petite, Thao was particularly curvy: More than Indya. She was full-chested and has wide hips. Her brown short hair was styled wavy and her makeup smoky and seductive. Both girls were catching stares from left and right by outside bystanders.

"You look amazing too. I absolutely love that bustier," Indya complimented. Thao gave her a cheeky smile.

"Thanks girl! I knew that dress would look so good on you. Indya, you look like a sexy, mystical princess. It's just so perfect and fitting for tonight's occasion. You really are trying to catch Michael's attention tonight, huh? Because I can guarantee that when he sees you, he's going to regret ever ghosting you. Especially once he sees all these men checking you out," Thao teased while looking around at all the people making their way into the club. Indya bit the inside of her cheek, and the nerves started to swirl violently within her once more.

"And what if he doesn't, Tee? What if he doesn't regret it when he sees me? What if he really wants to move on, and never see me again? Better yet, what if his friend lied to me about Michael wanting to talk to me, but he's too ashamed? What...... what if I go in there and make a huge fool of myself??" Thao can clearly see that Indya is starting to panic and have second thoughts by the startled look on her face.

Although she didn't feel very fond of Michael right now, she knew just how much being here, doing this, meant to her friend. Thao placed her hands on Indya's arm, and the abrupt contact of her hand suddenly brought Indya back to reality. They stared deeply into each other's eyes with so much absorption.

"Then you will have me right there with you to get through whatever, Indy. You are not alone. Whatever happens tonight, we are going to get through it together..." Thao's voice shook a little from her intense emotions. Indya was moved by it. She felt so lucky to have such an amazing friend that supported everything that meant so much to her without judgment.

"Thank you, Tee.... That means a lot to me. Thank you for being here with me tonight." Thao smiled widely, causing her already slender eyes to become smaller.

"Are you ready to go in?" Indya looked over at the building, and swallowed down the rock in her throat. Having her best friend's support was somehow lifting a lot of the worry off her shoulders. "You are not alone, Indya. You have your bestie with you. What could go wrong? If anything, at least you can say that you tried. That way there will never be any regrets." She thought to herself.

Indya nodded vehemently with a big, confident smile on her face.

"Yes... you are right. Let's do this."

"Great, and remember Indy, no matter what happens, we are going to still have a fun night. We will not let any man ruin that for us, okay?"
They began to walk their way towards the security, and Indya tilted her head to stare at Thao.

"Of course, 'cause FUCK these men! It's a girls night!"

"Yeah fuck these men!!" Thao chanted.
Indya cocked her head at Thao, and chuckled, surprised of what she just blurted out of her mouth.

"Wait, what? Even Todd?"
Thao immediately regretted it. Tonight was about Indya, and not her problems in paradise.

"Well, yeah.... It's fuck ALL men tonight..."

Indya stared at Thao, suspiciously. Her tone seemed off which spiked her intrigue. She has been dating Todd for a very long time and all has seemed like a perfect love story. Thao could see the worry in Indya's eyes and she cleared her throat.

"Hey, you and Todd are good right?" Indya asked, worriedly. Their eyes met, and the look of alarm in Indya's eyes made it very hard for Thao to keep it together and lie.

"Yyyyes..." She said in almost a whisper. Indya was not convinced, but she decided to let it go, and not push her for more information. When she is ready to open up, she will. Even though that didn't stop her from feeling concerned.

After being in line for a few minutes to get inside the club, it was finally their turn to go through security.

"Ladies..." said this tall young man with long, greasy dark hair, and a mustache that looked to be from the '80s. He looks like that one creepy neighbor that sits on his balcony with a beer in his hand all day.

"Can I see your ID?"

"Yeah, sure," Indya said with a warm smile as Thao took out hers as well. The young man took it, but not without giving Indya a very intriguing glare. Indya noticed, and her smile slowly began to fade.

"Is this your first time here?" He asked while squinting his eyes at her.

"It's both of our first time, actually..." she responds back sternly.

"Yeah...." Thao replied.

