♡What Were The Chances?|Part Five♡

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Your eyes fluttered open, and you took in a deep breath before assessing the situation. You were completely naked, and you were lying on another man's bare chest. The memories of the night before began to flood your mind. You cursed yourself inwardly before sitting up. Next to you, Michael had his eyes closed - so you assumed that he was still asleep.

Getting up from the bed, you let out a soft sigh as you brought yourself to your feet. Your lower abdomem hurt a little, and your legs were weak. Michael was just as skilled in bed, as he was on stage.

Quickly throwing on your clothes, you heard someone clear their throat. When you turned your head, Michael was sitting up - observing you.

When your eyes met his, he grinned softly.

"Oh God," you whispered, slapping your forehead with the palm of your hand. Michael got out of bed, and threw on a pair of trousers. He walked up to you until there wae barely any space left between you and him.

"Are you upset?" he raised an eyebrow.

"No," you sighed. "I just...feel...wrong," you looked into his eyes. "Like...I shouldn't have done this,"

"That's not what you were telling me last night," he wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh a little. "(Y/N)," he set his hands on your waist. "What we did last night...wasn't wrong. You just feel that way because you stepped a little outside of your comfort zone," he focused on you. "And I'm not going to lie, I like you," he breathed. "A lot. And I don't want you to go back to that monster of a man who betrayed you,"

You stood there, biting your lip. Michael did have a point. You had always been with John, and Michael was the first man that you had slept with, outside of your marriage.

"(Y/N)," he whispered, looking into your eyes intently. "All those sweet words that I whispered to you last night were true," he shook his head. "I would never lie to you,"

You sighed. "I need to find a place to stay first,"

"Stay here, with me," Michael suggested.

"I don't want to burden you and-"

"No arguments," he cut you off gently. A moment passed before you gave in.

"Fine," you smiled softly. "I just need to go back to the house to get my things,"

"I'll take you,"


Once Michael had driven you to your, now old, house - he suggested that he accompany you in. Of course, you agreed. That way, John wouldn't try anything funny.

You walked into the house, Michael close behind. As soon as you opened the door - you were met with the strong stench of alcohol. You grimaced when you saw John, seated in the living room - tons of empty beer bottles under his feet.

"John?" your eyes widened. He turned his head, and when he saw you - he straightened up.

"(Y/N)-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw Michael. "I see," he snarled slightly. "You've already moved on like the little slut that you are!" John cried. The sight was saddening, yet pathetic at the same time.

"Don't you dare call her that," Michael growled.

"And who's going to stop me?" John spat at him.

"John, get away from-" your words were cut off when Michael punched John, sending him to the floor with a bloody nose.

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