Okay my readers, i need to know your take on Michael? Frankly because i like him alot. When i right about him and Ana together i feel as if i'm writing another story than when I'm writing about Ana and Christian. I really dont want Christian and Michael to meet because i dont want them to fight and for one of them to loose. I think from the way both charecters are potrayed they will both win, but every fight needs a loser, and i can't have that. Also should i make them have sex again, or just kiss? Do you guys want him in the story, or should i cut him out? Please help my foggy mind. I would love suggestions, and ideas for the fture chapter please.

Michael? Oh my gosh, this is exactly what I need after that big show with Christian. What if he actually comes in? Knowing Christian that's exactly what he would do. Oh well it serves him right. What a hypocrite giving me all this shit about sleeping with someone when he wasn't out praying to god.

I stop ranting to myself and decide to take my mind off of Christian and pick up the phone.

"Speaking of the devil." I can hear him chuckle, and loud music in the background.

"Speaking of me so soon are we. Go ahead; tell me what you were saying about me?"

I roll my eyes at the audacity of this man. He is something.

"Oh nothing Michael just how I had the sex of my life with you."

"Yea that's what you were saying. Surly it was a solid ten."

"8.5."

"Ouch. It's okay keep denying your undying love for me. I know your just wishing you can find a way back in my pants. No need baby, I am here to put you out of your misery and invite you out with me tonight."

"I rather play in traffic."

"Feisty now are we. I bet I have just the thing that can fix that. It has to do with you, and me, and my little friend in you."

"Full of ourselves are we? Like I said, I rather play in traffic."

"Oh come on you little brooder. What could be so important that you can't come out with me?"

"Let's see. How about spending a day puking my brains out for spending the night sleeping with a sarcastic ass face that is too full of himself, and obviously thinks with his dick."

"Wow, sounds like my kind of friend."

"Yep he is like your twin."

"Obviously not or you would of added smooth, incredibly hot, and great in bed."

"Ha-ha funny Michael, such a comedian."

"I mean I try. So I'll be picking you up at six."

"No Michael. I've had enough shit to deal with all I want to do is soak in a nice hot bath."

"On second thought I think I'll take your option, and help you scrub your back."

"Or, you can forget that we ever met, and just o on with your life."

"And leave you to become depressed and regretting ever letting me go? Sorry, this is for your own good. Now get your fine ass dressed and ready to go. Or I can just come and get you no matter what your wearing and drag you out over my shoulder if you want. It's your choice really?"

"You're not taking no for an answer are you?"

"Now you're getting it, be there at six."

And with that he hangs up the phone. Smug bastard. I chuckle and decide to change. He obviously won't let this go, and I really could use another night out, no matter how bad the last one was. I know this is such a bad decision, I'm acting like a slut but I just can't think right now.

I'm feeling like life's not going the way I planned, and I'm trying to be what everyone else wants me to be, and I'm not having fun. We only live once, so why am I dealing with all this drama at such a young age? I should be having fun while I can.

FUCK! I don't even have clothes to wear. Now what? I look at the clock and it says 5:20. Well there is a mall downstairs so I can go pick something up down there. I grab my purse and cautiously open the door.

I guess Christian decided not to come up to my room after all. I quickly dash down stairs, and find the mall. The first store in sight that I can afford is H&M. I enter it and easily find black skinny jeans, leather knee high boots, and a navy blue tank with a leather jacket. It was on the mannequin I saw in the center of the store and I absolutely adored it.

With a total cost of $50.43 plus tax, I got the outfit, and left the mall, and head back to my room, I spot Rosalie going on the same elevator as me, minus Christian. Well at least he is not with her. As I take my spot adjacent to her, I wait for the elevator to arrive.

"Hello Rosalie, I'm glad to see you don't have a smirk on your face anymore."

I don't see any trace of anger or bitchy in her face as she answers me.

"Ana look, I didn't mean to laugh, I just… it comes out when I'm nervous."

"Glad to know. But do you mind telling me why you were nervous?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Enlighten me."

A loud ping catches are attention, and we enter the elevator.

"I just… look Ana there is really no reason for you to be upset with Christian, I am his wife. If anything it is I who should be mad at either of you, but I'm not. Plus if you really did love Christian, you wouldn't have slept with another man."

I stare at her completely speechless. Everything that came out of her mouth is 100 percent true, but frankly I'm not in the best mood to play nice, and be the bigger man.

"Well I'm glad you feel so free to state your fucking opinion. I was drinking and upset and I do regret it, but he was the one who came at me when he was not Mr. Innocent, so maybe you should be speaking to him."

"I'm sorry but my husband is nowhere to be found. And he is nowhere in the wrong if anything you are just a home wrecker. Christian loves me; he proved it to me last night. Maybe your just better off being with your guy friend who you oh so kindly rubbed in his face. Because as far as I'm concerned Christian is no longer your concern, neither are you to him. It is unfortunate what you went through but that's history, why can't you just let it go? If the roles were reversed how would you feel, because I know how it feels and I'd be damned if I lose him without a fight."

Little bitch. I stare at Rosalie trying to contemplate everything that happened, but cannot find anything wrong with what she said. I can't even find a comeback. YES YOU CAN ANASTASIA THAT IS YOUR MAN; YOU BETTER FIGHT FOR HIM ASWELL.

"I'm sorry you see it that way but me and Christian go way beyond second choice. How about first love? I showed him he can love, I made him the man you fell in love with today, like you said unfortunately we were deprived of our love. Yes WE. He settled for you because of the fact that he thought I was dead. However I am not and the only thing that kept me living was the hope that I can see Christian again. So I too will be damned if I let him go without a fight. Game on bitch."

The elevator pings again with our decadent and I make my way to my room, without looking back at Rosalie. People these days and the things they say amaze me. Three years ago I only had to deal with the bitch troll Elena, but obviously that is not the case.

I head in the room, and quickly get dressed. At five fifty five I head down and wait for Michael. With one minute to six he is there, and looking more beautiful than ever.

He gets out of the car and approaches me. With his leather jacket, white T, black jeans and combat boots he looks delicious.

"Michael."

"Ana. You look stunning if it isn't obvious. Maybe I'll be getting into your pants earlier than expected."

He winks and arches a brow.

"Yea dream on. Yesterday was a free pass, and an only pass."

"Don't be too sure Anastasia; my persuasion skills never fail me, even without the influence of alcohol."

"Well I'm sorry to tell you that they will fail you tonight."

"You really know how to kill an ego. Your lack of confidence in me really hurts."

"Awww, too bad."

"I can see someone is sexually frustrated and only after one night. God you work fast."

"Yep, and it's because my needs weren't fulfilled enough.":

"Gosh Ana, if you want to have sex with me again all you have to do is ask. And I will say yes. No need to sugar coat things."

I playfully hit him and enter his car before saying, "You're an ass."

"And you have a mighty fine one baby."