Tatiana's POV

So many thoughts were running a thousand miles per hour in my head. It's like someone knocked the wind out of me.

"Why does he have to be so beautiful?"

"Wait... What the hell is he doing here?"

I stand there in complete shock as I feel my heart sink more and more. Those brown eyes...the same ones I fell for.

"Dont fall for it Tatiana." I hear my mind whisper.

"Why does he want to talk to me?"

"Don't play stupid Tat, you know why."

"No, I really don't."

"Can you stop staring at him like a deer caught in headlights and say something?! He doesn't have all day!"

No T, YOU don't have all day.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodholyshitholyshitholyshit.

FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK.

If you don't calm the fuck down...

"Tatiana," He says my name so softly, making me snap back to reality. "Can we talk?" He asks for the second time.

He doesn't even say hi. Just straight to "Can we talk?"

Good Lord.

I don't even know what to say or do right now.

OMG should I slap him?

Yes that sounds good.

No, don't.

Not at the airport!

But he deserves it!

Maybe if he starts to piss me off.

I stare at him admiring his beauty.

He was wearing a red button up shirt and black slacks with his Ray Ban Wayferer sunglasses tucked into one pocket. His hair was down, resting on his shoulders. As usual, his signature curls were hanging in his face.

"White Chocolate Mocha for Tatiana." The server at Starbucks announces, putting her hot beverage on the table.

"I'm gonna get that." I stutter, ripping my eyes off Michael's, and he nods his head. "Yeah..." I turn on the five inch heel of my Louboutins and lifts my drink off the table, slowly swaying my hips as I walked. I knew where Michael's eyes were.

And I was definitely right.

I take the drink my hands shaking as I tremble because I was nervous. Who knew this is how I'd see him again? And I wasn't even prepared.

Michael's POV

"You look beautiful." I whisper staring at her swallowing hard breaking the silence. The compliment was genuine, but staring in Tatiana's eyes I know she she doesn't see anything but fake. She gives an awkward, closed-mouth smile before it quickly fades away.

The hurt is expressed on her face...I caused all that insecruity.

I swallow hard. I feel nervous as well. I had a mission to find her once I got back home but here we are... in L.A.....home. And I'm not letting her get away. Not this time.

"I don't think you answered my question." I ask and the impatient tone is evident with desperation, and her eyebrow shoots up. "Can we talk, Tatiana?"

"Now you wanna talk, huh?" She chuckles sarcastically, taking the first sip of her Starbucks walking past me.

"Look Tatiana, I know you're upset..." I pant, finally catching up to her because she's quickening her pace. "But we seriously need to talk this out. There's a lot to discuss."

She stops dead in her tracks right by a table with chairs beside it. She turns around to face me, trembling slightly, "I tried to talk to you before, Michael. Remember?" She asks sarcastically and stares at me her eyes full of anger and pain. "You know, when you blew me off?"

"Tatiana come on, please don't be like this."

"I have every right to." She spats swiftly.

"You know what, you're right." I swallow hard feeling my shoulders drop his shoulders. "You do have every right. But I am asking you to please just let me talk to you." I gesture my hand to a chair. She glares at me for a moment before sitting down putting her purse down on the floor next to her.

Tatiana's POV

It's silent while this is taking place. Michael's staring at me, but I'm staring at his shirt, refusing to look into his eyes. They were almost intimidating.

I get lost in the serious redness of his shirt, spacing out.

That's a nice, nice red.

Glorious.

"Tatiana." Michael calls out. "Look at me." He demands, softly, gently.

I keep my eyes on his shirt, scared to look in those beautiful brown eyes.

"I meant my eyes, not my shirt." He adds, smiling a little.

My eyes slowly tear off his shirt, up to his face, his eyes...

You hurt me." I say brokenly, my voice drained and shakey. Michael's eyes soften.

"I know..." He replies softly. "I... I don't even know where to begin..." He stutters.

"Me either." I agree. "Actually," I says suddenly, brightening up a little feeling my mood swing, "how about we start where you fired me for no reason?"