He looked at Thao, and then back at Indya again. Both ladies were feeling a bit weirded out by him already but indya's stance remained feisty.

"I can tell. I have never seen you here before. And believe me, I know every face that comes through these doors." He responded in a slow, deliberate tone. Indya laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah I bet...."

The guard then slightly leaned into Indya giving her another eerie stare. Indya flinched back in automatic defense mode.

"I think I would have remembered such a beautiful face like yours..." he says in a low, yet deep intimidating tone.

Thao grimaced slightly at how creepy this man was being towards her friend, and wrapped her arm around Indya's arm, defensively. This man was literally making Indya's skin crawl.

"Are we good? Can we go in now?" Indya said in a serious, yet repulsive tone.

"I don't know... are y'all?" He then raised an inquisitive brow at them. "Tell me. Are y'all even old enough to be in here?" Indya rolled her neck and stepped forward a bit while crossing her arms with attitude.

"Look, Mr.... Uhhh" Indya squinted to read the name on his name tag. "Isaac... why don't you do us both a favor and take a look at the IDs instead of wasting time looking at me. It will show you everything you need to know."

The guard let out a snort through the nose, at how feisty she was being. He wasn't used to it, since he can usually intimidate anyone. He is known for getting a little too frisky with the ladies, especially the new faces. He's gotten in trouble for harassment in the past, but they just won't fire him. Little did he know though, that Indya is a FORCE, and she will not let him intimidate her one bit.

He looked at both IDs, and then back up at Indya, giving her such a pompous grin that made her want to smack him right then and there.

"You ladies are good to go.... have fun."

Indya snatched the IDs from his hand, and without saying another word, they immediately went inside to be far away from him.

"Ew what in the hell is wrong with that dude? He was being extremely creepy!" screeched Thao.

Indya looked back at him with furrowed brows, as he continued to stare at her with predatorial eyes.

"I don't know, but he's got the right one today. Let's go.."

They suddenly stepped into the dimly lit club and immediately noticed the '90s R&B music playing that had people dancing on the dance floor so freely. The air was thick with alcohol and perfume. Indya's dress, a cascade of shimmering sequins, caught every flicker of light. It hugs her figure just so, hinting at curves and confidence. With each step the sequins whisper, drawing eyes and turning heads. The dress isn't just fabric; it's a statement, a bold declaration of her presence in a world of muted tones. She was the only one dressed like this too, which made her stand out even more so.

The more Indya made her way into the crowd, the louder the music became, and the more eyes followed. So many men already wanted to buy her a drink and ask her to dance. Although the crowd was thick tonight, Indya couldn't help but notice how grown and sexy the ambiance was. The people surrounding her, didn't look to be younger than 30. She and Thao were probably the youngest ones there. This place was such a vibe. Especially because Indya loves classic R&B music so much. It reminded her of her father. The song playing right now was "Candy Rain" by Soul for Real.

🎶 "My love, do you ever dream of candy-coated rain drops? You're the same, my candy rain..." 🎵

Indya's head was bobbing to the music, fighting the urge to start dancing with whoever she kept bumping into. Thao was already letting the music move her body, as she sang along to the words. After scanning the area a little more, while making her way onto the dance floor, she suddenly froze. There he was. Indya became paralyzed at the sight of Michael at the DJ booth. Everything started to move in slow motion. For a split second, the music fades, but she could still feel the bass vibrating right through her chest making the flutters within it worse. She felt her breath hitch watching him bathed in the neon glow.

Michael looked like he belonged there. Like he was born to command the energy of the room. His fingers danced over the mixer, his head bobbing to the beat, oblivious to the way Indya's heart did a painful little twist in her chest. It was a punch to the gut, seeing him so effortlessly cool, so unbothered, while she was still piecing together the fragments of what happened between them.

The music pulsed, but all Indya could hear was the deafening silence of his ghosting. It felt much more surreal now, after not seeing him for almost a month. But why couldn't she stop staring? If seeing him hurt so much, why were her eyes so glued at his every move? She was so mesmerized to see him in his element. Seeing this side of him that had so much swagger, was refreshing and different from the electrician man she'd met weeks ago.

