The House Always Wins - 28. Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

Heyho,

Well, Olivia is gone for a week. I had hoped to be there, to drop her off, but Michael's...umm...let's say ‘generosity', prevented me from doing so. I had just enough time to clean up a little, and say goodbye. I had hoped to talk to her in the car; she had clearly wanted to tell me something important this morning, and it was probably about Michael.

Speaking of whom... Diary, tell me. Are Michael and I headed for a quick, carnal fling, here? It sure appears that way. He's been... frisky, even when Olivia's not around. And I have to say; I wouldn't mind. I don't mind!

Let's not kid ourselves here: I want him. He's hot!

And so what if we mix business with pleasure a bit? It makes the time go by much faster, not to mention that it’s way more fun! By now he should know that I'm definitely not opposed to going there, not after that slutty stunt from this morning, lol!

I was actually glad that Tommy Jones, my first guy from high school, taught me so well. *blush*

It was damn hot, I can tell you that. I think I'll wear yellow only from now on. Michael said he thought I looked hot in it. Why not help things along a bit, huh?

He said that he was taking the week off, but that was only for Olivia's benefit. I find myself disappointed, though, because I'd like to spend time with him, alone, without having to fake the feelings he's causing inside of me.

Yes, diary, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with him. And I accept that; I just wish it were a two way street. It'll be impossible, though. What would a guy like him want with a loser like me, huh? Sure, money can clean a guy up, no problem, but it would take a lot more than that to get him interested in me, beyond the physical side of things, something which he clearly wants.

*sigh*

Oh well, I'll take the physical part, then. At least that's something to think back on, when I'm out there on my own. But that's weeks away, still. Until then, I plan on enjoying every last minute of it. What is it mom always says; better to have loved and lived than to never have lived at all? Something like that, anyway.

If I end up hurt, or my heart is broken, at least I'll have lived this much.

Enough with the sadness now! It's time to take another shower (I only had time to quickly rinse my face; poor Olivia. I almost didn't dare kiss her goodbye, offering her the...umm...unspoiled cheek), and see what the day brings. Michael's not gonna be up here again until lunch time.
Maybe I'm going to go look for some stuff online, try to get my focus back on my studies. It'll give me something to do until Olivia comes h...

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The door to the bedroom opened and I looked up startled.

"Michael, I..." I stuttered when he came in. "I thought you were going to work?"

"Apparently," he said, cocking his eyebrow amused.
His eyes traveled my naked body as I was lying on my stomach, on the bed, writing; I'd stripped down to take the shower but then wanted to write down my thoughts.

He left the door opened and came to the bed, sitting down.

"So this is how you spend the day when I'm not here; I didn't know what I was missing."
I blushed and drew the covers over me. Grabbing thm, he pulled them away again, exposing me.

"Oh come on, after what we did an hour ago in there, playing coy doesn't work with me anymore."

"I thought you'd be going straight to work! I was about to go take another shower, no thanks to you."
He snickered and shrugged off the black leather jacket he wore, dropping it on the back of the bed, and sat down, and then laid down beside me.

"I said I was taking the week off."

"Yeah, but that was when Olivia..."
He was actually taking the week off? I looked at him, frowning.

"What? It's been years since I had some time off; I deserve a break."

"Sure," I said, "I'm not saying you don't. I just thought..."

"That was your first mistake; you thought," he said, winking. "What are you writing in there?" He nodded at the diary.

"Nothing special. Plans for the future."

"Can I read it?"
Nooooooooooooononono.

"Nah, it's just gibberish."
I put the diary under the bed. He shrugged and sat up and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Ehm... what are you doing?"
He took off the shirt and started on his jeans, lying back on the bed and raising his hips, pushing them off.

"What does it look like?" he asked, winking and dropping the jeans, including underwear, on the floor beside the bed.

"Michael..."
He rolled onto his side and worked himself underneath my upraised form; then he reached for the leather jacket and produced a string of condoms from its pocket; there were at least ten!

"We are going to enjoy ourselves. A lot. I'll fuck you now, long and slow, until you beg me to stop and then I'll fuck you some more; I couldn't wait to get her on that plane and get back here and start using these."

At that, he lifted up his head and kissed me, effectively silencing my somewhat shocked gasp.