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Fake Wife 2
Author's note on the bottom! ;) That morning is still very... Strange for me. Because not only did I wake up, curled up with Michael naked, but was also very, very sore in areas I'd forgotton could get sore. When I awoke, I froze, unsure of what exactly to do. Should I yell at Michael to get his hungover ass outta my room? Or should I just get up, change into some clothes, and act like nothing happened. I chose the second, and slowly peeled Michael's arm from my gut. He mumbled something under his breath and completely turned over. I got up, and hobbled over to my dresser, and pulled out underwear, a bra, and a night dress thing. I walked over to the door, and pulled it shut behind me. I held of to the wall for support, as I somehow managed to get over to my bathroom. I took a long shower, got dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. "Good morning," Michael said as I walked in, I stopped walking and paled. Oh god. "So, would you like some beacon and eggs? I'll fry some up for ya if you want." He sounded sweet... Too sweet. "No thanks, I'll stick to my cereal." I muttered, and slowly walked over to the cabnet. "Here, let me help." Michael said, standing up and reaching over me to grab a bowl and the cereal. "Thanks..." I said, getting even paler. God, I thought for sure I was gonna puke. I was so nervous and felt like something bad was gonna happen. Don't ask why, it was just one of those intsinctual, feel with your gut type feelings. "How'd you sleep?" He asked, and the sound of his voice made me jump. "Alright... You?" Come on, keep your cool, I thought to myself. "I was comfy, then the most weird thing happened. Guess what it was?" Sarcasm was dripping off of his every word. "Erm... Liz came by to give you a surprise visit?" I replied, but I sounded hollow and fake. Here it comes... "No, I woke up in your room. But you know what was even weirder?" I turned away from him, and pretended like I was busy at the sink. "Michael, listen, I can expl-" "What was weird was," He paused, letting his words sink in, " I was naked, and all alone. Weird right?" I could start to hear the maliace in his voice. "Please listen, we were both drunk, and-" "Don't. Lie. To. Me." He growled. I turned around, both scared and turned on by his anger. That's bad, right? "I'm not lying! We were drunk! And you and I both know that if either one of us is sober while the other one's drunk we wouldn't even think to-" I yelled at him. He cut me off. "You took advantage of me in a way that was NOT part of the deal." He snarled, furious fire burning in his eyes. "This whole marrage is us taking advantage of eachother! You for your publicity's sake, and me for my career! I never wanted to have sex with you! And you never wanted to have sex with me! We live on seprate sides of the house, and the only time we actually talk is when we go to some god awful dinner, and you ask me to pass the salt! None of this is real!" I felt my face getting red, and I knew that I struck a cord with Michael. "Fine, if that's how you feel." Michael said, suddenly deflated. I watched him as he walked out of the kitchen, shoulders slumped over. "Men! No, not men, Michael!" I yelled at nothing, frustrated and mad. I hurled the bowl at the wall, and getting some pleasure to see it shatter. I ran upstairs to my room, ignoring the pain that shot through my legs, and plopped down into my bed. I nuzzled my face into my pillow. I decided I was done for the day, until that damn award show that night. Whew! That was a fun one to write! Thanks to all the voters, you made my day! Also, expect one every night until I either run outta ideas or I forget. So yeah, hoped you liked it, vote, comment, review! ~Molly
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