I dry off my hair and pick up my things. I check the time. It's 8:30... I shouldn't stay out much longer. I leave the changing room and walk over to Michael stood by the exit. He looks me up and down and smiles. I smirk and we walk out to the car park.
"I've got no underwear on." I say feeling on my yoga pants.
"Oh?" He chuckles looking down at me.
He then rubs his hand over my bum and bites his lip.
"You got them soaked."
He grins.
"Yeah, you were pretty wet."
"From taking them off in the shower." I give him a look.
"Oh yeah." He laughs. "But you were still drippin."
I smile and look down.
"You don't think anyone heard us? Or saw us do you?" I ask looking back up at him.
"If they did they had a treat."
I let out a soft laugh and roll my eyes.
"You worried?" Michael asks me.
"Not really." I shrug.
"If we get banned, it was worth it." Michael smiles.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"I am."
We smile at each other. I go to unlock my car but he stops me.
"Come with me in my car, and then I'll drop you back off here to get your car."
I give him a look and smirk.
"Ok... you don't wanna come with me in my car?"
"My car is more fun." He smiles widely.
"So you just want to show off?"
"You know me baby." He grins and walks over to his car.
My stomach is full of butterflies after hearing him call me that. I smile and follow him over. We get in and he accelerates fast out of the car park.
"What do you think?" He asks.
"Of your car?"
"No, of my dick. Yeah my car." He chuckles.
"Oh yeah, it's ok... And your car is ok too." I smirk.
"Ok?!" He says pretending to sound offended. "Now you're definitely lying."
I giggle and shake my head. I watch him as he drives. He looks so sexy driving... well actually he looks sexy doing anything. Fuck, I'm getting turned on again.
"I'm feeling KFC, how about you?" He asks, snapping me out of my sexual thoughts. I'm feeling you.
"KFC? Didn't we just work out?"
"Yeah but it's chicken. Protein." He smirks.
"Right." I shake my head and laugh.
"I'm starving. You've worked me up an appetite girl."
"Ok that's fair enough. KFC it is."
"Good." He grins.
We pull in to KFC, and he parks up. We get out and make our way inside.
"What do you want?" He asks looking down at me as we wait to be served.
"Thanks, but i can get my own."
"No." He shakes his head. "I asked you for food so I'm paying."
I smile slowly.
"Ok, thanks."
"You can't say I don't treat you." He gives me a look and chuckles.
I laugh.
"But I love fast food places."
He smiles.
"I'll take you some where nice one day."
"You don't need to." I shake my head and pull a face.
"I want to." He says putting his arm around me, pulling me closer.
I smile and feel myself getting hot again. He's very sweet. Michael orders us some food. We take it all and find a table to sit at. I start eating some chicken and watch Michael. He's eating a bit quickly. I laugh and sip my coke.
"What?" He asks.
"You really are hungry."
"Fucking starving."
Aw he looks so cute. We finish our food and Michael sits back, sipping his drink, looking at me.
"Thanks." I sip my drink.
"You're welcome." He nods.
"Have you fucked her?"
He almost chokes on his drink.
"What?" He asks laughing.
I smile and look down, playing with a chicken bone.
"Bethany."
"You're still thinking about that?"
I shrug.
"It's just a question."
He raises an eyebrow.
"Admit you're jealous, and I might tell you."
"So you have?"
"Admit it first." He smiles, playing with his straw from his drink.
I roll my eyes.
"I'm not jealous..."
"I guess your never know then." He shrugs.
"Ok." I sigh. "Maybe I felt...a bit pissed off."
"Pissed off?" He laughs. "You mean jealous."
"Yes... a little."
He gives me a look and doesn't say anything for a few seconds.
"Michael it's fine if you have. I just wondered because you two are always flirting and stuff." I shrug, avoiding his eye contact.
"We aren't always flirting." He chuckles.
"You are."
"No." He shakes his head smiling.
"Ok then. I must be hearing and seeing things."
"I haven't had sex with her."
I look up at him.
"Oh..."
"Don't pretend to sound like you're not bothered." He laughs.
"I'm not!"
"Ok, well then yeah. I've fucked her."
I stare at him and suddenly feel a bit hurt. I don't say anything and sip my drink.
"I'm joking." He let's out a soft laugh and holds my hand from across the table. "I just wanted to make sure you wasn't bothered."
