Chapter 8 I think I'm in love with Michael

Chapter eight
Michael is always calm and reserved. He has been like that since our school days. Nothing has ever made him talk like that even when I was accusing him of snatching my girlfriend. The way he talks always makes me jealous. Seems he's losing it. Or he's in love already
"Dude, don't tell me you've just fallen for that stinking underage girl?" I ask, stunned. He's so low. I can never do that. How will I fall for someone of such caliber?
Michael's brow ache went deeper. He moves nearer, with both his hands on my table and a silly smile on his face. I didn't shudder from my sitting position. As far as I can still remember, Michael has more reputation to protect than me. He wouldn't beat me up even though he is much stronger than I am. I seriously don't know why that is. I used to be so strong back in my school days but I've suddenly gone soft to my great disappointment, "You can never really know what falling in love means. You claimed you did then but it's a pity you still haven't gone through the process of actually falling in love. You only wish to have sex with her, just as I've done," he says and chuckles.
I feel huge anger build up in me. I stand quickly, unable to stop myself. I punched him in the face. He has zero right to tell me what I felt back then. He's just being wicked, trying to blame me for what he did. The impact of my blow withdrew blood from his mouth but as usual, he didn't return it.
"Don't you ever use me to feel less guilty, you stinking son of a rat!" I scream at him, really angry now, "You slept with her because you envied me and you still do. That's why you go about monitoring me and poking your nose into my goddamn business!" I could feel the surge of different feelings; anger, pity, frustration! Name them!
He stands straight now. He's neither smiling nor frowning, his face did something in between, "You are always wrong at everything. You will never be able to sit and think about it deeply. And well, love doesn't visit arrogant guys like you," he spits out and turned to walk away. He stopped suddenly but didn't look back at me, "I don't need to fall in love with her to protect her from people like you. That's why people like us seem so different from people like you. We will meet at the party," then he walkout.
I sigh noisily, really frustrated now. What's he saying? I can never stoop so low to love a stinking girl like Jones. Rich people move with rich people. Heck! I'm so angry right now!
I unconsciously scatter the content of the table on the door. Kim rushes in and I look at her for a while, "Never let that goddamn idiot into my office again, ok?!"
"Y_yes sir," Kim answered shakingly.
I'm not going to give up yet. I am going to make Jones pay more. I will give her lots of hardships because of Michael.
Jones
I take another deep breath for the umpteenth time that day. Lots of thoughts collide in my mind in some sort of crazy confusion. I still don't believe it. Why would Michael hug me? Just thinking about it is giving me goosebumps.
That's not the most extraordinary thing he has done for me today. You can't believe Michael brought me home.
I walk out of the spacious bedroom. This place is so remarkable. I only see this kind of bedroom in movies. That brings me to another question which is who is richer between Dave and Michael?
There's a shirt on the bed. My clothes were stained and beyond amendment. So, I think I will be wearing this shirt blouse. I put it on and look at myself in the mirror fastened to the wardrobe door. Everything here speaks of money, I can't wait to have my money and make my bedroom this way. I'm going to buy separate houses for mom and Sam.
My phone rings, suddenly jerking me out of my thoughts. I move toward the bed again and delve into my bag for the phone. I find it, press the receiver, and ease it toward my ear, "Hello"
"Hi, this is Michael," that deep, baritone voice speaks again. I shiver at his voice. I must admit he has a sexy voice too. Everything about him is just so perfect, "I just want to ask if you want a gown or a skirt or trousers, "I didn't grab what he meant the first time but when I thought it through, I discovered he wanted to get me something to wear. Something that will make me look like a female, not this long shirt I'm putting on.
"A skirt is fine," I say slowly, unable to control the beating of my heart. I think I'm seriously crushing on him.
"My maid will give it to you now," he said and the line went off. I shrug and decide to call mom. I bet she would be so worried now. Somehow, I still regret not listening to her. If I'm not so obsessed with my pride, all this would not have happened.
Maybe I should apologize. No, I will apologize. If it's going to settle all the rifts and make this world a better place for me, Sam, and Mom. Then, I will do so.
Before I could even call her line, the door opened and an old lady walked in. I bend my head slightly in a way of greeting her, "Good morning ma"
She smiles, "Good Morning my daughter," she moves nearer, a paper bag in her hand, "I brought you these," she drops them on the bed, "The master said you should come downstairs when you are ready, "I nod positively and watch her smile again before walking out. She seems so happy, smiling like that at me. I shrug slightly and wear the clothes. They fit so well. It's a black high waist jeans skirt with a baby blue shirt.
