Chapter 37

There's nothing that I hate more than Michael being mad at me. It makes me feel horrible.

I sigh, texting Sammi and Jess. It's literally been weeks since I've talked to, or seen, Claire. Us girls have decided to swing by her place later today. It's worrying me.

I miss her inappropriate jokes and her unique personality. I want my friend back.

Michael is currently doing a sound check. It dawns on me that the tour is coming close.

Despite his lack of rehearsal, it definitely seems to me like he's ready. He's a natural.

Frank calls Michael to the meeting room down the hall from the stage.

He wipes a towel down his sweating face and tosses it around his neck. He looks exhausted, but energized by the intense dancing and singing he's done.

It doesn't take a genius to know that Michael belongs on the stage.

He takes a water bottle and chugs the whole thing. His Adam's apple bobs up and down, and I cross and uncross my legs, feeling something in my core.

I frown at myself. What's going on with me?

Yet again, my eyes wander down his lean, tall frame. A dancer's body is such a blessing.

I lick my lips and sigh, replying to Sammi's text before locking my phone again.

My mind wanders back to the night before and I start grinning like an idiot.

I lost any kind of innocence I had. I feel like a new woman.

I glance at Michael who's giving handshakes and friendly hugs to the band. He starts down the steps of the stage and walks up to me.

"I saw you." He says shortly.

"Saw me? What are you talking about?"

A smirk touches his face. "I'm pretty sure I can detect when my girlfriend is eye raping me."

My mouth falls open in a gasp. "Eye rap-I wasn't doing that!"

"Mhmm," He smacks his lips at glances at me. "Sure."

I bite down on my bottom lip, watching a drop of sweat travel down the side of his face. I resist the urge to fan myself.

"I'm sorry for earlier. I only want you and you know that."

"Of course I know that baby. But honestly, you can't blame me for getting jealous."

I pull him into me and kiss him deeply. He eagerly returns the kiss and squeezes my waist.

Disconnecting our lips, he stands up. "Let's get this lame meeting over with."

I stand up and he intertwines our fingers. "How do you know it's gonna be lame?"

Michael gives me a look. "If Frank is in the room, then it's going to be lame."

Hearing this makes me crack up. "You're so rude!"

He chuckles as we enter the meeting room.

"What took you so long?" Frank questions as Michael and I sit down next to each other.

"No time for questions. Let's discuss this please."

The short meeting commences with tour dates, cities, and ticket prices. The set list was made but not set in stone. Dancers were assigned their songs and queues.

My eyes land on a name on the list. Tatiana Thumbtzen. She was under 'The Way You Make Me Feel.'

"Baby, who's this?" I point to her name and ask Michael.

"She was the leading lady in the short film. She's coming on tour too."

Nodding slowly, the meeting concludes and soon we find ourselves in the limo. The partition was up.

"I'm going with Jess and Sam to check on Claire. I'm worried about her." I tell him.

"That's fine babe. Hopefully she's alright."

I kiss his lips passionately. "Are you gonna miss me?"

"More than you know," He growls playfully, and momentarily he's on top of me and my legs over his shoulders.

I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck. "When the hell did that happen?"

He smirks and shrugs a shoulder, slowly pulling down my top. "I've got skill babygirl. Get used to it."

I roll my eyes, it's kind of a reflex. "Arrogant asshole," I mutter.

He kisses me, holding my hands above my head, pinned to the leather seat, and sucking on my bottom lip.

"I like when you curse. It's cute and sexy at the same time."

I try to hide the smile coming on. "Let me up man."

"You don't want me to show you the sneak peek of what's going to happen tonight?"

I stare straight into his eyes, challenging him. "And how are you so sure that it's going to happen?"

"Hell, it could happen right now baby." I shiver as his eyes travel down my body.

Damn you Bella for wearing a skirt.

He kisses down my neck to my cleavage, slowly and torturously.

I bite down on my lip. "I get it Michael."

He grins and kisses me on the lips, finally letting me up. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"Hell yeah you are." I snip back.

Michael smiles and throws an arm around her, impressed and loving his girlfriend's new, confident personality.

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Thirty minutes later, Sammi, Jess and I are walking to the elevator of Claire's apartment complex.

"I wonder why she would cut all three of us off." I say. "I thought we were pretty good friends."

Jess scoffs, her eyes glued to her phone, probably texting her fuck buddy of the week. "Girl, we were great friends to her. She can be a bitch."

Sammi looks worried. She turns back to us. "Guys, Claire's room is already open."

I frown, jogging up to her. I walk in and call her name out. "Claire!!"

I turn the corner to the living room and gasp, holding my chest.

They're everywhere. On the walls, the ceiling, taped to the floor, the TV, the windows.

"Oh my god."

Photos of him cover every spot in the room.

Photos of him. My boyfriend.

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Chapter 37

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