Page 11 of Losing Control
“Spit it out, Kim.” I can see that she is conflicted. “Just tell me,” I say as my heart starts to pump a million miles a minute.
“Well, Nancy on floor five used to go out with him, and she said that he was… That he became––”
“Oh for goodness sake, just say it,” I interrupt, losing some patience at her inability to form the words that she needs to.
“Possessive. He was a bit full on.”
“Right, by doing what exactly?”
“She didn’t go into detail, she just thought that I should try and warn you.”
I already know what Kim is referring to. Nancy and Michael dated for two months, but it fizzled out quickly. They were out one evening and Nancy had gone to the toilet. When a few minutes had passed, Michael wondered where she had got to. He headed for the toilets and found Nancy outside with her tongue down someone else’s throat.
“I’m really not that worried about what Nancy has to say.” I feel a little relief filter through me at Kim’s revelation. I already knew, and that shows that I can trust Michael. He’s been open and honest with me, giving me no reason to disbelieve him.
“Are you serious? Do you not want to know what happened?” Kim asks, gobsmacked by my reaction.
“I don’t need to know because Michael already told me what went on between them.”
“Oh.” Kim was not expecting that answer. “And what was his explanation?”
I give Kim a quick recount of what Michael told me, and I can see that she is shocked by Nancy’s behaviour.
“But she seems so… Vanilla,” Kim exclaims.
“Yeah, well, she’s clearly not as vanilla as we thought.”
“So, it’s just a case of a bitter ex then?”
“Exactly.”
Chapter Eight
Moving forward
I don’t mention Nancy to Michael when I get to his later on that evening. I don’t need to, and I certainly don’t want to ruin the mood by bringing her name up.
We’re currently laying together on the sofa, Michael with his arms wrapped around me as I snuggle into his chest. Michael let me choose a film to put on, so I decided on a film showcasing female empowerment. It’s one of my favourites and Michael has never seen it. The story is brilliant, showing how a woman can have her world rocked in the cruellest way, only for her to come through her heartache and fight to the bitter end.
We’re halfway through the film when I feel Michael’s lips brush against my ear. I feign ignorance as I continue to watch the film, but my body responds instantly. My nipples pucker and my skin tingles. His tongue traces along my jawline and his arms squeeze me closer to him.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to watch the film,” I say teasingly.
Michael chuckles and the sound makes my insides melt. The fact that I can make him laugh brings me so much pleasure.
He doesn’t respond with an answer, instead he plants his lips on mine. I let out a muffled squeal of delight as our tongues dance together, and I forget about the film as we make-out like a couple of horny teenagers.
I don’t know how much time passes before Michael breaks our kiss and places his forehead against mine. At some point we manoeuvred our bodies so that I am laying on my back with Michael laying on top of me. My eyes are closed as I enjoy the feel of him encasing me.
“Open your eyes,” he whispers, his voice carrying an urgency even though he speaks quietly. I do as he asks and am met with his penetrating gaze.
“Everything okay?” I ask, not being able to decipher the way in which he is looking at me.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. More than fine.” He takes a deep breath and his next words literally blow my mind. “I love you.”
What?
Did I hear him correctly?
