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Part II: I hate my neighbour. I equally hate my Boss.
Michonne stares at the fruit basket in the deliveryman's hand. The thing is humongous. She does not know how he manages to carry it with everything in his hands.
"I didn't order anything," Michonne says.
She would not spend such amounts of money on exotic fruit and champagne. Lies, she would spend a fortune in all types of wine and champagne. She looks at the little paper box on the floor, and Michonne recognises the expensive Bordeaux. She regrets her honesty. If she had kept her mouth shut, she would have received free wines and champagnes.
"There is no mistake in the address," The delivery man insists. "You didn't order it, but your boyfriend might have. Those look like a bunch of things a rich boyfriend might order for his gorgeous young girlfriend." He pointedly looks at Michonne.
Michonne blinks, and she realises what the deliveryman implies. When did she move into sugar baby territory?
"There are no such things," Michonne argues with aggravation.
She lives in her father's apartment, but that is a daddy without sugar.
"Are you Michonne Barnes?" The deliveryman grows irritated.
He has carried the heavy and almost human size fruit basket for the last twenty minutes.
"Yes, I'm…"
"Good because I have to deliver all of this to Michonne Barnes." He deadpans. "Do you want my help carrying everything inside?" He is kind enough to offer.
Michonne absently nods. She moves away from the door. She stares at the ostentatious gift. She may have an actual sugar daddy.
"Thank you," Michonne says once her table is full of wines and champagne boxes. "Here," she drags money out of her pocket.
…
….
….
Michonne stares at the card, which came with the present. She only needs to read the first sentence to know who sent it.
Michonne runs out of her apartment to knock at her neighbour's door. She knocks and waits. A few minutes later, she has to admit that the apartment is empty.
She returns to her apartment dragging her feet. Michonne's joy fades, and the impressive fruit sculpture cannot cheer her up.
Ten days post-quarantine, Michonne does not know where to stand in her life. She has a new job, and it is everything that she wanted professionally.
Rick Grimes' absence does not take a thing from her joy to work for Walsh and Grimes.
Michonne only hopes Rick Grimes will take her into his team once he returns from Japan because she cannot stand Shane Walsh. She hates the man's arrogance and his tendency to cross the lines.
Everything sounds perfect.
Michonne admits she could be on top of the world, and yet, a grey cloud darkens her clear sky. Her neighbour or the man, who she technically fucked several times daily for almost a month, has ghosted her.
A whole Michonne ghosted by a man sounds comical, but she has to admit the truth after heavy evidence.
Ten long days, Michonne has begun to think she made up the man and the good sex. She has read about the side effects of quarantine. It is in the realm of possibility.
Well, it was until she received this humongous fruit basket.
Michonne does not know how to react. Beside the card and its short message, he does not explain. Is she asking too much from a stranger? Does fuckboyism have an age limitation? Michonne has not stopped wondering on the topic.
We will talk it out, but until then, congratulations.
The audacity of the man, Michonne should not display so much surprise, and yet, her neighbour stunned her. Michonne sighs, and she begins to unpack everything.
She knows her fridge will be full of fruit, and now she is not in the mood to be useful. Michonne grabs the mangosteen, and she begins to break the purple shell with her finger. She might as well enjoy the fruits, which he had the time to send.
Michonne stares at the paper boxes, and she settles for the white wine. She would celebrate her professional success and laments on her pitiful love life.
Fuck her neighbour. Fuckboyism does not have an age limitation.
Three days after a night of despair, Michonne has yet to finish half of her basket fruit. She has turned a bookshelf into a wine armoire. What did he think offering her that much alcohol? A considerate man, her neighbour knew she would go through turmoil playing games with him.
Michonne grabs her green mangos, which she had to google how to eat in their green form. Now, she has a plate of sliced mango covered in red chilli powder and salt. She carefully carries a bottle of Dom Perignon.
She prepares to relax after an awful day of work with Shane Walsh. Michonne hates him and his work ethics.
She eats her mango, and Michonne makes a conscious effort not to yell out of frustration. The champagne helps maintain her into a state of mild discontent.
"Idiot," She murmurs. "I knew it was a bad idea." She drains her flute. "See where bird's behaviours lead." Michonne chastises herself. "Dickmatized without an actual dick." She laments. "When I get my hand on him, he will suffer."
Michonne picks her empty plate, and she drags the remaining champagne in the kitchen. She begins to pace back and forth. It is the part of her night where she wonders if he moved out.
Michonne used to hear all types of noise from the other side of the wall, and now she notices the heavy silence.
"I'm so going to kill him when I find him." She continues her rant.
Michonne draws a deep breath, and she does what she always does after venting. She walks inside her room, and she knocks at the wall.
"Hello," Michonne says. "Is the fucker dead or something." She says with frustration after another silent pause.
"Is fucker my new pet name?" Rick's answer permeates through the wall. "The fucker is getting some beauty sleep." The husk of his voice comes out clear and sexy on her side.
"Look, who is alive," Michonne disregards his statement. "The asshole is alive."