"Indya! Indya!" Thao called out, trying to get Indya's attention. She saw Michael, and she knows Indya did too. "Are you good?" Indya's mouth suddenly felt dry. She woke from her daze when she saw Michael almost glancing at her, and she panicked.

"OMG!"

He didn't see her though.

She immediately turned to walk towards the bar.

"I need a drink!!" she exclaimed.

Thao followed behind, worriedly. "Hey, are you okay?!!"

"I don't know if I can do this..." Indya said in a panic.

Her breathing became labored. Thao was completely baffled by such a scene. Never in her life has she seen Indya act this way. She has never even seen her nervous. It honestly tickled her a bit. It's crazy how things can change within a blink of an eye, and because of love being the culprit. Because this was absolutely love. It was changing Indya in ways that she still probably has not noticed... but Thao did, her mother did.... Even Michael's friend Robert did too.

"Hey, let's have a drink to relax the nerves, okay?" Thao suggested.

Indya nodded quickly in agreement, as she licked her lips. Her heart still hammering against her rib cage. They found their way to the bar and sat on some bar stools.

"What can I get you ladies?" asked a busy bartender....

"Two lemon drops please," Thao replied. The bartender immediately went to fetch for the drinks, as Thao went back to focus on her friend. She placed her hand on Indya's back, and rubbed on it to comfort her.

"He looks so handsome," Indya finally said sadly, as she stared blankly at the crowd of people behind them.

"I didn't know how I was going to feel after seeing him."

Thao stared at her compassionately. "So? What did you feel?" Indya shrugged, while wiping her clammy hands onto the dress.

"I don't know. I mean, it's a mixture of strong emotions. Stronger than I expected. There is anger, hurt, confusion, but at the same time, excitement, butterflies, attraction. It's like a roller coaster. It's been almost a month since I've heard anything from him, let alone seen him. I wonder, how would he react if he finds out I'm in his territory right now? Would he care? Part of me is kind of scared to find out."

The bartender placed the drinks in front of them and Thao gave him her card to keep the tab open.

"Yeah, well, that is why we are here, aren't we?"
Thao said before taking a sip of her drink.

"Where is the feisty Indya who literally didn't take any shit from that creepy ass security guard? I need her to come back." Indya grabbed her drink, and took a sip.

"You have to face him one way or another tonight," Thao added.

Indya thought about those words very carefully. She was right. What was the use in coming here tonight, if she wasn't going to face the music? Or shall we say, Michael? After a few minutes, Indya started to feel more at ease. The drink was strong and played a huge part in calming her nerves. Instead, she enjoyed the music which gave her the sweetest nostalgia. She watched the crowd dance and enjoy themselves on the dance floor. There was a great mix of diversity from Blacks, Whites, and Hispanics. This club was nothing like no other place she'd been to either. There was no drama or fights. All you saw were smiling faces and people laughing with one another. She preferred this type of vibe over the ones playing trap music.

Michael really had the crowd going with all the good songs he played. Every one was a hit, and at one point Indya let go, and sang along with Thao when "Nobody" by Keith Sweat came on. That really helped ease her nerves. She has been hiding by the bar, avoiding Michael, but as the minutes passed, she was feeling more prepared to walk out there and let herself be seen.

"Ok girl, I see you have relaxed a bit," teased Thao as she nursed on her second drink for the night. Indya was still sipping on the first one, and was already slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"Hell yeah this place is a whole vibe. I can't believe we have never been here before." Thao nodded in agreement.

" I completely agree. This place is really nice, and everyone seems so chill. And Michael is doing his thing up there with the music. He's playing all the good jams."

They grew quiet for a moment, as Indya continued to bob her head to Keith Sweat.

"But who is that guy standing next to him?" asked Thao curiously, as she stared back at the booth where Michael was.

Indya fixed her eyes on Thao, and realized her staring was where Michael was. She was trying so hard to avoid staring that way. She squinted her eyes to make out who it was, and smiled when she realized it was Michael's friend Robert.

