Michael's point of view

I opened the door, and here stood Frank, a nervous smile on his face. 

"What is it?"I asked, trying to take a neutral tone. 

"Um, June isn't here with you?" He asked, scanning the room. 

"No, we had a fight. I guess she's at the hotel right now..." I answered, trying to sound sad. 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." Frank said, trying to hide his evil smile. 

"Come on Frank, I know you don't like her. Stop pretending to care about my relationship." I marked a short pause. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, um... I just, you know. Wanted to know if everything was ok. So, what the fight with June was about?" He asked, curious to know if June told me about what happened. 

"Apprentely, someone told her about Diana, and she said she was just like her, that I considered her as my "little bitch"... Are you the one who told her about this?" I asked, like I didn't know. 

"W-what?" he stuttered, becoming nervous. "No! I won't say such things, Mike. I'm your friend." he lied.

"You don't like her, you don't want me to be with her, are you sure about this?"

"Yes Michael, I'm not the one who told her. And I'm sorry to hear you guys had a fight. I wish you could forgive me for what I said about her." he lied again. 

"I forgive you. Like you said, you're my friend." I said. My turn to lie, now. "I think I'm not going to get back with her, anyway."

I noticed Frank was trying to hide his smile after I told him this. I tried hard to hold my anger in me.

"I'm sorry to hear that again, but it's better for you and your career, man. Trust me." He said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Guess you were right from the beginning..." I lied again. God, I hate lying but I have no choice. "Well, I'll take a shower and change my clothes. See you at the hotel?"

"Nop, I'm going to enjoy Paris until  it's time to go to the museum. Wanna come?"

"No, thanks. Gotta take a little nap before tonight."

He nodded and left the room. Once I heard his footsteps walking away, I opened the closet where June was hiding. She litteraly jumped in my arms. 

"You were perfect!" she said to me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and kissing my nose. I put my hands on her waist, and kissed her lips. 

"Thanks, baby." I answered with a grin. "I should take a shower and change these clothes, it's all sweaty!'

"Go ahead, then." she said, still her legs wrapped around my waist. 

"You need to go, you know?" I said, kissing her neck. 

"Yeah, I know... Please be fast, I miss you already" she said, touching the floor again. 

"I will" I said on her lips. I kissed her passionately, and watched her walk away from the dressing room. 

I love this woman so much. 

June's point of view

Michael arrived thirty minute after me at the hotel. He made it very quick, and this was perfect. I asked a waiter to set the table and to bring the "Menu du Jour" in our room to make a suprise to Michael. When he arrived, he was smiling widely. 

"You did that for me?" he asked, putting his hands on my waist. 

"Um, actually, no. I did that for Frank, you know, our best friend?" I mocked him. 

He shook his head, and pinched my arm playfully and laughed. "Come on, let's eat, I'm starving!"

*

 "I wish I could stay here forever." Michael told me, his head rested on my stomach. 

I smiled widely, playing with his curls. "Yeah, me too. What time is it?" I gently asked. 

"2:30pm." he said, letting out a loud sight. "I don't wanna move."

"Me neither, but we still have thrity minutes left together." I said, smiling. 

Michael turned to face me, and made his way on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he looked at me right in the eyes, and noticed these sparkles he has in it. Beautiful. 

"You know Frank ruined our first time, last night." he asked me in a whisper.

"Yeah, I know..." I answered back. I kissed his lips softly, my arms still wrapped around his neck. When we pulled away, Michael looked at me, biting his lower lip. God, I love when he does this. This man is drop dead gorgeous and sexy as hell. 

"Why are you looking at me like this?" I asked with a half-smile. 

"You're so sexy..." he said, barely audible. 

He put his lips on mine, and gave me a more passionate kiss than the one I gave him. As it began deeper, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt Michael's hands running on my thighs, but I also felt his length through his jeans, which was just between my legs. I smiled while kissing him.

"What is it?" He asked on my lips. 

I lowered my hands on his crotch and whispered "This", not breaking the kiss. He broke the kiss, and glared at me with a look full of lust. I smirked at him as I began to unbutton his shirt. 

Driiiiing

This.Have.To.Be.A.Freaking.Joke. My mother decided to call me now, really?

"Let it ring" said Michael in my ear.

"I can't, it's my mom..." I took a deep breath, and answered the phone. "Hey mom, what's up?" I tried to sound natural, ignoring Michael who was kissing my neck. 

"Hey honey, I just call you to check up on you! How's Paris?"

I giggled as Michael was kissing my ear "Um, yeah, Paris! Ah, Paris is amazing!" I told my mom, trying to focus on what she's saying. 

"Good, where's Michael? Are you two fine?" she asked joyfully. 

"Michael? Um, he's here, he um... he's eating!" I said, losing the ability to speak as I began to giggle incontrollabely because of Michael's kisses in the corner of my mouth. 

"Honey, what are you doing?" Asked my mother, becoming suspicious. 

"Um, what I am doing? Um, you know... Watching TV. Are you ok?" I put my free hand on Michael's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm good. I miss you, but it's ok." she said. "You seem out of breath, you sure you're ok?"

Oops... "Trust me mom, I'm more than ok, right now.." Michael bit my hand a little, which made my gasp and laugh lightly. He continued to kiss me all over my face after this. 

"Oh my God! I'm sorry! I'm going to leave you guys alone, bye now, love you!" She hung up as she visibly understood that Michael and I were in the middle of something. 

"You're so naughty, boy!" I said to Michael, throwing him on the side so I could be on top of him. 

"You're too sexy for this top" he said, removing it from me. 

As I leaned down to kiss him, I noticed it was already 2:59pm, and we must be gone at 3:00! 

"Shit, Michael! We have to go!" I said, jumpiing out from the bed-and from Michael. 

I put my top back, and took a quick look at me in the mirror. Hair: messy; make-up: good. I brushed my hair a little, and turned over to see Michael, buttoning his shirt, and putting his loafers back on. He had a frustrated look on his face.

"Hey baby, what is it?" I asked him.

"I think fate is against us, and doesn't want us to make love" he said, looking at the ground. 

"We will. Soon. I promise" I said, kissing his lips. I grabbed my leather jacket, and made my way to the door. "Don't forget to play your role. I'll see you later, handsome. I love you" I blew him a kiss, and he grabbed it. He mouthed me "I love you" before I walked out the door. I tried to put my smile away, and headed to the car who was waiting for me. When I came in, someone was already in it. 
What the hell? He shouldn't be here, he should be "enjoying Paris"!

Frank.