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I know a lot of you probably hate me. But I’ve had a lot going on in my life that’s prevented me from writing. But after several emails and comments about whether or not I was finishing this story, I had to write the next chapter. But then it took me forever to figure out the direction I wanted to go with it. I know…that’s a lot of buts. However, here it is. I just hope it was worth the wait.
-your friendly onlinestalker
****
My hand trembled as I lifted it in front of me, pausing briefly before ringing the doorbell. When nothing happened, I stepped to the side and tried my hardest to look through the window. But of course the blinds were pulled together. Not wasting any more time, I raised my hand again, this time knocking as hard as I could.
The more I thought about what I was doing here the louder I knocked. Someone had to be here. I could see a car parked in the garage. And if no one answered I wasn’t sure if I’d get the nerve to try again.
In my panic, I decided to ring the doorbell again. And then again, until someone was sure to answer the door. I was just about to press down the doorbell again when the door flew open and in front of me stood a half naked Michael. And to make matters worse, he was dripping wet.
I watched as his features softened from the hard angry planes they had been just seconds after opening the door. Now instead, was a confused expression on his face.
“Isabelle.”
What I would have given to have heard him say my name. Instead I held up my hands and began signing. “Sorry to come by without calling, but…” I broke off, trying not to roll my eyes at the lame joke I had just made.
To my surprise, he smiled. “Um…can I come in?”
Nodding his head, he moved to the side allowing me to walk into the living room. The room was small but very comfortable at the same time. Not a lot of pictures littered the wall but it was obvious that he had decorated. Definitely not bad for a guy.
As I walked towards his couch, I stopped and turned to face him, but my eyes refused to meet his. It wasn’t until I mustered up the courage to glance his way that I noticed he had only a towel wrapped around his body. And the way the beads of water slowly ran down his chest were making it harder for me to breath.
Shit. Am I blushing? My hands touched my cheeks as I watched him walk towards me, stopping only a few inches from me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and for a second I could see myself reaching out to touch him.
A blur passed by my face causing me to blink. Looking up at him, I realized for the first time that I had been staring at his chest. A nervous smile was all I could manage as I turned my head.
Again his hand passed in front of my face.
“Izzie.”
This time I was forced to look at him, but when my eyes met his green orbs it felt as if my lungs had stopped working.
“What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” he signed.
“Um…Stephen. I hope you don’t mind,” I signed brokenly taking a few steps away from him.
He shook his head before I had finished, walking slowly towards me like a lion stalking its prey. I realized too late that he was backing me into a corner until my feet hit the back of his couch and I lost my balance, landing soundly on my butt.
The smile on his face showed that he thought my attempt at escape was funny. “So you said you could read lips,” he asked as he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of me.
I nodded mutely at him, nibbling lightly on my bottom lip. And before I could say anything I felt his lips against mine and all I could think was this must be Heaven.
A moan escaped, but from whom wasn’t clear. It was then that I realized this wasn’t what I had come here for. My hands pushed at his chest trying to stop his assault on my lips, but once they collided with the hard planes of his chest I was a goner.
Within seconds I was being pulled to my feet, turned, and walked backwards. A little laugh left me when we almost tripped over a couple of items that hadn’t known to get out of our way.
When we finally stopped moving, I opened my eyes only to notice that I was standing in what appeared to be a bedroom. His bedroom.
My eyes met his and I couldn’t help but gasp. The look in his eyes was that of pure lust and something else that made a shiver course down my spine. The dull ache between my legs was now a painful throbbing sensation as I watched him move mere inches away from my lips again.
The anticipation from that one pause in time was enough to drive me mad. And without realizing it, I closed the remaining distance between us, crashing my lips onto his.
Within seconds my sundress was being pulled over my head and tossed behind him. Callused hands moved to my breast, weighing each one as his thumbs slowly brushed against my nipples. Gently squeezing them in the palm of his hands. My eyes closed at the sensation, when it was replaced by the flick of his tongue to each rosebud.