Rick chuckles. He rubs the sleep of his eyelids. He is extremely jet lag, and he has to deal with Michonne's grievance.
"It looks like I'm." He agrees, "and you sound angry with me." Rick points out.
"I'm not," Michonne argues, "I have reasons to be, but I'm not." Her anger deflates. "I may have missed you," Michonne confesses.
"Fuck. Fuck...fucking shit." Rick mutters in his hand.
He scratches his head. The night is going to be hard on both sides. Rick foresees the consequences of the conversations, which he wants to have.
"Don't," Rick is uncertain in his next words. " You can't miss me." He settles for brutality.
Michonne has a moment of confusion. She waits for Rick to clarify what he means.
"Oh," Michonne struggles with an eloquent response. "There is some made-up rule where you decide who I can or cannot miss. It is not an optional suggestion. I missed you." Michonne doubles down.
Rick draws a deep breath. He hates and loves how stubborn Michonne can be. Now, her stubbornness is a problem for Rick.
"I should have set the rules, and you're right about that." Rick continues.
Rick did not plan to go into what Michonne and he began. As a onetime thing, he did not foresee the issues, which arose one they could return to their lives, which now intertwine in many points.
Michonne is his employee. She is brilliant. She does not need such baggage in her professional life.
"Oh, are you going all fifty shades of grey on me?" Michonne chuckles.
"Did I waste an entire month trying to set the foundation of your sexual life?" Rick counters. "Fifty shades of grey, can you not insult me, Michonne?"
She chuckles, and Michonne only wants her neighbour's blood to boil. He is far more creative when he goes into the sex with an optic to punish her in pleasurable ways.
"My bad, your kinks are on the more refined side." Michonne corrects herself.
"As I was saying, I should have set the rules." Rick decides to overlook her games.
"You want to talk about the rules?" Michonne asks, "Ten days of abstinence, you want to discuss rules. Is it crack?" She pursues.
"What do you want to fuck?" Rick retorts out of old habits.
"Yes," Michonne bluntly replies. "Between other things now that I can have the real deal." She clarifies.
Rick grunts, and he does not need to suffer more with what should be. He should be fucking Michonne until she cannot bear an orgasm.
However, he cannot indulge. She should not put the thoughts in his mind.
"Well, we have to talk." Rick clears his throat.
Michonne pauses, and she wonders where he is going with that. It does not cross her mind that he could be trying to end things with her.
"Oh okay, do you want to come over, or I should." She asks.
"I think both ways are bad ideas," Rick replies. "There is no simple way to do this."
Michonne ultimately gets the meaning behind Rick's words. She frowns and stares at the wall for a minute.
"Are you trying to break-up with me?" Michonne feels the need to ask. "A whole me…" She cannot believe her neighbour's audacity.
"Breaking-up with you is technically impossible, Chonne." Rick focuses on semantics, "I'm not your boyfriend."
Michonne blinks. She cannot deny his claim. However, Rick's statement does not bode well for Michonne. She feels angry.
"Semantics," Michonne retorts. "The fuckboy's techniques are in full effect."
"You're a lawyer and so am I." Rick points out the importance of semantics in their lives. "a fuck what?"
Michonne groans. Each second, he makes her more furious.
"That does not matter right now," Michonne argues. "You're dumping me now that you can walk out of those walls." She says with growing anger.
"I'm not breaking up with you," Rick repeats.
He did not expect to be in a situation leading to a break-up with Michonne. Rick cannot overthink the situation. Michonne is all in emotions, and Rick attempts to be pragmatic.
He hired her nine days ago, and at that time, he pragmatically chose her professional career. She is a promising lawyer, and he would not ruin her bright future over a relationship without actual title.
Now in the middle of a conversation, Rick realises that he is indeed breaking up with her. He scratches his head. For the longest month of his life, he had Michonne as a girlfriend. He felt like the luckiest man on the planet.
This is the inappropriate time to suffer the rise of emotional attention.
"That is shallow," Rick argues. "I'm terminating things for your sake." He clarifies. "You like that new job, and this is the way to keep it."
Rick wanted a gentler conversation, but Michonne and his epiphany derailed his plan.
For a few seconds, Michonne stops thinking. She leaves her room. Michonne exits her apartment, and she stops before Rick's door. She repeatedly knocks.
"We're doing this face to face," Michonne yells when Rick does not open his door.
"That is not happening," Rick attempts to remain level-headed. "Are you going to give a rational thought to this?" He pressures when Michonne does not stop knocking.
"Open the door," Michonne retorts.
"So you can ruin your career," Rick laughs humourlessly.
"You're making it out to be something bigger," Michonne argues. "That is a cowardly excuse." She continues while remaining unfazed by his word. "If you're going to play me, do it to my face, and so I can show you that I'm not taking your fuckery."
"Did you read that employment contract?" Rick counters. "Before you call me a coward. Did you read your contract?"
"Yes, I did." Michonne counters.
"What does it say about intimate relationships between employees and partners?" Rick softly asks.
Michonne stops knocking. She draws a deep breath. Why is this happening to her?
