(The picture attached is supposed to be Tatiana Thumbtzen. It actually isn't her, but since they bare resemblance I decided to use it.)

Paul's POV

I sit up in the bed, looking around the room.

"There has to be a way out of this bitch.." I mumble to myself. I slowly bring myself to the edge of the bed before getting up. My head immediately swoons as I put a hand to my forehead and groans as I try to walk, my balance off.

I slowly walk to the door, and turns the knob. My eyebrows furrow as I jiggle at the knob again.

Locked.

I close my eyes pressing my forehead against the door, as I feel my fists clench in anger. I slowly open my eyes my jaw clenched. 

"You don't have a choice."   Jack's voice echoes in my head.

I punch the door hard as I breathe heavily.  I slowly turn around looking around the room. My eyes travel to the windows. I rub a hand over my face walking over to them.

I look out and looks down, as I chuckle angrily to myself shaking my head. Jack surely thought this through because below are 4 armed men, dressed in suits.

"Hey..." a voice says behind me. I jump a little turning around seeing Latoya. She's in a black long sleeved bodysuit paired with high waist fitted  jeans that flared slightly at the bottom. Her jet black hair was in loose waves, partially pulled back.  I stare at her for a moment zoning out.

"Paul?" she says as I blink fast and shakes my head slightly.

"Yeah..." I close my eyes for a second, feeling flustered before chuckling. "Sorry...I'm still kind of out of it."

"Well it's good to see you up..." she says in her soft voice, nodding.

I shrug running a hand through my hair. As an awkward silence fills the room.

"Well uhm, Jack just left, and told me to watch you..." she says. "I came to check on you, and see if you needed anything.

"I want to take a shower-- but I don't have any extra cloth--"

"I can find something for you." she says walking over to the bathroom door, going in. She comes out with a towel and some body wash handing them to me.

"Here you go..." she says as I take them from her.

"Thanks...." I say staring at her for a moment.

She blushes and looks down. "I'm uhm..." she fidgits with her hands shyly. "I'm gonna get you some clothes..." she chuckles softly running a hand through her hair before walking out.

I look down and grins to myself shaking my head, as I go in the bathroom.

Tatiana's POV

I drive the car, as Michael sits in the passenger seat.

I glance out the corner of my eye seeing him stare out the window. For some reason his mood changed. He was laughing and playing around one moment, and dead silent the next.

"Michael?" I say.

"Hmm?" He looks over at me raising an eyebrow.

"Please tell me..." I sigh as I turn a corner to enter the highway.

"Tell you what?" he looks away at the window.

"What's wrong with you? You were happy earlier, and now you aren't saying anything."

"I'm fine." he says simply with a small chuckle.

"No you're not." I roll my eyes.

"And why do you say that?"

"Because you just did that thing." I say waving one hand around.

I see him look over at me, raising an eyebrow.

"What thing?"

"You know that fake laugh." I mutter.

"I don't have a fake laugh..." he rubs his bottom lip looking away.

"You do....you do this-- heh heh, thing." I say imitating him, as he cracks a small smile.

"I don't do that..I don't sound like that." he giggles lightly.

"Yes you do." I smile, hearing his laugh.

He shakes his head, as his smile fades away. He looks back out the window as I sigh.

"If it's about seeing my parents--"

"Tatiana...nothing is wrong, okay? Stop worrying." he says softly.

I sigh dropping the subject, for now. One moment he's teasing me with my underwear, and the next...

"What if he's upset about not having sex?" I think to myself. I furrow my eyebrows shifting slightly.

"What if I'm making him mad or I'm taking too long?"

I swallow hard.

What if he gets with someone else, like he did with Rachel?

 After about an hour and a half of riding in silence, we finally arrive to Calabasas. I pull up in the driveway and sighs, pulling the car to a stop.

"Tatiana..." Michael whispers softly. I look over at him, as he leans in kissing me near the lips softly. He silently pulls away getting out the car.

I blush lightly looking down as I step out the car slamming the door. At that same moment I see my Dad, fling open the door as Michael walks up the steps.

"Michael," Daniel calls. "Good to see you again."

"You too." Michael replies awkwardly, shaking his hand.

I walk up standing between them, watching both their actions attentively.

This is so awkward.

I could tell Dad isn't fully fond of Michael. His body language made it too obvious.

I clear my throat, as I awkwardly adjust the quilted Chanel bag on my shoulder. Finally creating a new idea to lure them into the living room.

"This is going to be a long night," I think to myself.

Michael's POV

I watch as Winnie shows off her arm cast to Tati. While they engage in small talk, I let mind lure off as I just stand there. I look out the corner of my eye, seeing Daniel staring at me.

"Where's Eva? " I wonder.

It felt as if Eva was the only person, I could talk to at the moment.

It's Tati's last night in town, so she'd want to spend as much time hanging out with her little sister. Daniel was clearly not very fond of me, yet. Eva still liked me....where is she? I was hoping she would appear some time so he could have someone to talk to and not feel so awkward.

