Page 6 of Michael

That night, Ben had gone to get them some punch when a slow dance had come on. Michael had bowed dramatically in front of her, almost hitting his head on the floor, and she had giggled. The night had been so much fun with them dancing and laughing on the dance floor; she ended up feeling glad that she’d gone with them instead of Pearson.

Michael had taken her in his arms, keeping a distance between them, one of her hands in his and the other resting on his shoulder, while his other hand was on her lower back. She was suddenly nervous, feeling the heat of his hand on her back and the tingle where their hands met. She pretended to look around at the other dancers so that she didn’t have to look into his eyes. Ambra felt him move his hand slightly lower, almost down to the curve of her ass, and she stiffened, her eyes shooting to his to see laughter in his gaze and a grin that showed all his perfect white teeth.

She narrowed her eyes but then burst out laughing when he made a goofy face.

“That’s better; you were tense and acting like you didn’t want to be dancing with me. My feelings were getting hurt.”

She rolled her eyes because she knew that both Ben and Michael were well aware of how good-looking they were, but tonight they had decided to be with her instead of having their own dates, and that made their friendship very special. She would have done the same for them.

She relaxed and Michael pulled her closer. They were now cheek to cheek. Even though Michael was tall, so was she—they were almost the same height. Ambra was now resting on his hard chest, her bound breasts resting against his. Ambra had begun to develop fast when she hit 13, and she was now 15, almost 16 in a couple of months’ time. She was very developed, and as a runner and athlete, she needed extra padding and taping to keep her breasts from bouncing too much when she was running or doing sports. It had become second nature for her to just do that and not have to worry about her breasts spilling out.

But having them bound did not stop her from feeling Michael’s hard chest against hers, and she suddenly felt very hot. She shivered as a tingling feeling swept through her. She felt him stiffen, and he pulled his head back, his silver gaze searching hers, his pupils covering most of his silver irises. Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes lowered to her lips before flicking back up to meet hers. Her gaze was trapped by his as he stared intently into her eyes.

Her lips parted to say something, what she didn’t know, but then they heard, “Here you go. Sorry it took so long; I got distracted.”

They both turned and eyed Ben holding out the drinks to them. Ambra glanced over Ben’s shoulder as she took hers and spotted Diamond and her boyfriend manning the punch table.

Her sister looked composed and beautiful as usual, of course. She was wearing a sparkling silver dress, making her dark skin stand out, and the dress showcased her petite curves to perfection. Her sister glanced up and looked in her direction, her eyes narrowing slightly on Michael still holding her in his arms. Ambra pulled away, her face feeling slightly flushed, as if her sister could see that she now had a crush on her best friend. Diamond’s eyebrows lifted, and she grinned before shaking her head and getting distracted by the next person coming to get a drink.

Ambra sighed because she knew that when they got home, her sister would grill her on her dance with Michael, and she would tell her how she felt because she was confused about how Michael was making her feel and needed her older sister’s advice. Ambra and Diamond were like night and day. Ambra was sporty, while Diamond liked to look pretty and dress up, but they were so close and had a great bond.

“It’s okay, the song is almost over. If you will excuse me, I see Brinkley looking all fine and in need of a dance partner.”

Ambra switched her gaze to see one of the cheerleaders smiling at Michael and giving him a sultry look. Brinkley was a mix of Chinese and Black. Her skin was light brown, and she had long wavy hair that fell to her waist. Ambra sighed. Brinkley was one of the nice ones on the cheerleading squad, Diamond being the captain and the head cheerleader.

She felt Michael brush past her with his target in mind, and she sighed and took the other drink that Ben was holding out to her now that Michael had left. They spent the rest of the night together with Michael coming and going to check up on them, and at one point, they were all dancing together, including Diamond and her boyfriend Bryson.

That night, Diamond did try to question her, but Ambra told her she was tired and that there was nothing to talk about. And she was right. The next week, Brinkley and Michael made it official and started dating. After that, dating became a revolving door for Michael. Even Ben dated women here and there throughout the years, but not like Michael. And Ambra was no saint herself. Although she had serious relationships, she also sometimes had one-night stands.

Chapter 3

She suddenly jumped and let out a curse when she was broken out of her reflections on the past by a tapping sound on the driver’s side window.

Ambra turned to see a grinning Michael staring back at her. She scowled and kissed her teeth in annoyance, but she was also elated inside because this was the Michael she recognized and knew. He seemed relaxed, with a mischievous look on his handsome face.

She opened the door without warning, hitting him on his leg, and she heard a satisfying grunt come out of him, followed by a scowl of his own. She was the one grinning now.

He gave her a hug as she got out of the car and then turned to go to the back of the vehicle to get her luggage, which wasn’t very much.

The prize she had won was an all-expenses paid weekend trip to his family’s chalet in the Swiss Alps, and she hadn’t packed for more than a day or two. How long she stayed would depend on Michael’s mood. Piss him off and he could seek revenge or not talk to you for weeks; she had learned that the hard way whenever she said something that he hadn’t liked, or his brothers had done something to tick him off. She preferred retaliation over silence. She had never liked it when Michael was mad at her and would not talk to her, and she still didn’t like it to this day.

He looked into the trunk and pulled out her small bag that only held some overnight items. He glanced up at her as he closed the trunk. “You packed very light.”

She shrugged. “Didn’t know what mood you would be in and if I would be welcomed.”

He frowned and then came up next to her, putting his arm around her waist, startling her a little, and pulled her tight. His silver gaze stared into hers, his eyes a bit cold, but she also saw desire.

Ambra drew in a startled breath. She had thought she had dreamed everything that had happened in the conference room at the Brooks’ new hotel opening in New York, especially after she didn’t hear anything from him for a week before coming up here. Both had been busy, but she had received a text from the pilot of the Brooks’ private plane that she was to show up at the family’s air strip on the Thursday night to be in the Swiss Alps by the Friday, where Michael would be waiting for her. She had tried calling him, but his phone kept going to voicemail, and when she had reached out to Ben to see if he could get a hold of Michael, he had told her that Michael wasn’t responding to him either.

And now she was standing next to him, confused, her emotions swirling because this was not how she had wanted to be with Michael; not out of retaliation. This would ruin their friendship forever if he went through with it.

“Michael, I—” She was silenced by his soft but firm lips covering her parted ones. She felt her bag bumping against her side and back as he used his hand holding it to grip the back of her skull, keeping her still to receive his heated kiss. She tried to resist, but the way he was coaxing and playing with her lips had her melting into him and opening herself up more to receive his intoxicating kisses. He played and nipped at her bottom lip before suckling it into his mouth, and she let out a moan, her hands now gripping his shirt and pulling him closer.

He suddenly pulled away, and a protest escaped her as her eyes opened to see him regarding her coldly before turning to face the front of the walkway, dragging her along. She tried to shake herself out of the sexual fog he had put her in.

“Let’s get inside. Chef is almost finished preparing our supper, and I am sure you would like to shower and change into more relaxing and appropriate clothing for tonight. It’s a good thing I took the liberty of picking out your night wear because judging from the weight of this bag, all you brought to sleep in is a long-sleeved t-shirt and baggy shorts.”

She paused, but he continued to pull her along. More appropriate. If he thinks he is going to snap his fingers and get what he wants, he is in for a rude awakening, she thought.

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