"Oh, that's Robert. What is he doing up there? I didn't know he worked here too."

Thao snapped her neck back, and lowered her brows inquisitively.

"Who is Robert?" Indya waived a dismissive hand gesture as she took a sip of her drink.

"He's Michael's best friend. We met at the clinic a few weeks ago when he brought his puppy over. He is the one trying to get us together... He's a great guy. Kind of like a big brother."

"Thao bit her lip seductively. She really liked what she was seeing. "Mmm and cute too," she muttered.

Indya stared at her with shock, but before she could say anything, a guy came up to her and offered to buy a drink. Indya politely declined. After the guy left, she focused back on her friend who was no longer sitting next to her. "What?? Where in the hell did she go!!? She didn't even tell me where she was going." Indya crossed her arms and released a sigh of frustration. She didn't want them splitting up. Not with that creepy security guard still lingering around. "Maybe she went to the restroom. Ughhhh What is going on with Thao and Todd??" The curiosity was killing Indya. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by another slow song that began to play. It was "Cupid" by 112, and it was one of her favorites. It was Robert's turn to take over the turn tables, and he had no idea Indya was here, but still somehow managed to pick the perfect song to play. Because he has been technically playing Cupid.

🎶 "Girl if I told you I love you / That doesn't mean that I don't care, oh / And when I tell you I need you / Don't you think that I'll never be there, oh / Baby, I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into / Deception / And lies / don't misunderstand me / When I try to speak my mind / But I'm only saying what's in my heart / Cupid doesn't lie / But you won't know unless you give it a try / Oh baby, true love / Won't lie / But we won't know unless we give it a try / Give it a try" 🎶

She looked back to see people slowly swaying with their partners. It brought a faint smile onto her mouth. A smile that wasn't exactly a happy one. There was a hint of sadness in the way it curved onto her lips. Oh, how she wished to be slow dancing like that with Michael right now. She resonated with the lyrics so heavily. Without thinking about it any longer, Indya found herself standing from her seat, feeling hypnotized by the song. Her legs moved her towards the dance floor. Her eyes desperately looking for Michael, but it was hard to see due to the flashing lights, and dancing figures who were in the way.

Just when she was about to give up and go back, she caught a glimpse of him. Robert was focused on the turn tables, as he danced to the slow beat and Michael just stood there frozen, watching the crowd sing and dance. He had a lost look in his eyes. Maybe he resonated with the lyrics too? He looked sad. Like he was in deep thought. Indya had no idea that at that very moment, he was thinking of her too. Missing her with every fiber in his being, stewing in his thoughts. Regretting the fact that he'd ghosted her.

Every day he thought about her. Michael tried so hard to stay occupied with work, with projects, to get her off his mind but none of his efforts worked. He even drove by her house once, but was too much of a coward when he'd seen her outside doing yard work with her mother.
He watched as every couple on the dance floor slowly danced happily, and he had nobody to be that close with. But it's all his fault. Although he didn't want to find love, his heart and soul still craved that connection. Especially the one he experienced with Indya. The lyrics were hitting him like a ton of bricks, and it caused such an ache in his heart. It didn't make it no better that tonight at the club is R&B night, so he has to deal with sappy love songs all night long.

🎶 "Cupid doesn't lie. But you you won't know unless you give it a try. Oh baby, true love won't lieee but you won't know unless we give it a try" 🎶

Indya wasn't sure how far into the crowd she walked, until she realized she wasn't too far away from the booth now. People made a way for her as the path she walked on, lit up the dance floor from the sparkles from her dress. The music is still playing, but the sound of Indya's heartbeat was much louder than anything else. Michael still hadn't noticed her standing there yet, but she was somehow ready to be seen now. It wasn't until Robert saw her standing there first looking like a princess out of an enchanting story book, and it caught him by surprise.