"A partner?" Michonne repeats, "It can't be." She begins to pace in the corridor. "How do I explain to my future employer that I got fired from one of the country's best firms for a carnal relationship with one of the partners?"
"Now that we understand each other," Rick replies. "Can we come to an amicable end?" He attempts to be diplomatic.
Michonne inhales. She feels like puking. Harmless fun, Rick promised her no repercussion. Essentially, she was dealing with a stranger. Michonne steps away from Rick's door. She returns to her room.
"Michonne," Rick calls when he hears her move around her apartment.
"Fuck you," Michonne yells when she returns to her room. "Between us and this wall; my ass." She recalls what her neighbour said. "No consequences," She repeats with frustration. "I'm going to lose my job. Do you know how much I wanted to learn from Rick Grimes? Now, I'm going to lose that opportunity because I let you drag me in this mess."
Rick sighs, and he does not need to hear her go on topic, which they can prevent.
"None of it is happening," Rick replies. "You don't know who I'm. You have the little advantage to move forward without worrying about me. We're ending it now. You can pretend as if it never happened, Chonne." He is adamant about his claim.
Michonne is uncertain. The way, which she reacts to her name falling from his lips, speaks volume. She immediately feels her anger evaporates. Michonne senses the emptiness, which threatens to engulf her.
"You must have missed the part where I said I missed you." She points out.
"I miss you too," Rick replies, "But it is beside the point. You understand that, and to be truthful, you're lucky to get an easy way out, and strangers are easy to forget."
"This is not fair," Michonne argues, "You're dumping me, and you're turning it into that great tragedy, which hurts you more. This is fuckboy 101."
Rick chuckles, and she is close to the truth. He is going to suffer more than Michonne does.
"Whatever a fuckboy is, I'm not one, Chonne." Rick retorts. "I'm doing what is good for you and your career. You get it right?"
Michonne hesitates. She understands the situation, but she does not like one bit of it.
"Maybe I don't want what is good for me." Michonne stubbornly argues.
"Good thing, I get to make that call. Everything ends here, Chonne."
Michonne stares at Shane Walsh, and she hopes he is not her neighbour. Three days after ingeniously crying her heart out in her living room to keep her dignity, Michonne has a new obsession.
Michonne wants to know who her neighbour is. The firm has eight male junior partners and two seniors' partners. There are too many who are divorced. She cannot even use her clues.
Based on the idea that he has a tattoo, Michonne quickly removed Rick Grimes from her list. Glenn Rhee is married and an actual sweetheart. Now, Morgan Jones is out of the list because he does not have a pink penis.
Now, Michonne almost wants to puke. The remaining names on the list are trash trifecta. Shane Walsh, Philip Blake, and Negan are plausible suspects.
Michonne crossed a few other names for the obvious reason that they would not pull those sexual kinks. Not Spencer Monroe, he is too vanilla. She adds on Rick Grimes list the same point.
Besides his sexy appearance, Rick Grimes is a sweetheart so she heard from every woman working around him.
Michonne sighs, and she stares on the three names on her list. Why did she put herself in this situation?
"Barnes?" Walsh calls for her as he passes by her desk.
Michonne rises, and she follows him. Now, she wonders what secretary task he would have her do.
"Close the door," He orders.
Michonne immediately does as he asked. She recognises that he gets authoritative fast, and her neighbour has the same energy. If a man convinced the stubborn Michonne Barnes to call him daddy, he has great use of his authority.
At the thought of calling Shane Walsh daddy even while he is getting her off with a vibrator, Michonne wants to hurl herself through the window.
"Did you complain?" He asks her with an amused smile.
Michonne blinks, and she does not know what Shane implies.
"I didn't lay it so thick on you," He smirks. "Some remarks here and there." He continues.
Michonne continues to wait for clear explanations.
"It's only to create a team spirit. I'm not out here trying to fuck you, sweetheart. I'm no longer trying to do that. This twenty-something virgin energy is not my thing."
Michonne freezes, and it is the same heavy southern drawl. It is so different from Atlanta's accent. She already knows Shane Walsh has a bunch of tattoos, and here, he is talking about fucking her. Did he call her a twenty-something virgin?
"That would get you fired," Shane pursues, " I like you, and you're good at what I asked you to do."
Michonne's feeling of dread grows, and she does not like how this begins to sound like a sexual play without the explicit aspect. A minute more and Michonne will puke. Why did she have to bust it open for Shane Walsh?
"I did like you until you snitched on me," He continues.
Michonne can already taste the bile coating her tongue. She does not know what to say.
"Snitch?" Michonne repeats with dread.
"There is no other way to explain why Grimes is on my ass," Shane explains. "I mean you must have called HR and complained about harassment. Now, I didn't do such, and I don't know what you thought it was but sexual harassment is not it."
"I didn't file a report," Michonne retorts.
"Well, that is not the issue anymore." Shane sighs, "From today, you're switching teams. Grimes is your new mentor."
Michonne hesitates on her reaction. If she begins to sing about freedom, Shane might fire her. Michonne remains composed, and she waits for Shane to dismiss her.
