"He invites us all here and doesn't even show up!" Erica sat back in her seat, angry.
Jackson stood up, went over to a waiter. "Are you sure that he was going to come at 6?"
"Oi, Monsieur."
Jackson raised his eyebrows and sat down.
The room was packed with everyone in town it seemed. Everyone that mattered, that is. Bianca felt almost faint in the room.
"I need some fresh air." She told Kendall and Lena, whom she was seated between. Both nodded.
"Be careful!" Bianca waved her hand and exited through a door onto a long balcony. She was looking around when she saw Michael standing along the balcony to her right. He was in a tux, the wind rustling his hair. She wanted to get to the bottom of this night. Just don't think of your dream!
"Michael." She said. He turned and looked at her.
"You look beautiful as always, Bianca."
When did we get comfortable being around each other?
"I just want to know what is the meaning of this dinner you've gathered half of Pine Valley for?"
He was silent for a while. "Am I getting under your skin?"
She stood silently. "You raped me."
"That wasn't what I asked."
"Of course you are under my skin. That's what happens with rapists and their victims."
He looked at her closely. "You are determined to hate me, aren't you?"
She laughed allowed. "You raped me, Michael! What did you expect?"
"Marry me."
Bianca could have fallen over if pushed by a feather. She felt odd, cold...shocked. Michael looked at her seriously. His gaze was intense. There was something incredibly different about him right then. He looked...kind. Peaceful. Caring. Wait, what am I thinking? This is Michael!
"You raped me." She whispered.
"You already said that. We have amazing sexual chemistry, Bianca."
"You impregnated me." Another whisper.
"We are having a child together." He countered. He moved close to her. He looked seriously into her eyes. Bianca did not recognize him. There wasn't any of the man who had taken joy in having power over her.
"I don't understand." She said, her eyes spelling her confusion.
"You would be living the life you always wanted. No change in lifestyle, but with a beautiful baby and someone at home who worships you."
She was still confused.
"We are a match, Bianca." He stated simply. She didn't even how she let him kiss her then. Just, suddenly, his mouth was pressing gently against hers. Tender, sweet, loving, and romantic. None of which were Michael Cambias. There was something wrong. He was working her somehow. She mimicked his tongue caressing hers, feeling herself growing lost as he wrapped his arms around her. They tightened around her waste.

She was slammed against a window, his arm forcing her body to the wall. He was desperately trying to rip her jeans off...
Laughing at her as she cried and pleaded with him to stop. He forced himself onto her...

That was Michael.
And now she was letting his kiss her gently. How much more control am I to give you, Michael, before I lose myself completely? This isn't Michael.
She pulled away from him quickly.
"What?" He asked concerned. This isn't Michael.
She looked down at the ground. I will not lose myself to you!
"You raped me." She said this clearly, slowly. Her voice no longer in a whisper. It was steady and strong.
Michael felt he had lost. His face registered hurt, shock...then anger. That was Michael.
He leaned into her. "I control you." He whispered. He gave her one last angry look, and walked into the dining hall. Bianca never went in.