A moan escaped fikirtepe escort my lips as I writhed against his mouth, wanting him to continue on his assault. When his hand slid down my stomach, my body automatically arched towards his touch. Almost begging him to continue. And continue he did.
A cry left my mouth when his fingers lightly flicked at my clit. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was that thought that made me realize that it actually was something I had never felt before.
And just like that, for the first time since I had met Michael Saunders, I remembered that I was still a virgin. And here I was about to do something I couldn’t take back, with someone I couldn’t even remember.
I quickly pulled away from him, looking at him through hooded eyes. The expression on his face was that of lust and confusion. My eyes shifted to the left as I tried to avoid his gaze, while I leaned down and quickly threw on the dress he had taken off of me in our lust fueled haze.
Quietly, I chastised myself for being so foolish. I didn’t even know him. The feel of his hands on my arms stopped me from moving further. As I turned towards him I watched his eyes darken, and his mouth open slightly.
****
“Izzie?”
I blinked my eyes a couple of times, before I looked back at his hands. They were still on either side of me, and I was still placed firmly on his couch. His eyes pleaded with me to say something. Anything. But I couldn’t do it. Had I just been day dreaming about him in the process of making love to me?
“What’d you say?” I signed, trying my hardest not to blush.
“I asked if you could read lips,” he repeated.
I moved my hands slower than normal as I told him, “Oh…yes. I’m still learning but I’m not so bad at it.”
“I can see that,” he laughed. “Izzie, there’s so much I want to tell you.”
“Why do you call me Izzie?” I finally blurted out. The vibrations of the words leaving my mouth felt strange. I wasn’t used to actually talking and when I did, it always left an odd tingle in my mouth.
“You still sound the same,” he smiled.
Ignoring his statement, I lifted my hands and repeated the question, adding in that only Aidan called my Izzie.
At the mention of Aidan’s name I saw his smile falter slightly before he plastered it back on his face. “Because it’s what I always called you.”
“Always?”
“When we were kids,” he nodded.
Then with his hands still in front of him, he signed, “You always called me Michael. Unless something was wrong. Then you called me Mikey.”
“I see,” I signed.
“You always said that. And then you’d say–“
“Why do people say that? Of course I see…but what,” I finished.
“Yeah,” he laughed.
It was then that music began playing in my head. The voice accompanying it was very mellow and sounded like velvet wrapping around my heartstrings. A boy, a little younger than the man standing in front of me sat on a stool singing softly. His hands strumming at the strings slowly as he looked up and caught the attention of his audience.
Me?
Was he singing to me?
I could feel my hand being tugged as I walked behind him. We stopped in front of the couch, when he pushed me down lightly. I plopped down on the sofa and frowned. I could hear the music in my head. I could even see his mouth moving, but I wanted to hear the words.
“You sing,” I said. It wasn’t a question, more than it was a statement.
“I do,” he signed back.
“And you sang to me?”
Raising an eyebrow he smiled and signed, “Are you asking or telling me?”
“Fuck. I don’t know.”
It was then that I looked up into those emerald gems he called eyes. Every time I looked into them I was a goner. But to make matters worse, he had to smile too. His dimples accentuating just how beautiful he was.
“You hate me,” I signed, trying to distract my thoughts back to the matter at home. I had remembered him and his hatred of me. No matter what his eyes said now, there was a time in our lives when he couldn’t stand to look at me.
It was then that he frowned. “Where did you get that idea?”
“You.”
“Sure, I was an ass when I first saw you. And the second time. But it wasn’t hate.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
A few seconds after the statement was made, he realized what she had meant. She had remembered their last conversation. The one where he had told her how he couldn’t possibly love her. It was the conversation where he had blamed her for the death of his father.
And also for the absence of his presence when both is parents had died. Even though he hadn’t really meant the words, obviously it was strong enough for her to remember them first over every other memory she could have had.
“I don’t—“
“You do,” I interrupted. “But I also remember how you were before you hated me. How you looked at me with warmth and caring,” I signed.
“I still care about you, Izzie. In fact, I lo–“
Holding gebze escort up my hand, I tried my hardest to smile. “Let’s not try to dig salt out of old wounds. It was a mistake for me to come here in the first place. Just forget I was here.”