"That is a pretty smile," Shane points out the smile, which Michonne cannot hide. "Grimes is way worse than I'm." He grins. "You're going to miss me more than I do you, sweetheart."
Michonne does not want to focus on how familiar Shane sounds. She fails to disregard what he implied. At seventy per cent, Michonne believes Shane Walsh might be her neighbour.
"Can I leave, Mr Walsh?" Michonne asks after a few seconds.
"Grimes is waiting for you."
Was he stalking her? Maybe, Rick has to admit. Their situation is twisted. He can hear what happens in her apartment most of the time. How would he not have the inclination to stalk her?
"So,"
Rick's ears perk at the masculine voice permeating through the wall. Two weeks only had passed since their technical break up. Could she take the time to mourn him?
Rick presses himself to the wall, and he attempts to be quiet.
"I think you look good in anything, but this is 'let me eat you alive' level of sexy."
Rick blinks, and he is morbidly curious. Where is the conversation going?
"I'm glad you like it," Michonne says with a soft voice. "I couldn't pick between the G-string and the thong. Which one do you prefer? It's all for you after all."
Rick is certain that he is going to lose his mind if he listens to the conversation another second. How can she move so fast? He stayed in his home on a Friday night to spy on her, and he is two seconds away from listening to her screw another man.
Rick drags himself out of his bed. He is not going to endure that level of torture. He grabs his car key, and he decides to accept Shane's offer. He needs those beers. Rick is almost sure that he is on the verge to experience a heartbreak.
"Take the thong off first," the male's voice echoes in Rick's room when he slips into his shirt.
"I haven't done it in a while. It's a bit too tight. Just be gentle," Michonne says after a few seconds.
There is enough noise to let him know that a man has begun to fuck his girlfriend standing.
"Now, they are fucking an inch away from me,"
Rick laments.
"I will be gentle," Michonne's companion says, "That thing is mine after all."
Rick rolls his eyes. It was not even a month ago that she was claiming she was his. He cannot take another minute of this madness. He slams his fist in the wall, and he does not feel better.
He rushes out of his home as if the devil is chasing him.
Michonne stares at Aaron, and all the pieces of his new lingerie collection are a female dream. She likes how lucky she is to pick the pieces before they hit the store, which he co-founded with his husband.
"Take the thong off first," Aaron says while Michonne drags one of the precious lingerie pieces over the thong, which lies on top of the package.
Michonne carefully does as he asked, and she slips the undergarments over her pyjama pants. She gained enough weight during the quarantine.
"I haven't done it for a while," Michonne says as she jumps to help the thong go up to her pants. "It's a bit too tight." The waistband almost cut her skin, and Aaron brought the wrong size. "Just be gentle."
Michonne says when Aaron grabs a pair of scissors. She does not want him to cut her accidentally.
"I will be gentle," Aaron replies, and he carefully angles the scissor to do the least damage to the thong and Michonne. "That thing is mine after all."
A loud boom echoed in the room, and Michonne freezes when she hears steps around Rick's apartment.
"Oh god, he is leaving." Michonne speeds out of her room.
She sprints to catch up with him in the corridor. Michonne needs to see her face. She needs to confirm if she shared her intimacy with Shane Walsh.
Michonne stumbles on her sofa. She continues to run with her throbbing foot. She jumps on one foot more than she runs, but she makes it to the door. Michonne opens the door right on time to catch a sight of a visage.
It is a colourful tattoo on a calf. She missed him from an inch. Michonne leaves her apartment, and she rushes toward the elevator, which has closed.
"fuck, fuck, why me?" Michonne yells. "That is the type of tattoo, Shane Walsh would go for," she laments. "That shit screams alpha male, who gets called daddy daily."
"Have you lost your mind?" Aaron asks after catching up with Michonne. "You just took off like a madwoman."
"I might as well lose my mind," Michonne replies with clear irritation.
"When was the last time you got a dick?" Aaron asks with utter seriousness. "All this anger screams sexual frustration."
"I got dumped by my boss," Michonne says in one breath, "I can be as angry as I want." She adds with exhaustion.
"Not Michonne Barnes, not you… You got that job, three weeks ago." Aaron gasps, " What happened for you to remove your goodie shoes?"
"Quarantine and my neighbour happened."
Rick is drunk. It is a nice soft buzz. He got it out of him. A bit of boxing here so he does not break Michonne's little boyfriend and some glass of scotch with Shane helped with his anger.
Now, his room spins. Rick wants to sleep, but he cannot because his neighbour is a bonobo. If she moans another time, Rick will break the wall between their apartments.
"Pitiable," Rick yells. "I could make you scream better than that. He cannot dick you down right." He adds.
Michonne stops moving on the dildo, which Rick offered her. Technically, he cannot dick her down right because if she trusts what he told her the dildo is a replica of his dick.
"Do I want to know?" Michonne replies.
"If I have to go through this fuckery, I want that lil' boyfriend of yours to know that you're faking it."
Michonne has a minute to catch up with the tone of his voice.
