Oh god! I have reviews! Someone is actually reading my story! Wow! Haha! First off all sorry for the late update but I was kinda sick, so I barely even managed this little chapter. Anyway, Enjoy! :)

"Um..." Nikita mumbled.

Michael noticed her uncomfortable state and hurried to say "Hey, it's okay if you don't want. I just wanted to get some things clear." He smiled warmly to her. Since he left that hotel room this morning all he was doing is thinking about Nikita. He was debating to call her or not. He was really confused about that night and he got some answers but he needed more.

*flashback*

Michael kicked the door of his house tiredly and entered the living room crashing on the couch. He just stayed like that for a couple of moments. He couldn't get that woman out of his mind. He took the card she left out of his pocket and looked at the phone number on it. His mind was telling him not to call her 'She's just some hooker! Why do I even care?' He thought. But then his heart was giving him this weird feeling since he saw her in the morning. He was having a feeling for this girl, he never really felt like that before. 'A hooker Michael? You saw her today, all you know is her name and you're falling for her?' He thought miserably.

"Man?" A still sleepy man's voice came from the door of the room.

Michael groaned and looked at his friend, who happened to live with him. "What?" Michael returned the question.

"I guess you didn't just woke up. Where have you been?" Birkhoff asked taking a seat on the chair across from him.

"Don't wanna talk about it, man. Maybe another time." He simply replied and got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to fill himself a cup of coffee. He really needed one, because that damn headache was driving him crazy.

"You sure?" Birkhoff asks once more. He continued staring at Michael intesly and then thought when for last time has he seen his friend like that. "Michael, man, you know you can talk to me, we are bro's, you know?" He said.

Michael looked at Birkhoff from his mug. He sighed deeply and sat on a chair in the kitchen gesturing the seat across him for his friend. Birkhoff got up from his chair and slowly walked to the seat across Michael. He sat down and both men were quiet for a couple of minutes until Michael decided to talk.

"Woman." He simply said.

"A woman?" Birkhoff rised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Michael told. "A hooker, actually."

At the last word Birkhoff almost choked on his saliva. "A what?!" He asked unbelievably." Hooker? And how was it, bro? Was she good?" He joked, but inside he was actually really surprised. He knew Michael for years, he knew what person is he. Prostitutes definitely wasn't from his lifestyle.

"Chill!" Michael said."Let me explain. I woke up to a woman... The woman. Nikita, that's her name. You know, yesterday we went for drinks and stuff, you were too there. I wanted to go home, but apperantly I took some girl and had sex with her at a hotel... I don't know what to do!" Michael confessed.

"Man!" Birkhoff laughed at his friend. "Just sex! That was it! I guess? Look, one hooker can't ruin your life, you are not taken dude! Live your life! Are you seriously panicking because of that bullshit?" He laughed again.

"Birkhoff..." Michael started.

"Come on, man! Cheer up! Stop being sad because of a fun night!" Birkhoff interrupted.

"She gave me her number." Michael said randomly.

"Well, if you liked her 'work' then call her again." Birkhoff replied getting up from his chair heading to his room while still laughing and shaking his head unbelievably.

Michael just sat there, alone, with his coffee and his strong attraction to the woman he saw only once. "I can't even take her off my mind, how should I forget about that night?" He murmured quietly to himself. The sight of her beautiful features appeard in his mind. Memories from last night, too. Her deep moans- music to his ears, her nails leaving long scras on his back- the most sexy sight for him, her face when she came- the most beautiful sight. He suddenly wanted to have her right here with him. He sighed deeply trying to focus on... Something. Anything but that addictive flashbacks he was having. He got up from his seat and walked over to his jacket and took out the card she gave him the same morning. He looked at the phone number for a a couple of moments, deciding to or not to call her. 'What will I say when I call her anyway?' He thought putting the card back in his pocket and deciding that he will get out for some fresh air. He took his coat and went out. "What have you done to me Nikita?" He asked himself starting his car and driving off.

*end of flashback*

"I actually do have plans. With my best friend. I haven't seen her in a while and we'll just hang out." Nikita said. "Maybe another time, you know my number." She winked and smiled.

"Oh, okay. I guess I will call you." Michael returned the smile and the watched how Nikita waked away, slowly, swaying her hips from side to side, getting all the men's eyes on her once again.

Michael catched himself staring and scolded himself quietly. "Stop staring dammit!" He murmured and them smiled. This woman had a pretty big affect on him.

Okay... Maybe not so small update after all. Lol! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope it makes up for the long wait. Please review and let me know what do you guys think. Thanks for reading! Till next time! :)