“Izz–“
“I -I got to go,” I signed quickly turning and finally doing what I had fantasized about earlier. Leaving.
****
My feet felt like lead as I rushed towards the door. I had to get out of here. I had to get away from him. The sound of my breathing thundered in my head and for a second I felt I would pass out. What the hell had I been thinking? One moment we’re talking and the next I’m daydreaming about practically mauling him in his house. Letting him touch me in a way no one else ever had.
I don’t even know him. Sure, I remembered something about him. Something that made me want to go to him and make everything better. But most of all, I remembered that he hated me. Even if it was years ago, there was definitely a barrier between us that he wasn’t ready to let go of yet.
That’s not exactly a sign to throw myself at him. It was bad enough that he thought I was someone I obviously wasn’t. Not anymore. Now he was going to think I was a slut too.
The cold metal of the door knob shocked my hand as I reached for it. All I needed to do was twist my hand ever so gently and it would be open, and I would be free of this living nightmare. But before I could test my theory, I could feel callused hands sliding over mine. Effectively preventing me from my escape.
My eyes closed instantly at the feel of his hands on top of mine. His thumb slowly moving over my hand as he waited for me to turn around. But that was impossible for me to do, because fear was now creeping up my spine. Instead my eyes stayed glued to our hands. Locked tightly around the door knob. The felling I got as I watched the contrast in our skin tones and the gentle way he touched me made me want to run away even more.
It wasn’t until I was facing him that I realized he had been tugging on me to turn towards him. The look on his face broke my heart. It was as if his entire world had been engulfed in a ball of fire and he didn’t know how to put it out.
“I’m sorry.”
The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them. “Don’t be,” he signed.
“I can’t–“
“You can’t what? Tell me? You can Izzie. You can tell me anything.”
Those words sparked something within me. Had he spoken those words to me before?
“What did you just say,” I signed.
“Fuck. Sorry.” Lifting his hands up he signed the words, “You can’t what? Tell me? You can Izzie. You can tell me anything.”
The images of a younger version of him flashed in my head. And I couldn’t help but smile at the shirt he was wearing. It had a picture of a band on it and the words ‘Who Knew?’ below it.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Am I?” I asked as my hands went to my cheeks.
“Yes.”
Clearing my throat I tried to plaster a serious look on my face. “As I was saying before…I can’t do this,” I signed, motioning between the two of us. “I can’t be whoever you think I am. Whoever I was.”
I watched as his hands moved from my arms to gently touch my face. The frown that I had seen earlier quickly marring it. I had finally caused him enough pain to make him forget me. He just needed a moment to let it sink in. But just as fast as the frown had appeared it was gone and a smile was once again in its place.
Slowly his hands moved in front of my face and I watched as he signed, “I thought I already told you once Izzie.”
“What?”
“You’re my everything.” And with that being out in the open he grabbed my and pulled me against his naked body. The bulge below his waist, poking against my skin was enough to make my skin flush.
Twisting out of his hold, I backed away from him without saying a word. Then with a shake of my head I turned and flung the door open running from his house. Images of a half naked Michael still fresh in my head.
Maybe being his everything wouldn’t be such a bad thing, I thought as I pictured him pulling my body against the wet planes of his chest.
****
Before he could stop her from leaving, he heard the loud bang of his door slamming shut. He really needed to talk to her about how she was supposed to exit a room. He wasn’t sure his doors could take much more of her abuse.
It was then that Michael laughed to himself. She still ran when she got overwhelmed with her emotions. The last time she had run from him was when he had told her he was in love with her. So even if she hadn’t stayed long enough for him to express his feelings for her, she had just confirmed what he had hoped. The old feelings she had for him were still there. It was just a matter of breaking down this hard shell she had built around herself.
If he was honest with himself, he was probably to blame for most of it. Though she didn’t remember everything about him, subconsciously she had cataloged everything he had içerenköy escort said to her. Now that it was starting to come back to her, he was going to have to make sure that the good memories outshined the bad.