"You're damn too old to pull out this drunk-ex shit," Michonne argues. "It's midnight. Go get your grandpa sleep."
"I wouldn't have to pull the drunk ex shit if you cared about hurting me." Rick counters. "I live next door for god sake, Michonne. I wouldn't bring a woman to fuck while you're home." He adds with disappointment. "Not when three weeks ago, I swore I missed you. That is too cruel. I would not even think about fucking anyone because I'm busy missing you."
"I'm fucking your damn dick, asshole." Michonne groans.
"Really?" Rick says sceptically, "My cock is in my pants."
"How drunk are you?" Michonne sounds concerned.
"Not drunk enough, sweetheart" Rick replies.
"Switch your airdrop on," Michonne demands.
Rick obeys, and he receives another explicit picture of Michonne to add to his precious collection.
"That's my dick," Rick admits after looking at the picture.
"I told you," Michonne replies. "I don't jump into a relationship with anyone until I trust them with my soul. You're the only exception. I don't know your name. I'm not sure what you sound like because this wall swallows enough sound to twist it, but here I'm sending you a lengthy video of me riding a dildo, which you had exclusively made for me. That is the closest to a committed relationship with me. I miss you." Michonne admits.
" I'm sorry for this mess," Rick softly says, and he sits up to stop the spinning of his head. "I fucking want to knock on your door." He confesses. "That would be so selfish. I could tell you to make it a secret. You don't deserve to be a dirty secret. You're too good of a woman." Rick continues to pour out some of his feelings.
"Can you save the deep conversation for when I'm not masturbating and you're sober?" Michonne tells.
"I can interrupt," Rick argues, "I know you're not doing it right."
"Oh really," Michonne counters.
"I have learned to work with moans and breaths to get you off. What I hear is your frustration." He cockily explains. "Stop playing with the dildo and get the suction toy. I know you want me to eat your cunt real good." He mumbles.
"What is this? Break-up sex." Michonne curiously inquires.
"I'm a drunk ex sweet-talking you, sweetheart. This is break-up sex."
Michonne does as Rick asked, and she pulls out her sex toy box. She grabs what Rick asked.
"I got it," she says.
"I want it tape," Rick demands. "Keep your panties on. I want to see it wet with your juice and sticking on your cunt."
Michonne carefully pushes her thong to the side, and she installs the suction toy between her labia.
"Slow lick," Rick instructs. "Just a taste of you and ride it as you will do my face."
Michonne follows the waves of the vibration running through her body. She gyrates her hips. Her nails run on her bare skin, and they run along with the silk of her thong.
She moans and takes a deep breath when the toys lap at the core of her femininity. Michonne closes her eyes to bask into the bliss of her lust.
"Look at your cunt," Rick groans, "This is how good I should make you feel." He says, and Michonne answers with a soft cry. "Deeper suction now," Rick commands, and Michonne changes the setting of her toy.
She feels like ice melting on the sun. Her juice soaks her inner thighs. She swings her hips like Saturn rings trying to catch the waves of the universe. Her core burns with a need for more, and Michonne wants nothing more than her neighbour.
"Tell me how you feel, baby." Rick pleads. "Talk to me."
"I only want you to push your tongue deeper," Michonne replies. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I want to run my tongue on your cock and taste your precum." She cries between the build-up of her orgasm. "I need your dick heavy with cum to lie on my tongue while my nails graze on it."
Rick breathes deeply, and he hears Michonne's voice take away his sanity.
"You like that," she moans, " of course you like it when I slowly push your cock down my throat and my pussy is wet from sucking you off." She finishes with a naughtier tone.
Rick works his manhood at the rhythm of her words. Michonne continues to whisper how she wants him pleased.
"Baby," Michonne moans.
"Ride my dick," Rick instructs," keep the suction toy going." He orders.
Michonne places the silicone dildo with its fleshy texture between her thighs. She slowly pushes her hips down until she fits the tip in, and Rick drinks her moan. Her pleasure echoes on his wall.
He can feel how close he is to release.
Michonne whirls her hips with a familiar rhythm. She continues to sink deeper until Rick's cock fills her to the tilt.
"Stop moving," Rick asks. "Feel how my dick stretches you. Feel it pulsate with your need."
Michonne draws a shaky breath.
"I know you want it hard and long." He moans. "But you need it slow and deep. Feel it sleep out of you. Miss the fullness and again take it all."
Michonne rises until only the tip pokes her wall. She slowly gets it back in her. She continues to ride in that rhythm until an orgasm coil in the pit of her womanhood. She rides it and attempts to coarse it. It is painfully good, and Rick's moans and curses drive the rhythm of her hips.
"That is my girl," Rick moans. "Fuck me as hard as you can."
Michonne whirls her hips faster with each of Rick moans. Rick groans when his orgasm threatens to swallow his lucidity. He mumbles incoherent instructions. Michonne, lost in her desire, only continues to chase her orgasm. She takes a sharp breath, which Rick knows so well.
"Look at me when you cum." Rick orders.
