Chapter eight

Lovestoned

Mickey first was hit with the need to use the toilet, he opened his eyes slowly feeling his hand up his chest. Fingers feeling hair, and then her face still sleeping on him. He inhaled trying keep still, but at the same time he really needed to use the toilet as he carefully moved her body off him.

Cassandra stretched as he got her off of him, not opening her eyes just yet she rolled over trying to keep in the sleep, she had to not wake up and come to realization of what they did. Listening to him flushing the toilet, and a door opening again.

He looked to the bed; he took in all of her exposed body. Mickey got back on running a hand from her hip up her waist, to rest under her armpit, "Good morning." He purred to her kissing the side of her neck.

"Mickey…" Her voice was a low whisper as she rolled on her back to finally look at him, "It wasn't a dream."

He ran a hand into her hair, "No," He knew what was flashing over her face, and he too was clicking onto the fact they crossed a line.

She bit the inside of her lip, "So what's the plan?" Her eyes were locked on his, she didn't want to stop her feelings, but at the same time, she did something she knew deep down was wrong.

"I don't know," He now on his back next to her, both of them didn't look at each other. "I would blame the alcohol," He covered his face feeling horrible.

Cassandra didn't move, "We both knew what we were doing." She sat up finally, she watched him, and knew it wasn't that simple. "I don't know what I feel…" she added trying to keep calm at this point.

He used his hands to sit up on the bed, he reach a hand under her jaw, holding her face in his palm studying her eyes, "I'm the asshole," He placed his forehead to hers; he wasn't sure if he was meant to do this. "I don't think we can go back from this."

"No," She said, "Mickey…"

He didn't want her to speak, his lips pressed to hers, fingers moving into her hair feeling her return the kiss. "Don't say it." He rested his forehead to hers.

"I have to," Her eyes closed, she wanted to, "I'm sorry."

Mickey didn't want to open his eyes, he wanted to hold onto this place, "You shouldn't be sorry…" He wanted to take all the blame, but at the same time he thought of Hector. "We'll work something out."

"Mickey," She opened her eyes moving off the bed, she found her bathrobe putting it on, "Just do what you have to do…" She headed out of the room, she had to shower to try and get the guilt off of herself.

He watched her walking away from him, he was alone in her bed trying to get to grips with what he did. He not only cheated on Chloe, but he was also facing the fact of what he was going to do from here. He thought of ending it with Chloe, but then he didn't know how Aspa would take it. Mickey liked Cassandra, and she was an amazing woman, but was they really going to be able to keep a friendship after what they did. He didn't even know if she was in the place, he was.

He found his underwear pulling them on as he walked out of the bedroom, he could hear the running shower as he headed back to the lounge, seeing the couch he was meant to sleep on, his phone on the arm as he picked it up. There was about five missed calls, and a dozen texts all from Chloe. He knew he said he was going to come home, but he didn't plan on cheating on her either.

"Shit!" He grunted finding his clothes putting them back on, he took a quick glance back to where the bathroom was, he found the last of his things walking out of the apartment. He didn't look back making his way back to his own place. Not wanting to over think his plan.

Chloe was sat on the couch looking to her phone, and then back to the door feeling a hole in the pit of her stomach, she couldn't think what could have happened. The first time she texted him, she wasn't expecting a reply right away, but when an hour passed with no reply, she had to send another message.

He thoughts ran wild, and as her head shot up as the front door opened with Mickey walked in placing his key on the table beside it. "Where was you?"

He knew the question would come, but not this quickly as he kicked his shoes off, he wasn't hung over, but the pain he was feeling wasn't from the drinking. "Greg was in one of the bars, well he invited me to his place to show me something." He yawned, "I lost track of time and crashed there." He took his shirt off heading towards the bathroom.

Chloe got up following him, "Why didn't you message me back?"

"I didn't notice my phone," He started to strip off getting into the shower, "I'm sorry…" He turned the water on trying to get clean.

She didn't want to get angry at him, this was just typical Mickey. "You could have told me…" She said not leaving the bathroom.

He started to wash himself, he hoped that she would drop it, but as always, she wasn't going to let it go. "I didn't think, I was kinda drunk, and time got away from me." He stopped what he was doing trying to hope his lie was sitting.

"I'll call Greg!" Chloe spun on the balls of her feet heading to the lounge to get her phone.

Mickey felt a rush of panic, "Fuck!" He muttered turning the water off, he grabbed a towel wrapping it around himself, he wasn't sure what was going to happen from here.

"Greg," Chloe said as the man answered his phone, "Did Mickey leave his wall at your place this morning, as he can't find it." Her eyes locked now with Mickey standing in the doorway dripping all over the floor. "He didn't…" She spoke, and her eyes kept on Mickey studying his response.

He was feeling it, the stress in his chest, he wished he could hear the other side of the conversation, but right now, all he had was Chloe glaring at him. He knew this was going to go very badly, or he was going to have to think of another thing to say.

Chloe exhaled, "Yes, I guess he could have left it at the bar before he was at yours." Her eyes glared to Mickey, "Yes, I'll let him know." She hung the phone up placing it down on the table. "He said you was with him." Her eyes going as her phone flashed up, picking it up looking to a picture send of Mickey passed out on a couch, she noticed the white vest and same pants he wore. "I just thought of the worse."

He sighed, "What did you think happened?"

"I don't know," She felt bad, she couldn't believe she was acting this way. She wasn't the jealous type, but a flash of a memory of that night when she danced with another man and saw Mickey kiss another woman, and her inside squirmed with the memory of that night. "I was just worried."

Mickey closed the gap between them, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her closer to him, he kissed the top of her head trying to think of what to do from here.

"Shit," She pulled away, "I'll go pick up Hector from school," She glanced to her watch, "You just clean up." She kissed him softly before picking her things up to leave him alone.

Mickey quickly rushed to his own phone, he called Greg, "Hey!"

"You owe me," was all he said to Mickey. "What did you do?"

Mickey grunted, "I don't know man, but I really will pay you back for this…" He closed his eyes feeling lucky, "How did you know what photo to send?"

"I saw you making out with a hot blonde," He chuckled, "So I had a feeling you would use me as an excuse." Greg's voice was cool, but then Mickey was grateful for his friend. "Just tell me she was good."

Mickey closed his eyes, "Thank you for covering for me." He hung the phone up trying to calm himself down, he could see a text from Cassandra. He sighed seeing that she wasn't mad at him, and that she didn't want to ruin anything between him and Chloe. He wanted to say he replied to the text, but he just erased it, knowing that he was going to need to start being careful if he was going to walk this line. He called her up listening to the pickup. "I am sorry," He spoke first.

"Mickey, I know you're not going to end it with Chloe," She spoke softly, and he thought of her, "But I want you to know I'm not going to run and say anything to anyone about this to anyone."

He sat down, his hand into his wet hair, "I thought I'd never do this, but I don't know what I want." He knew part of him still loved Chloe, she was amazing, and he knew it was him always sabotaging himself. "Cassie…"

"It's okay Mickey." She said, and he couldn't stop but realizing that he wasn't just lusting for her, he was torn. "I'll see you on Thursday." Finally, she hung up the call leaving Mickey sitting on his couch staring at his phone again deleting the call from his records.