Maia
Michael and I have been spending a lot of time together. He has invited me out a couple of times to get coffee and doughnuts, which I recently learned are his favorite breakfast food. Every time he invites me out I can't help but fall a little bit more for him. He's been so sweet to me and only me, no one else is getting his attention.
Tonight we are going to a restaurant. I've tried to ask him which one but he says it's a surprise and to be ready at 8pm. I walk down the hall waving a few hellos as a few classmates I know and quickly continue to pat dry my hair with the towel just as I get into my room.
Drying my hair with the blow dryer, I stretch to reach for some mascara. Hoping to do two things at a time since I only have fifteen minutes to get ready and I already earned myself a spanking the other day for making him way five mins.
Leaving my hair between humid and dry, I rush to find something to wear. Since Michael did tell me the dress myself, I figure I'll just wear a black casual dress, a jean jacket, and some black and white Vans.
Applying some lipgloss and running to get my purse, I hurry out the door, ignoring Michael's second phone call.
"Must you girls always take forever to get ready." Is the first thing he says as I hop in the car and close the door. I can't help but notice that the question isn't really a question but more of a statement, which has me feeling jealous the insist I remember he had a girlfriend before me.
How stupid is it for me to get a little hurt at the memory of Michael having had a relationship before me. I mean we aren't officially together... but, I'd like to me.
"You look beautiful." His sweet words snapped me back from my petty thoughts and feelings.
I send him a smile, "where are we going?" I asked, while searching for my phone.
"Somewhere I haven't taken you yet." He grind, sending butterflies to my stomach.
I can't help but admire him. Sitting comfortably with my hand on the steering wheel and the other on my legs. Wearing a medium Cuban chain that sit right on top of his collar bone. The black shirt his wearing exposes a little bit of his chest just enough to make me want to get him naked and suck him. No matter what Michael wears, he always looks good. Before I tell him to pull over so I can have him inside of me, my dirty thoughts are cut off by the ping of my phone, alerting me of s new text message.
I unlock my phone and open my messages app.
Two messages. One from Alyssa and another from an unknown number.
My stomach went into a knot.. could it be my stepdad? Maybe he got a new number.
I open the message hesitantly and let out a sign of relief when I see it's not him.
Unknown Number: Hey, it's Martin from psych class. I asked Alyssa for your number. I was wondering if you want to meet up for lunch tomorrow?
Trying to make memory, I recall who he is. Martin sits at the opposite side of me. I didn't know he even notices me from all the way over there.
Me: Oh hey, yeah I'm free tomorrow. Do you need notes or something?
Almost immediately I get a text back but before I could open and read it Michael huffs and puffs.
Raising an eye, I stare at him for a moment, "what?" I ask.
"Nothing, we are here."
The second he packed the car, he get out and hurried to my door.
"Thank you, but you know I can open my own door right?" I squealed as he slaps my ass.
"When I'm around, you don't need to do anything by yourself." he murmurs in my ear.
Pressing my lips to his, we make our way into the restaurant.
I was so focused on him and his cute words and actions, I didn't even noticed how fancy this place look. I'm talking the kind of place that has a bucket of ice with an expensive bottle of champagne in the center and everyone is dressed in suites and elegant dresses. God, I was so lost in him earlier I didn't put two and two together. The man looks like he belongs with the rich people.
How he manages to look like a fancy bad boy is beyond me. He's hot.
In fact so hot that just staring at him again remind me of the dirty thought I was having earlier in the car. I cross my legs together to help the throb between my legs.
As if he can smell the arousal, Michael whispers into my ear, "I'll fix it when we get home." His breath on my skin makes me want to pull him out of line and into the nearest bathroom and have his mouth all over me.
"Sorry for the wait, let me walk you to your table."
"I made a reservation so my girl and I didn't have to wait." Michael snaps at the poor girl.
"I know sir, it's just that we have been pretty busy and I don't notice you had already arrive." She faces the floor before looking back at us.
Before Michael could say another word, I whisper to him, "it's okay, we didn't wait that long. Plus, I got time to check you out." The last part makes him smirk and his demeanor changes to a softer one.
I apologize to the host as she walks us to our table and we take a seat. Taking in my surroundings.
The dim lighting inside makes the vibes relaxing. We are seated near a huge window that faces a lake. I know he did this for me. I'll make sure I pay him for it later.
"Wow, Im really not dressed for this." I say more to myself then to him. "How do you know a place like this?" I ask ver currently.
Letting out a quick chuckle, "What? Can a guy like me not know of the lavish lifestyle?" The sarcasm in his voice had me breaking into a smile.
"Oh, and you look like yourself, that's enough for me." He winks and sips on some water.