I just wonder why Michael is so nice to me. No one has ever been so nice to me especially after the incident with Dave. I walk out of the bedroom, downstairs into the spacious sitting room. This place is so breathtaking. It's like a museum, with different important artifacts. This place looks like a palace.
I sight Michael faraday on the sofa. I move closer slowly, afraid of even moving closer to him or staring at him. I can't believe he hugged me.
Michael looked up slowly, startled for a while, his eyes perusing my very self. Then he smile, "I didn't know it would fit so well"
I laugh now, "I was amazed. Thank you, "I manage to look at him now. He has changed into a black tuxedo. He was wearing a blue suit earlier. I guess I must have stained him earlier when he hugged me. And his right face held a circle of red skin. What happened to him there?
He said, "Can we go to work now?"
Mehn! He was waiting for me?
I continue to stare at him unbelievably.
He coughed once, "I had to wait for my assistant. You were supposed to stay close to me and go anywhere I go"
I nod amazingly then I remember something, "Are you ok? What happened to you there," I moved closer unconsciously to touch the spot. He held my hand thereby stopping me in my tracks. He looked deep into my eyes but didn't say a word. Realization suddenly hit in, "Did you go to see Dave?" I don't even know where I got the effrontery from. I mean I'm supposed to stay so calm to my boss. But I can't help thinking I'm the cause of all this or why else will Dave hit Michael. Those two used to be so close. I sign and step back, remembering what I had decided to do. I need to stop this nonsense at once before anyone else gets hurt. It was Sam and mom at first, now it's Michael. It all has to stop, "Can you give me thirty minutes out of my time. There's someone I seriously need to meet, "I look away.
"Is something wrong?"
I shake my head, "I just need to apologize and get it all done with. I should have done it earlier but I didn't want to pull down my pride, "I look up at him now and smile encouragingly at him. I don't know who I'm kidding. I know I'm only trying to encourage myself, "Please just thirty minutes"
Michael sighs and nods," A minute late and you will lose this month's salary, ok?"
I almost barf. What! This month's salary? That's bad but I know I won't be that late would I? I smile, "Deal".
Getting a cab here seems harder than I thought. It's like everyone is running away from me. Once, a chauffeur looked at me all over as if comparing me with the lady in the newspaper or the Tv. Then he said, "I'm sorry. I can't take you there." As if these people are scared of getting on Dave's bad side. Well, I will settle that matter now.
Sam and mom will be so happy when they get called to come back to school. And our life will go back to how it normally was.
When I eventually got a cab, the driver refused to let me get down before Tianshi company. I had to trek some miles. This is so frustrating. I can't wait to go back to my life.
I take a deep soothing breath before walking inside Tianshi company. I'm going to do whatever he wants. The least he can do is tell me to crawl in front of him and I would do it. I'm tired of this dignity giving me troubles I can't handle.
Everyone stares at me but I ignore them. I guess I'm getting so popular these days. So for a while, I have to get used to it.
I walk to the secretary with a huge smile on my face. I'm seriously determined and I won't back down.
The Secretary looks up from what she was doing. Her eyes went dark and then, she smiled slyly.
I ignore her, "I need to see Mr. Dave Margray and I'm so sure he's expecting me"
She stared for a while and suddenly burst into a fresh laugh. I seriously don't know what the heck is so funny to her. I feel like smacking her right now but I have to control myself to make this work out for me. And I have just twenty minutes to get out of here or I will lose this month's salary.
"What did you just say?" I didn't miss the sarcasm in her voice. Seriously, I'm not in the mood for this.
"I want to see Mr. Margray Dave pls. I'm in a hurry"
"Oh," she nodded slightly, her face expressionless, "I will do that now," she says and I nod. I just wish Dave wouldn't add to my punishment. But whatever he asks, I will do. I watch the secretary take the telephone and call someone, "Yeah, do it now!" she commands and I wonder if that's how she talks to Dave. No, she wouldn't dare do that. Something is wrong. Call it intuitive, I need to get out of here now.
Before I could take another step, the images on the TV in front of me suddenly changed. I could see myself talking with the reporters.
Soon, it was like someone was increasing the volume because I can hear myself right now trying to explain to the reporter that I didn't say the nonsense they were asking me about. I glanced at the Secretary and seriously, she's laughing.