Michonne stares into her phone's camera. She continues to ride wave after wave until they crush her.
"Fuck," She yells.
"Now, you sound fucked to satiety," Rick says when Michonne mumbles something.
For a few minutes, they are silent. Michonne's world spins.
"Can you let me decide if I want to pursue this?" Michonne argues.
"No," Rick firmly says. "We agreed on break-up sex."
Michonne rolls her eyes. He underestimates the power he holds on her.
"You got your setting mixed-up. You gave me make-up sex." She retorts.
"Michonne," Rick grunts. "I don't want it to turn into something ugly."
"Why are you putting me through this? You started this mess. I'm stuck on you. You make me feel shit, which I want to continue to feel." Michonne confesses.
"Yeah, I still got it worse, Chonne." Rick counters. "I know what you look like. I fucking steal glances at you days in days out. I have to keep this secret going. This is not something I wanted. I want you more than you want me. You're not a fucking fantasy to me. You're a visage. You're a smile. You're a pout. I know you. You don't know me." Rick says out of frustration.
"You sound in love with me," Michonne sighs.
"You're sweet and fun. You have a strand of crazy, and I love it. You verbally win some battles against me, and only few can say that. Still, you're okay with trying all this kinky shit. I would marry you in a heartbeat if I read this as a selling pitch. It is the sane thing to be in love with you." He confesses.
"Then be with me."
"No, I can't let you get into a mess who will threaten your brilliant career. I know what it takes as a white man to climb as high as I did. Now, you are neither of those, and you won't survive a stain. As good as my cock is; it is not worth risking it."
Michonne has no word to counter the truth. She can pretend as much as she wants, but Rick threw the truth at her face.
"The man is good enough," Michonne says, but he hears her confession before she says it. "I'm going to try to miss you less."
Rick laughs, and Michonne knows it is relief. He is not happy. She is a minute away from tears.
"Goodnight, Chonne."
Five months working under Rick Grimes supervision, Michonne has to agree with Shane. Rick is ten times more tyrannical than Walsh is. She doesn't know why he is so much on her back, but Michonne does not remember her last minutes of peace.
"He is coming," Her work wife, Sasha, whispers. "Oh, he is going to chew and spit you out, Barnes." She adds after a careful glance.
"When does he not do that?" Michonne laments. "That man hates me."
Sasha chuckles, and she squeezes Michonne's shoulder.
"Please, you're not Peletier." Sasha softly says, "I think you're his favourite, and he wants to fuck you. Scratch that! I'm certain he wants to fuck you. That is a Pygmalion complex. He is turning you into that shark because it is his only way of getting you."
Michonne rolls her eyes. Rick Grimes only gives her intense stares and cases to rework because she can do more than a subpar job.
"Walsh wants to fuck me, but Grimes is planning my murder."
Sasha covers her mouth to suffocate her laugh. Rick is coming closer to them.
"Walsh wants to fuck everyone. Remember Harrison, she was fired for falling for his games, or not Walsh does not snitch. Blake, on the other hand, did get her out when she confused what they had." Sasha shares in hush whispers.
"Yeah, Grimes wouldn't go down that path." Michonne firmly believes. "That guy is right in boots. I don't think he gets dirty like that."
Sasha rolls her eyes.
"Oh my god, you worship the ground he walks on. I knew he wanted to fuck you, but it goes both ways. Get a job in another firm before you try to climb him." Sasha advises. "You're certainly getting the credential to make junior partner in any other firm in the country. Grimes has you listed as the second lawyer in all his bigger cases."
Michonne sighs, and she has begun to think of a new job. She likes her salary. She does worship Rick Grimes professionally. He taught her law in a way that made her a terror in court. Does she want to fuck him? Yes, it is a fascination for a mentor.
"Trust me; I'm not falling into anyone's arms anytime soon," Michonne confesses. "I'm invested into another inaccessible man…"
Michonne does not know what is taking so much time. The mystery must help to keep her obsessed with her neighbour. In five months, she has interacted with him maybe twice. It was nothing sexual or even a long conversation. It only felt natural and right.
Each time, Michonne stares at Walsh, Negan, and Blake thinking how any of those men could be her thoughtful neighbour. She spent a month blindly falling in love with him. Now, she can only love him more for keeping his words.
In a way, he stood against her reckless desire and protected her dream from his actions. How can she not love him?
"Don't you have a type? Your boss and another man out of reach." Sasha says. "Well, no time for heartbreak. The devil is coming to drag you away from me. One," Sasha begins to count.
"Two," Michonne sighs, and she prepares for the worst.
"Three."
"Barnes," Rick says when he comes to Michonne's desk, " Do I have to say it, or you know what has me leaving my office?"
"I did find a way to stain the…" She begins to speak.
Rick lifts his hand to stop her. He never allows her to make excuses for failing a task.
"Get up," He orders while he begins to walk away.
"Good luck," Sasha whispers.
Michonne begins to run after Rick. She spends her life running after him.
"When I say shits, I mean it?" Rick tells her while she closes the door. "What is the point of working with me if you cannot pick the basics?" He sounds completely exhausted.
