"Instead of a feeling, think of love as an action. The feeling of love comes and goes on a whim; you can't control it. But the action of love is something you can do, regardless of how you are feeling."

― Russ Harris

I swung open my apartment door after checking the peephole. No, hello, hey, hi...He was really confused about who he was fucking versus sexing. I let it slide for another day now that he was bold enough to come to me without a valid reason outside of the rent.

"I was thinking-."

"And why should I care?"

"Well, it's about the rent-"

"What day is this, Rick?"

"What do you mean?"

"Am I losing my damn sense of time again?" I stepped back into my apartment to grab my cellphone, practically panic-stricken while he stood in the doorway of my apartment.

"I wanted to make a suggestion to you about maybe downsizing, Michonne."

"What?"

"If you can't afford to live here, I think the next best thing is to find a place more budget-friendly. Maybe a relative you can stay with for a while until you can get back on your feet."

"Did you pay my rent?" I needed verbal reassurance he took care of my rent for the second time.

"If I didn't?"

"Then I will need to heed your great advice, and in doing so, I will make sure to have a conversation with your fiancee that her dream husband is a coward, an ass, and a weasel."

"How am I a coward, an ass, and a weasel?"

"You're a coward for not ending things with her. You are an ass man, and how I know, you keep your eyes fixated on mine. You are a weasel because you are still trying to sex me."

"I am not trying to sex you, Michonne."

"Then what are you holding in your hands, Rick?"

"Nothing." He held his palms up.

My goal was to point out to him if he had my eviction notice in his hands, then maybe I would've believed his ruse for making an unexpected visit.

"You are a weasel!"

"Any louder?"

"Weasel." I lowered my volume.

"God." He scoffed, shaking his head in denial.

"I will tell your future wife. Is that what you wanted to know? Is that your reason for being one step inside of my apartment right now, Rick? Providing me with options because-"

"I don't want any misunderstandings." He insisted.

"So, you do understand what is considered in the fine print?"

"Yes. You've mentioned reporting. I am talking about options."

"Okay."

"Will you have the rent?"

"Are you asking me to predict the future?"

"You were a week late, Michonne. You will have less than a week to have the rent."

"Or?"

"You will need to make some type of arrangements."

"Really?" I tried to size up this valid legal lawful threat tossed my way.

"Really."

There was a very long pause between us. It was pregnant and ready to give birth to some powerful nuggets of truth.

Rick began, "1800, Michonne? It would be obvious to take it out of my account. I can't continue at that price."

"So, it is more about affordability and less about quality?" There was just no way I was going to allow him to downplay my pussy power if he were to veer there.

"Yes."

"What do you suggest?"

Rick's eyes became a darker blue, while his face lit with traces of reds and pinks along his masculine jawline with a splotch on his Adam's apple.

"I don't want to sound too forward, Michonne."

"Am I about to understand why you have been hanging outside my door for the last few days?"

"1800 should have me at a whim level."

"Whim?" His word choice emphasized by me.

"Problem with that?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"My pussy isn't whimsical."

A/N: I am back to juggling. I love MJ and everyone else who has left a review or just views in general. It helps to keep me on my toes or should I say fingers on the keyboard for this story and others. All I Need. Honey Bee (needs a rewrite), He's Banging...

Also, I had failed again with my disclaimer about nonsequential order but if anyone made it this far...you definitely get it by taking in the times the rent has been paid starting with the amount of 200 being the first time sex.