No matter how horrible the bad were, he still had to try.
A chill spread through the room, and it was then that Michael realized he was only wearing a towel. He let out a small chuckle as he walked back towards his bedroom. He’d just have to pay her a visit later on. No matter what her guard dog Thomas thought about it, he was going to have that talk with her.
Passing by the kitchen counter, he grabbed his phone and pressed the number three button. After a few rings, the person on the other end picked up, but they didn’t say anything.
“I need a favor.”
“I told you no more favors….not after last time. I almost got arrested, dude.”
A smile crossed his face as he remembered the incident in question. “It’s nothing like that. It has to do with Isabelle.”
There was a long pause before the person on the other end let out a ragged breath. “You sure about this?”
“What do you think?”
A light chuckle floated towards him, “Fine. What do you need? Just know if it has to do with computers or paperwork the deal is off.”
“Nothing like that. I just need you to grab a few things for me and meet me at my villa.”
The sound of paper crinkling could be heard before the man on the other end finally cleared his throat. “Go.”
Michael rattled off a list of items he would need for his attempt to woo Izzie. It was a sure fire way to make her remember something. Even if it was something small. Finally finished with his list, the man on the other end repeated the list and jotted down the location.
“You sure you can get all that?”
A scoff was his only response. And with that the line went silent. Taking the phone from his ear, he saw that his friend had hung up on him. The smile on his face made it evident that he was going to get what he needed and have it before sundown.
Michael was determined to make amends for everything. And if it was the last thing he did, he’d make sure she loved him again. Even if it took his last breath.
****
I was sure that I had slammed his door. I hadn’t meant to, but I was too flustered to think of closing it properly behind me. The best alternative was to just fling it shut to ensure that he wasn’t going to follow me. Of course, it was shortly after that I remembered he was half naked, and probably would have had to get dressed before trying to come after me.
No matter. It was too big a risk to take.
This distance to my car seemed astronomical. When had his driveway gotten so long? I spared one glace behind me to find that my earlier assumption had been correct. He wasn’t following me. Although if I was being honest with myself, part of me was kind of sad he wasn’t. And then there was the rational part of me, jumping for joy.
The truth was that I couldn’t handle another encounter with him this soon. Not after the close call I could have had. If there was one thing I was quickly learning, it was that I had to reinforce the wall I had built around my heart. I couldn’t afford to have it come crumbling down.
I reached my car, quickly unlocking the driver door and climbing inside. The slight vibration of my phone made me stop. Lifting my butt up, I reached beneath me to find that I was sitting on my cell phone. How did it get there?
New message.
I had a new text and I couldn’t fight the smile on my face when I saw who it was from. Pressing the ok button, I read the message and began to chuckle to myself. Aidan had just asked me if I was okay or if I had finally succumbed to the manly wiles of Michael.
Taking a second to think about what I would type, I decided to go with the simple, straight forward answer.
No.
Within seconds of pressing send, I received a frown and the question, “Why?”
Instantly my eyes closed and I thought back at how close Michael had been to me when we last spoke. How his skin radiated heat even as his body slowly dripped water down his toned body. Why was indeed a valid question, it was just one that I couldn’t answer in a text message. Or at all at the moment.
“I will be there in a bit,” I text back.
“K.”
And closing my phone, I looked up to see the shadow of a man looking out at me. I tried my best to not make eye contact but it was hard. It was as if he were trying to lure me back into his trap. I mean his house.
Not this time. After fumbling slightly with my keys, I inserted one into the ignition and started up my car. I needed to get to Aidan.
I needed to talk to him more than ever.
****
The drive to Aidan’s house seemed longer than normal. It probably had something to do with the man I had left only moments ago. It seemed almost impossible to get him out of my thoughts. Each time I told myself that I did the right thing by leaving, his face would flash in front of me. I turned my car left onto a long windy drive, stopping my car directly in front of Aidan’s garage. Once again, I shook my head.
My distraction definitely had something to do with the man I had just left moments ago. He was swarming throughout my head, refusing to leave.
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