But then I remember Daniel wanted to speak to me... alone.

I am praying to God we would have a decent conversation. I would hate to leave town on a sour note with Tati's parents.

I was so nervous about that, thinking positive was extremely difficult. Between worrying about Tatiana not finding about my suicide attempt, Rachel on the loose, and--

"Hey Michael." Winnie greets with a soft smile, her snapping me out his own trail of thoughts.

"Hi, Winnie." I smile back. "How are you?"

"Good, thanks." She nodded. "You?"

"I've been well...how's your--" I stop speaking hearing footsteps coming from the hallway.

We all turn around and there's Eva with her warm smile and positive energy, soft and natural makeup and neatly styled curly hair.

"Look who made it." She smiles looking at me. I chuckle lightly, as she embraces me in a hug.

"Dinner's ready. Who's hungry?" she says. 

Tatiana's POV

After dinner, I go in the kitchen to do dishes, as a favor to mom. I begin to collect the dirty dishes as I stack them. I sing softly to myself, and feels someone watching me. I look over my shoulder seeing Michael staring at me.

"Hey..." he smiles softly.

"I didn't see you there." she chuckles softly.  He walks over standing next to me watching me do dishes.

I swallow hard looking down for a moment.

"Sooo, I've been meaning to ask you..." I say finally speaking up, turning the faucet of the kitchen sink on.

I drizzle down a sponge in dishwasher soap before grabbing a dirty dish and scrubbing it.

"Yeah?"

I stay silent for a moment, and looks down shaking my head.

"What? You can ask me anything..." he whispers rubbing my arms gently.

"Were you mad because I didn't..." I pause as my voice turns into a soft whisper. "Because I'm not ready to you know.."

"To what?" Michael asks, slightly puzzled.

"You know..." awkwardly shrugging, trying to find another way to say it.

Michael continued to remain puzzled, but eventually he caught on.

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "Wait, what?"

He was acting extremely slow right now.

"Were you upset because I wasn't ready to have sex?" I ask slowly, anxious as ever for the answer to that question.

I continue washing the dishes the sink started to fill up with foam from the dishwasher soap. I always used too much.

"Oh, uhm," Michael stutters slowly, running his tongue along his bottom lip without thinking. But he had a look on his face, and it wasn't the look I was hoping for. "About that..." He mutters.

"W-what?"

Awkward silence.

He just stares at me in shame.

Impatiently, "Michael..." I call, feeling his eyes burn holes through my body.

I set a newly cleaned plate down, her hands still drenched in foam, now staring at him.

And he parts his soft pink lips to speak...

Oh no.

"I, um..." He stutters slightly, scratching an imaginary itch at the back of his neck. "Well there is this girl at Playboy....."

My eyes widen as I feel my heart racing.

That straight face Michael possessed slowly turned into something else.

His lips curled up into a smile, showing off his pearly whites and he begins to crack up.

Wait a second... I arche an eyebrow.

"Wow, you really fell for that one huh?" He spoke, giggling.

Caught on, "Are you fucking serious?" Livid, I splash him with the foam on her hands.

He laughs hard dodging the splashes.

"It's not funny!" I snarl, returning back to washing dishes.

"It was actually quite funny," he injects, daring to step closer to me, "You see the way your face was set up at that moment..."

"Shut up Michael."

"Shhh, calm yourself." He smiles, putting his left hand on my left hip so his arm was around my locker back as he stood right next to me, facing me.

His touch erupted a fire inside me but I ignored it with everything I had inside of me.

I calmed down, but I'm not letting him know that.

His eyes roam around me, taking its time. His hands move under my butt, as if he was resisting the urge to grab it.

Instead he places his body behind mine, locking both arms around her waist, closing the gap between us.

I was inwardly overwhelmed by the heat of his body pressed against my backside. My breath caught on.

Smelling my hair, and then moving closer to her ear, "You know..." He whispers gently, "You haven't kissed me today."

His hot breath on my neck sent chills down my spine, and the way he was tightening his hold around my waist wasn't calming me down at all.

I want to pretend to be mad and say something sarcastic, but the words were taken out of mouth. I was speechless.

So he takes advantage.

Moving his face even closer to mine, feeling his breath tickling my face, his lips gently, just gently graze over mine and—

Someone clears their throat, making us both jump. Michael instantly pulled away.

Daniel.

"Excuse my bad timing, but Tati I need to take your boyfriend for just a few minutes." Daniel announced.

"Oh." I gaped.

Embarrassed and dead silent, Michael follows Daniel into the backyard.

And the cold air hits my body immediately, wishing Michael didn't have to leave.

As I wash dishes, I  sneak looks at Michael talking to my father through the window.

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So sorry updates have been slow. I kept writing and deleting because I didn't like the chapters and I had writers block. I tried making this chapter super long!

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