Rick pinches his nose, and he comes to stand before Michonne. He keeps his hand away from her face. He does not know how he does it every time they are alone. Five months down the line, he is deeply in love with Michonne.
He spends his days with her, and it often extends into nights. It is as bad as the quarantine time. They have meals together. He gets a look at her bright mind every second.
"Did you not sacrifice anything for this job?" He insists. "I don't waste my time if potential can turn into fact. I don't make sacrifices to regret them next week." Rick admits.
She doesn't know what he gave up. Michonne has no idea how much he suffers daily. Rick almost wishes Michonne were a rebound after his wedding.
He puts up with days and nights of yearning to let her have her dream. She wanted to work under Rick Grimes. He made sure she had it.
"I have no private life," Michonne replies. "I have no life out of you. Does that count like sacrifices?" She is exhausted and speaks her mind.
"I'm no different," Rick counters, "Only, my sacrifices are worth it." He pulls the file, which Michonne should have given him. "Go home and get your shit together, Barnes. If you cannot do that, you step off my case. This is what I ask from you." He gives her the file with the information to discredit the witness, and it is bigger than anything Michonne could have produced.
"Good day, Mrs Grimes."
Michonne is going to lose her mind. She feels humiliated. Rick Grimes has not scolded her since last month. He even praised her once in the last month. Now, she has to leave the office before closing time because she could not do her job as he expects her to do it.
She does not know what potential he sees in her. Rick always wants her to live up to some standard.
"Leaving," Sasha asks when Michonne grabs her bag.
"Grimes sent me home as if I was such a bad student," Michonne grunts. "I'm tired of his shits." She sits down.
"Girl, he is coming," Sasha says with eyes turning bigger than saucers.
"Fuck," Michonne mumbles.
"Barnes, let's go," Rick tells her. "I'm going to drop you to your place and watch you read that file since you can't get an order right."
Rick begins to walk away from Michonne. For a few seconds, she assumes that he is joking. Until Sasha looks at her with a curious expression.
"Someone is going to push your panty down, and give you some spanking." She says in a tone, which Michonne knows so well.
"Shut up, Williams."
Rick Grimes was serious.
Michonne stares at him as he sits in his suit jacket on her sofa. He begins to unbutton his collar after removing his tie. Something about the bit of skin that he shows catches her eyes. She has a sensation of familiarity. If Michonne did not make up her mind about Rick, she would connect the dots.
"Do you want some wine, Mr Grimes?" Michonne does not know what else to ask.
Rick has appropriated her space. She feels like the guest in her home.
"Rick, " He corrects her. "Red," he replies while he sets more of the case on the table.
"Okay," Michonne feels the need to escape.
Why does it always happen to her? She returns after a few minutes of calming herself.
"You get paid per hour," Rick says as a welcome.
Michonne grinds her teeth. Her boss is an asshole. He is a talented asshole.
"Here," Michonne says as she extends the wine glass. "Sorry." She almost spills out the wine when their fingers graze.
"Are you okay?" Rick softly asks, and Michonne nods. "Then there is no point staring at me. Get to work, Barnes."
Michonne notices that she is indeed staring and trying to understand why touching him felt like something, which she needed to do in months.
In her apartment, Rick's voice only feels too familiar. She curiously looks at him. God help her if she now suspects goodie two shoes Rick Grimes of being into fetishism.
The man has beautiful curls and eyes, which reflects the clearest seas. He is the picture of a good son in law. Michonne eyes him. She has a thing for men bossing her around, and it is enough to explain why she would even associate Rick Grimes with her neighbour.
Michonne sips her wine, and she begins to check on the file. For half an hour, she forgets that Rick Grimes scrutinises her.
"You missed it," Rick says, "It is obvious, and you missed it because you focus on appearance."
Michonne raises her head to look at Rick. She hesitates.
"Read it aloud," He orders with exasperation.
"Morales lives near a school. He is what appears to be a model citizen beside minor arguments with some parents…"
Rick interrupts her, and he covers her hand to take the file.
"What are you looking for in this file?" Rick asks with guiding tenderness.
"Something tangible to discredit Morales."
Rick laughs, and he forgets how a lawyer fresh out of school wants things to be tangible. Michonne focuses on his laugh. The way, it echoes on her wall. She silences her instincts.
Somehow, Michonne is too scared of the possibility.
She does not like the idea forming in her mind. Michonne shakes her head.
"No, you're looking for anything that you can flesh out into the dirt. He lives by a primary school. He has a feud with his parents." Rick fleshes out the idea for Michonne.
"Paedophilia, " She replies.
"Good girl," Rick replies thoughtlessly.
Michonne blinks, and she wants to say a word. He cannot be Rick Grimes. She only wants to fuck Rick Grimes and her neighbour. Her mind is creating those connections.