I smirk sarcastically, pissing Michael off a little as his eyes go slightly dark. "Just kick me out? Force me into a red-eye flight and just throw me in the trash like scraps, huh?" Michael opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "And you might as well have a good... quick... last minute kiss on stage and backstage before you dispose of me, right? Smart move, Michael."

Michael swallows hard, and I can see his Adam's apple go up and down as he did so.

He's nervous.

Good.

He couldn't take the hurt in my eyes. There was so much pain there, and he wants to take it all away. To heal me.

But he is trying to late.

"Tati..." His voice cracks and he clears his throat. "I'm so sorry..."

"You used me this whole time, right?" I ask sharpely.

His eyes shoot up at me in response to my question. "You planned my getting fired. Because before I know it, I'm already replaced by Rachel. And I bet you were on her before breakfast in the morning." I spat at the last sentence painfully thinking about them....together.

Something in his face shifts. His mood changes from guilty and sorrowful to confuse and I can see it.

"How do you...?" He fails to complete his question.

"So it's true." I scoff a tearful chuckle. "You did fuck her."

Michael's eyes widen suddenly.

He slept with her... Oh my God...

Even after he dumped me, I still felt some type of devotion to him. I didn't want to be with anyone else because all I thought of was... Michael. And it's heart-shattering to officially know that he didn't return the favor.

Of course he didn't, he dumped you.

I even felt like I was cheating after Paul.....not that it was my fault my memory was altered.

"How do you know about that?" He asks.

"Because you were a jackass after you fired, and dumped me." I say gripping the starbucks cup tighter. "I'm a girl, Michael. Girls assume things. But it turns out I was right."

Michael lets out a deep sigh. "Oh my God..." He whispers shaking his head. He looks at me, trying to convince me, "Tatiana, I swear... That was the biggest mistake of my life."

"I don't care." I reply quickly. "And you're not worth my time." I push myself out of my chair grabbing my Chanel bag in one hand and the starbucks in the other . I was on the verge of tears, and I won't let him see me cry. Not anymore. But the thought keeps haunting me.....

He was in bed with someone else...

Michael swiftly leans over and grabs my other arm, jerking her back. Right when he touched me, my heart went haywire. His touch felt like an electric shock swerving throughout my body.

Michael's POV

"I'm not done talking to you." I say feeling my heart racing. I can't lose her again. Not this time.

"Well I am." she says her golden brown eyes, full of fury as a blond curl falls down in her face. She jerks her arm away angrily. I suddenly feel myself bubble with anger.

"Why are you upset who I slept with when you were sleeping with Paul?" I say my voice growing deeper. "And engaged?"

"I wasn't enga--" she begins to say.

"And that baby probably wasn't mine was it?!" I get in her face as I see her eyes fill with tears.

And there I go...messing it up.

"H-how did you--"

"I found out when you were in the hospital." I say coldly. "You couldnt tell me you were pregnant?! Why?"

"I didn't know! How was I supposed to, Michael?!"

I chuckle and shakes my head crossing my arms as she looks at me tearfully.

"Fuck you." she says tearfully before beginning to walk away. I walk after her fast.

"W-wait Tati-- I didnt mean it. I don't know what came over me..."

She quickens her pace walking fast as tears pour down her face staying silent. I pull her back fast swallowing hard and she pushes me away.

"You wanna know why I fired you?" I ask swallowing hard my heart racing fast.

She stays silent, wiping her tears as she keeps walking fast as I follow next to her.

"I thought... Or I believed, that you were cheating on me." I say with deep, deep guilt evident in my voice as it cracks. "I thought you were sleeping with the backup dancers, mostly Paul, anyone. You were acting shady and I thought that was why. And then I let Rachel, because she was your friend, your manager--" I look down. "Get to me...but looking back at it, I was an idiot."

I watch as Tatiana's jaw clench.

"Yeah, you were an idiot, and you still are." She agrees, nodding her head. "You wanna know why?"

I look at her, waiting for her to continue.

"I was a virgin." She spats swiftly, as I feel her response hitting me hard.

"What?"

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