His mouth went slowly ajar, and his eyes widened as he tapped Michael on the arm. He couldn't believe she was actually standing there. Michael looked up in reaction to the tap but then looked back down. His eyes then suddenly widened, as he felt a flutter in his chest. "Indya?" He breathed. "No.... wait, that can't be her." He slowly brought his head back up, and their eyes met like a magnet. When Indya realized he'd spotted her, she was frozen. So was Michael. "Is that really Indya? What is she doing here?" Michael couldn't believe it. So many thoughts and emotions rushed through him like a current. Her presence was completely unexpected. Never in a million years did he think she'd come looking for him here.

For a moment everything paused. The only thing existing right now was Michael and Indya as they grew so lost in one another. Indya smiled at him, warmly but all Michael could do was stare back as though he'd seen a ghost. To Indya, it seemed like he wasn't happy to see her. However, that wasn't the case. He was simply shocked. Also mesmerized at the same time by her ravishing beauty, and how she looked in that dress. He felt so ashamed; ashamed for not talking to her. He knew in his heart that he didn't deserve her. No, no! She must leave. She really shouldn't be here. Michael was so terrified of Indya. Of the feelings that wake up within him each time he's in her presence; terrified of what those feelings might do to him.

Their moment was soon interrupted when a random guy suddenly grabbed Indya by the arm. "Hey, beautiful want to dance?" Indya scowled and pulled back from the stranger's grip. "No thank you!" The guy threw his hands up defensively and backed up. "Ok cool, suit yourself...damn." She quickly looked back up at the booth, to find Michael but he was no longer there.

Once Michael saw a guy grab Indya by the arm, he just had to make his way down to where she was. He wasn't sure what to say. All he knew was that his heart was fluttering, and his palms were sweating. He really just wanted to tell her to leave. But at the same time, he wanted her to stay. He was so conflicted.

"Do you have anything to do with her being here, Rob?" Michael asked in an accusatory manner. Robert chuckled while twisting his eyebrows, humorously.

"Come on man do you really think I would do such a thing?" Michael scoffed.

"Yeah, well, I know you long enough to know what you're capable of. Plus, I know you've been seeing her at the clinic. It wouldn't surprise me if this wasn't your doing. Now keep an eye on the booth."

There was a slight hiss in those last words, and without saying another word, Michael stepped down from the booth and was gone. Robert smiled deviously at himself with satisfaction. This was technically not his doing to say the least. Indya decided to come here all on her own. Things turned out better than he expected. The plan was for Indya to text Michael, but her coming here and looking as good as she did, was an even better idea. The night took a very interesting turn. Will this be the end of their story, or just the beginning of a new, more complicated chapter? Only time, and maybe a leap of faith will tell.

Indya looked around at her surroundings, nervously, wondering where Michael went. He was no longer up at the DJ booth. Did he come down to find her? She kept bumping into random strangers on the dance floor, still looking around, lost. Little did she know, Michael had already spotted her. She just hadn't seen him in the crowd making his way towards her yet.

He sees her across the room, and it's like a punch to the gut. Not a painful one, but the kind that steals your breath and leaves you momentarily stunned. It's her beauty, maybe, or the way she moves—carefree, confident. Whatever it is, it stirs something inside him. Something he's been carefully keeping dormant. A longing, a vulnerability he's not ready to face... or is he? She looked like a damsel in distress, peering around for him in the crowd. It was cute. It made him smile knowing she's looking for him.

Finally, Indya turns around and sees Michael standing there in the crowded space. Both of their breaths hitched as their eyes locked like a magnet. Indya felt the butterflies flutter violently inside her stomach, and Michael's heart quickened in an instant. The strong energy surrounding them, is already so evident. He moved what it looked like to be in slow motion. The closer Michael got to her, the quicker heat began to rush to her cheeks. Her lips parting to steady her own breathing. How could she have forgotten for a moment how charmingly handsome he was? I mean, she always knew it, but tonight he was even more handsome than ever before.