I can't help but feel shy at his words, so I cover my face with my hands to not show him how red I am.
Deciding what we are going to eat, we ordered when the waitress came. The waiting time for the food was pleasant as Michael and I got to talk about everything. I love when he talks about his love for art and music. He talks a lot about cars and racing and how he has made a few thousand dollars on street races. He's bad, that's no secret but I can't help but feel like the drugs, the fights, and the illegal races aren't all that makes him bad. I feel like there's something darker that his hiding and I want to know what it is. I want to know all of him.
I snap out of my head as soon as the overly flirty blonde waitress comes with our food. I give her a glare that she ignores. Letting out an annoyed breath, I thank her curtly.
"Will that be all sir? Do you need anything else?" All attention and concern are solely on him, as if I'm not sitting a foot away.
Taking notice of the unprofessionalism Michael shakes his head, "We are okay for now. But the next time you come back I expect your attention on my date. She's the one who you need to impress." The waitress smile fell for only a second before nodding and addressing me. I shake my head and wave her away.
But I can't even focus on the eye roll I received from the rude waitress—No, my focus is on him. On how he said I was his date! I think I might die right now. I giggle like a seven year old who just got the toy she asked for Christmas. My reaction brings a big smile to Michael's face and I can't help but feel warm and happy and butterflies and swoon over this man who literally has my heart.
"So finally you admire that these are dates! Took you long enough." I voice while sipping on water.
"Mhm, you're my date. My girl." He smirks and takes a bite of steak.
Memories from the other night came crashing in, I had told him I loved him. Michael just stared at me in horror as if I told him I crashed his car or something. After a whole two minutes of him not saying anything I got annoyed and hurt so I left his room and went to mine. The next day he knocked on my door with flowers and apologized for his reaction. While I had appreciated the gesture, I only let it go because he was extra sweet and nice and was fucking me in every position. But, truth is he still didn't say it back and I'm starting to feel that maybe he just doesn't love me..
Noticing the frown on my face, Michael reaches over the table for my hand, "what's on your mind?" His eyes are soft and his face displays tenderness that I know will be gone if I tell him why I'm no longer smiling, so I just shake my head and smile instead.
I changed the subject to other things like class and a party I'll be attending Sunday with my friends.
"Do you know who's the person throwing the party on Sunday?" My eyes look past him at the too friendly waitress who's making her way over to us again.
"Yeah, some junior guy. Don't think you know him, why?" He thanks the waitress as she refills his glass before doing the same to mine.
"Thanks." I curly tell the blonde who nearly dropped all the water on me.
As soon as she's out of site, I look at Michael who's sporting a grind, "you think this is funny? That bitch clearly hates me because she wants you." I said between gritted teeth.
"Well that sucks for her, because I only have eyes for you." He gives me a small smile before putting food in his mouth again.
I roll my eyes before continuing our previous conversation, "anyways, I was curious because normally Alyssa knows who throws the parties but this time even she was invited by someone else. She's going crazy that the host didn't invite her personally."
"Hmm." He hums.
We eat in silence for a while. It wasn't awkward silence, more comfortable really. But, I had time for my brain to over think about if he brings all his girls here or if he found the waitress attractive, I mean the bitch nearly dropped the water on me and he didn't even blink.
Desperate to occupy my mind with other things, I pull out my phone from my purse and check my messages. I have two from Martin.
Martin: Yeah, I could actually use your notes if you don't mind. Want to meet in campus or can I take you somewhere else?
Martin: I can't tell if your lack of reply is because I scared you off why offering to take you somewhere else but Campus would work fine for me. Anything you want.
I let out a giggle at how much the kid worries.
Me: Lol, sorry I'm out with a friend so I wasn't on my phone. Let's do campus since it's just easier and I have to meet up with my friend tomorrow also so it'll work out better for me.
My phone digs twice before I can put it back in my purse.
Martin: Glad you're not ignoring me lol.
Martin: That works great. Let's meet for lunch?
Me: Sounds good! See you tomorrow.
I smile to myself and put my phone back inside my purse. When my eyes travel to Michael's, he's no longer eating, instead he's leaning back on the chair, arms crossed and jaw ticking.
"Um, what's wrong?" I ask sheepishly.
The hard look in his eyes makes my hands sweaty.
"Nothing. You want desert?" His voice sharp but his features are now more relaxed.
Before I can answer him that I do indeed want desert, I'm being slapped on the face hard by a blonde. Standing up from my chair quickly to ask the stupid waitress what her problem is, I'm met with a second slap and when soon after the hand goes up again for a third I'm relieved when Michael catches it mid air. Moving the hair from my face I turn to face the person who I will make sure gets fired, but I'm not met with the waitress..
"Linda?"
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