I smile slowly and shake my head.
"You ass."
He laughs, letting go of my hand and sits back.
"She's not my type."
"Really?" I raise an eyebrow.
He nods.
"She comes across a bit desperate, which is flattering, but a turn off at the same time."
Thank God. I really thought he liked her. I feel relieved by this, which I shouldn't...
"I like a girl thats hard to get. A challenge." He bites his lip.
"And ones who are married?" I smirk.
"Yeah, and ones with the name Layla."
I giggle and look down. We sit in silence for a few seconds.
"I keep thinking back to the other night." Michael says looking at me. "When I opened up to you about everything it made me feel a bit better, and it's made me think... I'm going to try and get help."
I raise my eyebrows.
"That's really good Michael."
"I need to do something and change my life around. I want to be a dad, and I want to be a better person."
I hold his hand and smile slowly.
"I'll support you."
"Thanks." He smiles. "You've helped a lot already."
"I'm glad I have."
My phone pings. I let go of Michaels hand and take my phone out. It's Marcus... shit, I should start heading home now.
"That Marcus?" Michael asks.
"Uh yeah."
"I can tell."
"How?" I look at him.
"Your face completely changed."
I clear my throat.
"He asked if im still at the gym. I should start heading back home."
Michael stares at me.
"What?" I give him a look.
"When are you gonna get help?"
I sigh.
"Marcus has actually been trying this time. I really think he's changed."
He scoffs.
"He's a woman beater."
"You don't believe people can change?"
"Not people like him, no." Michael shakes his head.
"But you want to change the person you are. People can change."
"Don't compare me to him." Michael scoffs, lowering his eyebrows.
"I wasn't." I lower my eyebrows.
"You shouldn't be with him. Just because he hasn't hit you in a while doesn't mean shit. Abuse isn't always physical."
"We should go." I sigh.
"Do you love him? Like, are you fully in love with him?"
"He's my husband..."
Michael rolls his eyes.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes. I love him."
"So what are you doing with me then?"
I pause and give him a look. I stand up.
"Can you take me back to my car?"
"Answer my question."
I shake my head and walk out. He follows me.
"You're not in love with him, and he doesn't love you." Michael says walking after me.
"How can you say that?"
"Because it's true! He hurts you, and you're scared of him. You started seeing me because you like me, and you like being with someone who is nice to you. You like being away from him."
"Me and you... it's just some fun Michael. I'm married. I have my whole life to think about..."
Michael scoffs.
"So you and Marcus are serious and very much in love, and me and you just fuck occasionally."
"Yeah."
"No." Michael shakes his head and holds my hand, making me face him.
"Your feelings for me are a lot stronger than you're letting on. I listen to you and understand you. Marcus doesn't. If you love him like you say you do, you wouldn't sneak around behind his back. You know you want to leave him, you're just scared. If I can admit i need help, then surely you can too?"
I stare at him.
"Please, can you just take me back to my car."
Michael sighs and gets in his car. We drive back to the gym in silence. He parks and looks at me.
"Forget about me for a second. I'm not asking you to leave him for me. I'm telling you it's not right you being with him. He's dangerous and I worry about you going back to him. He could turn at any moment and hurt you. You know that, but you pretend it's all ok."
I look down.
"And if It gets too much I'm not scared to call the police on him."
"No Michael, you can't."
"Why not?"
"I don't want police involved."
He gives me a look.
"Well I've told you how I feel. It's your life. I can't tell you what to do or change your mind. All I can do is give you my advice."
I show half a smile and run my hand through his hair.
"I know." I nod. "And I know you're worried but I'm telling you it's ok."
He gives me a look.
"Can you just think about what I've said?"
I nod slowly.
"Ok." He sighs.
I put my hand on his cheek and move his head to the side so I can kiss his lips. I peck his lips softly and pull back looking in to his eyes. He looks down at my lips and kisses me slowly. He rubs his big hand up my leg, and up my waist. He pulls back, kissing down my neck. I close my eyes, leaning my head against his.
"I'll see you tomorrow." I say quietly, pulling away.
He looks at me and nods. I show half a smile and get out of his car.
"Bye." He says softly, watching me close the car door.
I smile and turn around walking to my car. I hear him drive off and i look around, watching his car go.