His hair is tied back into a messy ponytail that only he can pull off. Some of the curls just fell over the side of his face. He wore black jeans with a plain white tee. He also had on a black leather jacket with belt buckles all around it. The shiny silver chain that he always wears, hung perfectly around his slender neck. Indya was simply flabbergasted by how gorgeous this man truly was. Now that Michael was in front of her, both just stared, not knowing what to say. Indya was getting mixed signals from Michael's facial expression. It made her so nervous.

"Hhheyyy..." Indya said shakily, taking a hopeful step toward him. Michael clenched his jaw, not moving, but his eyes narrowed to slits.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was flat, like a locked door. Indya's neck twitched back with surprise, and her smile evaporated. She let out a nervous chuckle that immediately died in the loud air. She was not expecting that kind of reaction.

"Whhat do you mean?"

"You shouldn't be here," Michael hissed with such aloofness.

Indya's expressions hardened with confusion, as she felt a pang in her stomach. The rejection stung. A fresh wound over the old one.

"Says who? You? Last time I checked, this is a public place and I can be here if I feel like it."

Michael released a deep sigh. Her defiance wasn't helping him one bit.

"Indya, it's best if you just left."

Indya's lips quivered as though she was holding back tears...

"Why?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. He looked at her, a storm of emotions in his eyes—regret, fear, maybe even a flicker of something else.

"I can't do this, Indya. I can't see you. Just... please, go."

Tears welled up in Indya's eyes, blurring her vision. Without another word, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the anonymous sea of faces, each step heavier than the last. She felt completely humiliated, stupid, and heartbroken.

"I'm so stupid for even coming here! Just stupid, stupid, stupid!!!" Her thoughts screamed.

Another song started to play. It was a little faster than the last one. Michael was supposed to be at the booth, because it was his turn to play the next song. Robert covered for him though. 'Can you help me' by Jesse Johnson started vibrating through out the dance floor getting the crowd all worked up.

The injured look that he saw in Indya's eyes from his actions broke him. Regret slammed into Michael, heavy and thick, like the club's bass vibrating in his chest.

"Shit... Indya, wait..." he called out to her over the loud bass that drowned out his voice.

Indya continued to make her way through the crowd, angrily, without turning around. It took everything in her to keep it together, and not cry. Michael pushed and shoved, chasing behind her. The strobe lights momentarily blinding his path through the crowd. Finally, he was able to catch up.

"Indya, please wait!"

"No, you know what's so crazy?!! You're the one who extended the invite to me and my friends to come here, and now you are telling me to leave?!!"

Indya yelled without looking at him. Michael wanted to get her to stop walking so they could talk.

"Indya, stop and please just look at me for a minute!" Michael demanded, his voice strained to be heard above the heavy, droning sub-bass that vibrated in the floor. He closed his fingers firmly onto her wrist, halting her forward. His grip made her stop abruptly and she turned to face him. Her nostrils were flaring, and her diamond green eyes were big and glossy.
The music suddenly dropped out, leaving a hollow, echoing beat—a rapid, stuttering drum machine counting down to the climax.

She pushed him back with such force on his chest. The force wasn't just physical; it was every ounce of her humiliation. Michael stumbled back a pace, his spine hitting a random person who was dancing behind him, the smell of cheap beer assaulting his nose.

BOOM.

The bass dropped back in, massive and instantaneous, a physical punch to the chest that seemed to punctuate the shove. The breath knocked out of him less by the impact and more by the raw hatred in her eyes. The sound swallowed his involuntary gasp.

Her fiery spirit impassioned him, causing his breathing to labor, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against the club's relentless beat. He never knew Indya could've so feisty.... And he liked it.

"Don't touch me! You had your minute. Actually, you had weeks! Get back to your booth, and forget I ever existed!"

She tried to turn, but Michael shot his hand out, clamping down just above her elbow. He stared at her with such intensity. It made Indya's body tremble with unwavering want. She didn't want her body to betray her. Not now..

"Indya, please... don't walk away from me!" He didn't even care if she pushed him again, let alone slapped him! The music's pulsing rhythm seemed to drive his desperation.

She yanked her arm once, a sharp, failed attempt to break his grip, before she let the frustration flood into her voice.