"Staring at me won't help you solve the rest, Barnes." Rick remains unfazed by her intense look. "I threw you a bone. Now, start digging." Rick drains his glass, and he heads at the door. "I want a solid profile on Morales potential paedophilia. I don't care how true the shit is. I only want you to be able to sell it. You're going to lead this case. It is simple enough to handle. "
With his last statement, Michonne realises that her career is taking the turn, which she wants. Rick Grimes cannot be her neighbour. She only admires her boss, and not knowing who her neighbour is makes her seek the only other man who attracts her.
"I would…" Michonne stands without finishing her sentence.
She accompanies Rick at the door. For a few seconds, she stares at Rick. Michonne wants to try something. She extends her hand to touch him. Rick does the same. His fingers spread on her face, and he hesitates.
Michonne faces a glimpse of desire in his eyes. She leans to pluck that fruit of lust. Their lips brush, and it might turn in a kiss. Rick steps back before it becomes blazing.
"Wine," He offers the excuses. "Goodnight, Barnes." He closes the distance between them to place a tender kiss on her cheeks.
Michonne hates Rick Grimes. No one can drive her as mad. Her first case as the lead lawyer has turned into Rick's opportunity to bury her under work. Michonne is nothing but a ball of frustration.
"Fuck," she yells in anger. "Fuck," she adds for good measure.
"Does it occur to you that this wall is extremely thin? You're yelling in my room at three in the morning." Rick groans as he tentatively opens his eyes.
"I only forget I have a neighbour," Michonne counters. "He is never home." She points out despite revealing that she has been stalking his movements.
"Are you stalking me?" Rick asks with slight amusement.
"Yeah, that is what you do with the ex who you can forget." Michonne bluntly replies.
"Not something you do with a man who is one of your bosses," Rick replies between yawns. "That sounds too much like a potential crime."
"I don't need any incentive besides the fact that my boss is an asshole." Michonne laments. "I found a bigger asshole than you."
"How long until you fuck him? You have a type." Rick teases.
"Not something I foresee, the bastard hates me."
"Are you Peletier?" Rick retorts.
"Why does everyone say that? Rick does not hate Carol." Michonne argues.
Rick laughs. He hates the woman. She is the bane of his existence.
"He hates her. She only made partner because he couldn't block it." Rick clarifies. "Grimes does not hate you. He is just an asshole who has to think about the many ways not to end up fucking you."
"Williams is that you?" Michonne laughs. "My darling, that man takes pleasure out of my suffering."
"I take pleasure out of your suffering," Rick doubles down.
"Context, old man." Michonne retorts. "I get off at the end. I always do. In this situation only Grimes does."
Rick shakes his head. If only Michonne knew how his sex life is going, she would reconsider her statement.
"All I hear is that you want to have hate sex with Grimes."
Michonne pauses for a second. Of course, he would come to the right conclusion in a matter of seconds.
"I have a type. Inaccessible assholes, which get off my suffering." Michonne admits. "You started the trend. I blame you."
"I took you on a sexual journey. I didn't give you a taste for complicated dynamics. That is all you, Chonne. "Rick announces.
With each passing second, Rick is more awake. He almost feels as if he lost a part of him six months ago.
"Oh, go ahead and cast the stone. My darling asshole who has never sinned, blame me for falling for you." Michonne confesses with a hint of sarcasm.
"Let's exclude my situation, you have excusing circumstances. How do you explain Grimes? You walked right through that one." Rick points out.
"I had a prior crush on him. He made me go for criminal law. This is physical. I want to fuck my fantasy." Michonne corrects Rick. "It is on different scales. Every other day, I hate Rick Grimes."
Rick laughs because they manage to have the same dynamic in two attempts. She must not remember their quarantine.
"Every other day, you hate me too."
Michonne wants to argue, but her neighbour drives her mad. Rick Grimes does the same thing to a professional level.
"You're both the bane of my existence," Michonne admits. "I have a problem with power dynamics in a relationship."
"If it was so simple," Rick chuckles," In everyday dynamics, you would chew and spit me out. Isn't it what you did for a month? I do the same but in a bed. He does it to a professional level. I call it balance and trust."
"Fuck you," Michonne says in an effective tone, "Why do you do this to me?"
"I'm lost because Grimes got you mad." Rick knows how crazy it sounds to dissociate from himself.
"You get me, and I don't like it. It is not fair. I have to talk to you through a damn wall because of a job, which I will probably lose after hate fucking Grimes. I could just knock at your door. You could give me your name. "Michonne begins to move from her bed.
"Stay on your bed, Michonne." Rick knowingly says. "Shit you put me through. I'm going to do something stupid, and this is the last time."
Michonne returns on her bed. She stares at the ceiling. She has her first big case. She may throw it all away because her heart wants to lead her life.
"Are you going to come to knock at my door?" Michonne hopes.
"When it is the best thing to do," Rick compromises. "Tonight, we can work on something." He pursues.
"I don't like how it sounds," Michonne says. "I'm going to catch more feelings." She knowingly announces.
"You can do worse than now," He points out the truth.
"Asshole," She softly laughs. "What is your solution to this mess?"
"You want to fuck me. You want to fuck Grimes. I can help you with both." Rick replies.
"Knock at my door."