***LONDON’S POV***
I was cleaning my gown when the sound of a door opened and then, I heard the click of the door shut closed.
“We meet again,” I say leaning closer to the mirror, my eyes feasting on Michael’s body.
He is dressed in a plain suit, with a rose on his suit pocket, and devilish dark eyes.
Michael looks like he lacks sleep. I wonder when last he slept.
“Oh, you knew I would be here?” he asks massaging his wrist.
I turn around, facing him.
“Who do you think plotted this? The stain and then the bathroom?” I ask smiling at him.
At once, Michael rushes to me, pinning me between the sink and his hard chest. His pungent fragrance caused me to waffle my nostrils.
“Who else is here with you? Did I just walk into a fucking trap?” he asks his eyes on alert.
I chuckle. The sound is a bittersweet echo of the female restroom.
Slapping Mike across the chest, I say, “You aren’t supposed to be in the ladies restroom,”
“I know. Is this some kind of plan or what?” he demands not fully trusting me.
I shake my head in denial.
“Only I know you are in here unless your goons start running their mouths over matters that don’t concern them,” I mutter.
Michael shrugs, releases me, and takes a few calculated steps backward.
“If you planned to lure me here, what do you want?” he demands furrowing his brows.
“A deal,” I let out.
Michael looks at me like I just stabbed him in his fucking guts.
“Not possible. I wouldn’t negotiate with you,” he says.
“You don’t have a choice, or, I tell Zane that you are here. You wouldn’t want to get arrested now, would you?” I ditch out, smirking.
I know Mike is an intelligent man, he wouldn’t fall for any bullshit I say just because I have him cornered in the bathroom with me.
“How do I know you aren’t bluffing? If I make a deal with you, how am I certain you wouldn’t rat me out to your husband?” Mike questions pacing the floor.
There is no reason for this man to trust me. I mean, I wouldn’t trust myself half of the time, also, with Zane, I know he can torture the truth out of me if he as much as doubts something is wrong with me.
Or worse, if he thinks I might be hiding information from him.
“I wouldn’t do that,” I say.
It was my word to his trust. Suddenly, a plain smile creases through Michael’s lips and he relaxes visibly. I do the same.
“I’ve missed you, London. Honestly,” he says softly.
My eyes dampen with tears and I blink them away rapidly.
“I have missed you too, Mike. I don’t know why you turned up against me and you’ve tried to kill me several times. Zane as well,” I mutter, shaking my head in disappointment.
Mike shrugs. “I know how you feel, London, but please, you need to understand that I didn’t mean to hurt you in the process,”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, holding my breath.
Mike knew he had just fucked up, but he didn’t keep calm, he was ready to keep going.
“Zane’s family betrayed mine. They were cruel to my dad. They destroyed him. And do you know what the Vincenzos did to him at the end?” he demands striding towards me and staring deep into my eyes.
“What?” I question in a shaky voice.
Michael closes his eyes before he replies to me.
“They gutted him like a fish. They didn’t give a fuck if he had kids, or plans for them. Your husband’s family took away the life from my father’s life,” he finishes and I flinch, tears brimming out of my eyes.
“Is that what you plotted to make me leave Zane? You had a plan all along?” I throw out anger seeping through my voice.
“Originally, I had planned to make you hate Zane. The fucker doesn’t deserve you,” he mouths digging his fingers into his hair.
“Zane didn’t do anything. His father did,” I try reasoning with him.
He cackles, throwing his head backward.
“I don’t care who did it, London. The fact that your father is a product of that bastard, he has to go down for it,” he explains.
I start shaking my head, looking around, checking for something to say.
“You said Originally… What happened to the initial plan?” I ask searching at Mike’s face.
“I fell in love with you, London. Meeting you wasn’t part of the plan, and now, I want to keep you for myself,” he explains rubbing his nose down my neck.
“No!” I gasped out in shock, swiftly placing my hand across my mouth and shaking my head fervently.
That couldn’t happen, I can’t let this go on. Mike can’t have any such feelings for me.
“I thought you only wanted to be best friends with me,” I cry out trembling.
Mike curves his lips in a hideous smile.
“You are just the cherry on the top of the desert I need, London. I need you like I need my next breath,” Mike professes, rubbing his nose down my neck.
It causes tingles to start rising in a weird manner.
“You should stop, please,” I sniff out.
Mike declines with a head movement.
“You were ready to make me take you away from London after you discovered who he truly was. You were going to let me have a chance with you, and who knows what I would have done to this…” he stops trailing the tip of his finger in front of my gown, bringing it towards my pussy.
I flinch so badly and I try to avoid him but he doesn’t leave.
“… to this pussy of yours,” he blurts roughly.
Taking a step backward, I needed to breathe, this man was intoxicating, and I needed my space. Something he wasn’t quite giving me.
“The deal, that is what we should be talking about,” I say, trying to bring the conversation back in line.
Michael looks amused. “Not until I have had a taste of that pussy of yours,” he says, walking towards me in a predatory manner.
At that moment, I was his harmless little prey and I knew I had genuinely fucked up by letting Michael get here with me alone.