After hours of discussing plans with Trevor about ways to get into Steve Haines head, Michael's uninvited visitor finally left and for the first time, Michael and I were alone in his huge mansion of a house and to say I was nervous, was an understatement. I had been alone with Michael so many times before at my own home, but this was different. Not only was I in his territory, but now things were different, we had done the deed for the first time and now, here we were, all alone for the first time since then and I was beyond nervous about how things would be now. I hoped and prayed that things would not be different between us now, and I knew Michael, I knew he wouldn't let this change us, but still in the back of my mind I worried things would be different between us.

I was sitting on Michael's large couch in front of his massive television, Michael had gone to get a shower and left me downstairs alone, just me and his giant movie collection, which made choosing something to watch even more difficult because I had seen most of them. I grabbed his copy of Nelson in Naples and threw it in the dvd player and lounged across the couch, accidently drifting off to sleep.

"Nelson In Naples? I knew I fucking liked you blondie." Michael shouted from the stairs, going silent at the end as he entered the room and realized I had been asleep. "Sorry baby." He whispered as I sat up on the couch, Michael sitting beside me, putting his arm around me and pulling me close to him. He was wearing a plain white t shirt and his boxers and he smelled so clean as I buried my face into his neck. I didn't want to say it, but I was in love with this man, whether I would admit it or not, and I definitely was not going to tell him that, not yet at least. This was not the time or the place to confess my love to him, not with everything that was going on in his life right now. Telling him I was madly in love with him the day after his wife and family left him probably was not the best idea, so instead of telling him I loved him, I figured I could just show him another way. I reached up and kissed him on the cheek pulling him out of his concentration on the movie, I saw the smile spread across his face as I returned to my position on resting my head in his neck. No, I didn't have to tell him I loved him, it seemed like he already knew.

"You know what I'd be doing right now if you weren't here blondie?" Michael asked breaking the silence.

"What would you be doing Mr. De Santa?" I responded.

"I would be sitting here drunk off my ass and watching this same movie with a cigar in my hand, but instead I'm only slightly buzzed," he said pointing to the glass of whiskey he had sitting on the coffee table in front of us, "with a sexy blonde in my arms."

"Which is better Mickey?" I asked grinning up at him, like a school girl, hoping my assumption that I was the better of the choices was right.

"Hmm," He said placing a hand on my ass and giving it a squeeze, "It's a tough choice but I guess this may be a little better." He said jokingly as I gave his arm a playful smack as we both began to laugh. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me over to sit on his lap. "Come sit on Big Daddy's lap." I straddled his lap and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Now Blondie, we need to discuss something very very important," Michael said getting a serious look on his face, making me nervous.

"What is it Michael?" I said leaning back, placing my hands on his shoulder and locking my eyes with his.

"I don't know how to say this," He said trailing off and looking off into space, "What's our sleeping arrangement going to be while you are here?" He said looking back at me with a mischievous grin and a chuckle at how nervous he had made me.

"You asshole!" I said punching him a little bit harder in the arm than I did last time, getting an even bigger laugh out of him as he grabbed his now red arm. .

"You hit harder than I thought! Now let's get down to business here, you can stay in my daughter Tracey's room if you want to, or," He said as he began to trace circles on my hip with one hand and cup my ass with the other, "You can stay with me, in my room baby." He said with a luck of lust in his eyes, a look he knew I could never say no to, not that I wanted to anyways. I pressed my lips against his a snuck my tongue into his mouth, taking him by surprise, and then gently bit his lower lip as I felt him groan against my lips only separating to get air.

"I take that as a yes then baby?" He asked with a slight chuckle, still trying to catch his breath, as I went back for more crashing my lips into his even harder than the time before as Michael began to move his hands up my body, I placed my hands on his jaw and lifted his head up saw his eyes up to meet mine.

"Mikey?"

"Yes baby?"

"Did you really mean what you said earlier, about not wanting me to get involved because I might get hurt?" I asked, after spending hours wondering what he meant by that.

"You're fucking a right I did. I'm not letting anyone hurt you, ever, not as long as I'm around no one is going to fucking hurt you, you got me?" He said, suddenly getting serious with a hint of anger in his voice at the thought of anyone trying to hurt me.

"Why are you so worried about me getting hurt baby?" I asked him as he looked off into space, thinking hard about something.

"Lauren, I've done some fucked up things in my life, terrible fucking things, things that should have killed off my chances of ever getting a girl like you, but here you are right in front of me and I just can't believe it, I keep thinking I must be dreaming or some shit, but here you are," He said pushing my blonde locks behind my ear and stroking my cheek, "Right in fucking front of me and I'm not letting anything change that. I'm not good at that feelings shit, obviously, I mean look at the situation I'm in now with my dear old wife. But Lauren, these days I'm not even sure what love is, but I'm pretty sure this is the closest I've ever come to it, and it feels amazing. You have me feeling alive again for the first time in forever and I'm not doing anything that could change that, until you wise up and realize you can do better than this fat old man." I couldn't form words, I just stared at him with tears in my eyes trying to figure out what to say.

"Mikey, I'm yours as long as you want me, I-I-I love you and I mean that and I'm not going anywhere, you are so perfect to me in every way and I hate it when you say those shitty things about yourself because they aren't true and-" before I could finish Michael's lips were pressed against mine as I felt his hands reach up under my shirt and clutching my breasts, I scraped my nails down his back leaving claw marks at the feeling as Michael broke the kiss.

"Let's take this upstairs baby."