"Drinks on me!" she mocked. "Whatever happened to that? Oh, wait, you ghosted me, so how would I know? I guess fucking me wasn't as exciting as the sound board, huh? Maybe I should have thrown up on your shoes too. Maybe that would have gotten your attention." Michael's ear twitched from her words. Was she really comparing herself to Kiera? He sensed some jealousy, and it humored him. He clearly saw the resentment she held. His eyes grew tender, but Indya's were still filled with fury. His grip on her arm loosened, and he backed away, slightly.

"Why, Michael? Hmm? Why did you ghost me?" There was so much hurt in her voice.

Michael hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering past her face, past her shoulder. She caught him off guard with that question.

"It... it was for the best." His throat felt dry as he said the lie, the words tasting like ash.

Indya scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. She squinted her eyes. She couldn't believe he could be this cold. What happened to the sweet gentleman that was at the party with her friends, at her home when they made love? Who is this Michael?!

"It was for the best? The best for who? You? Because it sure as hell wasn't the best for me."

Michael instantly looked away for a moment. Her intense stare filled with hurt was intimidating him so much.

"It was best for the both of us..." He didn't just say the words; he had to physically force them past his lips.

"Why?!!" She demanded, angrily. Her eyes desperately staring at him, wanting answers.

" Because you're scared??? A coward." She felt her lips tremble as the truth kept spilling out. A truth Michael wasn't prepared to hear. He finally had the courage to look at her again followed by a small shuttering breath. Her eyes glistening with tears under the strobing lights. Michael stood there frozen. He couldn't believe that she called him a coward. The statement hit him like a ton of bricks, because she was so right. He was a coward. He'd never been a coward before. Not like this.

"You know why..." He responded brokenly.

Indya scoffed again.

"No, Michael, I don't. Please enlighten me. I thought we had a connection. You called me your friend. Tell me, do friends really go around just ghosting each other like nothing meant anything?! Again, you're a COWARD!"

Michael glanced around the crowd, making sure they weren't causing a scene. Nobody was paying attention though, their faces lit by a rapid-fire strobe light that made their expressions jump in and out of darkness. The music began to build again, the bassline thickening, a siren sound winding up. the pulsing beat acts as a soundtrack to their rising tempers.  Michael swallowed his pride, and took in her insults. After all, he deserved them. Never has he had anyone tell him his truths in such manner.

"Because we agreed to a fling, Indya. Nothing more, nothing less. We did it, it was done, and that's that. I have no ties with you. I don't owe you anything. I can leave as I please."

Michael wasn't trying to sound as cold as he did. He didn't want to give in to his emotions and carnal desires. Little did he know though, that he had already given in the moment he saw her. Indya slowly nodded her head with hurt. Her heart felt shattered that to him she was just a piece of meat that night. The bass hit a sustained, painful frequency, thrumming in her teeth. Indya's eyes stung with more tears but her voice was hard and loud.

"You know what, Michael? FUCK YOU! It's obvious I was just a piece of meat to you!"

Michael flinched at her sharp words as he watched her turn back around and disappear into the crush of bodies.

"What? No, that's not what I meant!!" He yelled in frustration but it was no use. She wasn't going to hear him through all the noise. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to follow. He wanted to go after her so bad, but he had to get back to the booth. Damn the turntables. Damn Robert. He needed to go after her. He moved his foot forward in attempt to chase her, But the song was coming to an end, stopping him right at his tracks.

Why did she have to come here and complicate things further? He wasn't going to be able to let her go so easily now. He had to make things right somehow. But how can he when he has a whole club to entertain? He told Indya to leave. Will she really leave? Part of him prayed that she wouldn't listen to his command.

"Fuckkkkkk!!!!!" he growled, the sound lost in the club's roar. He didn't want her thinking she was just a piece of meat; he wanted her to know she was everything he was running from.

He then forced himself back toward the booth, heart hammering with self-loathing. He was willing to risk it all for a woman he claimed to not want. He had never mixed work with pleasure before, but it was too late now.