When Susan wakes up after spending the night in the hospital Michael is not there.

Chapter Three

When I awoke several hours later there were flowers all over my room but no Michael. I laid there for a long time trying to decide if I should stay put and do what Michael wants or should I go to work and meet with my new client. I really feel strongly about helping her and I don’t know why. Since I hung up the phone with her I have been waiting anxiously to meet with her and get started on helping her. It is really strange to only talk to someone on the phone and feel such a strong connection for that someone. So against my better judgment I got out of bed and got dressed. Soon I was in a cab on my way to the office. I didn’t want to miss my appointment. When I reached the office it was business as usual. That one thing I can always count on is work, it distracts and keeps normalcy. I snuck past Jarred knowing he would tattle as soon as he saw me. Walking slowly because of the pain I noticed Michael was not in his office. How strange, he wasn’t at the hospital and now he isn’t here, maybe he went home to shower. He is going to be pissed if he knows I checked out of the hospital again. I opened my office door and to my surprise there he was sitting at my desk meeting with my future client Jennifer. I walked in cautiously and walked straight to Jennifer introducing myself.  “Hi, I’m Susan Travis, you must be Jennifer. Thank you for coming, sorry I am late. I was in a car accident last night.” “Michael was just filling me in. Thank you for your help and agreeing to take my case. Michael says he will also be my lawyer. Wow, I can’t believe this finally some good luck,” said Jennifer. “Susan is new here and with the accident I thought she could use my help, but if you would be more comfortable with just Susan, I will be ok either way,” said Michael. “No, no I would love to have you both the more the merrier. Besides I want to do what ever will get me my child back,” said Jennifer. “Great, we will be in touch as soon and we complete the research and file the motion in court,” he said as he stood and shook her hand. “Thank you, Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me. I have been trying for over two years to get my child back and now I finally feel I might actually have a chance now,” said Jennifer with tears running down her cheeks and hugging us both. Without saying anything to Michael, I showed Jennifer to the lobby and said goodbye to her, I left the office without another word. I decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator because I knew Michael would check the elevator first. It would take me a long time to walk down all those stairs because of how sore I am but I wanted to avoid Michael at all costs. As soon as I made it down the first flight of stairs tears started to fall down my cheeks. I can’t believe this, he high-jacked my first case. I am so upset. I finally made it to the main floor and exited the building, the fresh air felt great when the gusts of wind hit me. I walked down the street not knowing where to go or what to do, I feel so betrayed, I feel like he has no faith in me, was I just hired to be a convenient piece if ass. I am so confused. I continued walking down the street and before long I was at the park walking through the trails. When I felt far enough away from the real world I stopped at the first bench that came my way and sat there. Sitting there I cried, re-playing everything over and over in my head, my sad childhood, the death of my parents, and this betrayal from Michael. I love him so much, how could he do this to me. I really don’t understand anything anymore. My life is just a series of sadness and disappointments. It must have been a couple of hours because it seemed to be getting dark. Realizing I shouldn’t be in the park alone after dark I hurried out of there and started to walk home. Still feeling completely lost I stumbled along until I reached my neighborhood. When I reached my house, waiting for me was Michael. He was sitting on the porch and he was not happy. Walking past him I put my key in the door opening it and walking in. I didn’t say anything to him but gestured for him to come in. Immediately walking into my bedroom to change out of my two day old clothes and went to run a bath.  Waiting for the water to rise I climbed in and closed my eyes, trying to wash away the stress of the last two days when Michael finally came in to sit with me. Knowing my eyes were red and swollen I kept my face turned away from hoping he would not notice. Finally I build up enough courage to ask him, “What are you doing here?” “What do you mean what I am I doing here? I have been looking for you all day. Where were you?” he asked sounding slightly frantic. “I went for a walk in the park, I needed to think.” I said. “What is the matter with you, why would you just leave like that and say nothing to me before you walked out of there, what were you even doing there? I told you not to worry about work that I would handle it for you” he yelled. “I see that, you had everything under control. You even took over my first case” I said with fresh tears falling down my face. I turned my face again as to hide what I was feeling, knowing very well Michael could see right through what I was trying to do. “What the hell are you talking about? I was trying to help. I knew you wanted to help that lady and I didn’t want you to feel like you let her down. You are very sensitive about these things,” he replied.  “The key word is that I wanted to help that lady, by myself, not with a chaperone,” I explained. “God you are infuriating, I can’t do anything right with you” he said sounding completely defeated. Michael started to leave. “Wait! Why don’t you join me in the bath, we can fight tomorrow, when you make me breakfast in bed, after all you did give me the week off, unless that is no longer what you want,” I said knowing it would hit a nerve with him.  Within a blink of an eye he was naked and in the tub without even having to thinking about it. “Do you want to wash my back?” I asked with a smile. We shifted spots and Michael began washing my back and breasts. “I only asked you to wash my back not my breasts,” I said jokingly. Finally he laughed and started to kiss my neck. He finally started to relax some which made things a lot easier between us. He massaged my back and continued to rub every inch of my body. He is always so considerate with me. I wish could just trust him, but my past has taught me that trust is a weakness I cannot afford. Michael turned me over so we were facing each other and started kissing me, not just my lips every inch of my face, neck and chest were littered with his mouth. I could feel his arousal and I wanted more, but he was holding back. I started to massage his body as he had with mine spending a considerable amount of time between his legs. I could tell he was ready for more but was waiting for us to get out of the tub. I got up and reached for my towel and started to dry my body, he was standing in seconds taking over this job. He is the most generous lover I have ever had, he always wants to make sure I am taken care of and completely satisfied. We were completely water logged when we got out of the tub and went to my bed to finish what we’d started. Before I could make another move, Michael was kissing his way past my belly button and was teasing the inside of my thighs. He kissed and nibbled and went in for a taste. He was pleasuring me and taking little teasing nibbles, when all of a sudden he got up and walked over to the window and was looking outside. Feeling a little shunned I rolled over and was pretending that I was going to sleep, when he came at me from behind, without any warning he was inside me and taking me to new heights of pleasure, god he is an amazing lover. He knows exactly how to please me like he has known my body for a life time but just as I was getting close to coming he pilled out and went to the window again. This time I was not going to let him get away with it. I got up and walked over to him, in front of my window and started kissing his body, I worked my way down to his impressive body and started to go down on him. Looking into his eyes waiting for his pleasure to increase and of course it did, I suddenly pulled away and walked back to my bed only I didn’t have to wait because he was right there to continue our love making. I lay there on my back and slightly spread my legs inviting him into my body. He gently guided himself into me and with every thrust I could feel his warmth and intense passion. He turned me over and once again he was in me thrusting carefully and precisely. Not long after we were both moaning and screaming in pleasure as we climaxed in unison and collapsed onto my bed. “Wow” we both said in unison. “If this is how it’s going to be every time we have make-up sex I will argue with you forever.” I said in a whisper in his ear as I nibbled. “You better stop or I will need a round two,” he said kissing me back. “Sex with you is too good to be a threat,” I said as I nibbled on his neck. He pulled away suddenly and walked over to the window again. “What do you keep looking at?” I asked him. “Nothing really,” he said still looking out the window. I got up to join him naked at my window seat feeling a little greedy for his body and knowing he is not being quite honest with me. I wonder what he really is thinking did he hear something out there. He rapped his arms around me and just held me and kissed me on my lips. As always we continued to make love until we were too exhausted to keep our eyes open any longer so we fell into a deep sleep. For once no dreams came.

After the accident the truth begins to surface, Tragedy is never far.

As I woke up everything started to come into focus I turned my head and there was Michael sitting there in the chair resting his head on my bed sleeping. He was even holding my hand. Not knowing how long I have been asleep or what time it was. I took my free hand and ran my fingers through his hair. Michael started to stir and with a smile on his face, he looked at me and said, “Hi, sleepy head, your awake, I was so worried about you, your car was totaled, and you were unconscious! How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Do you want me to get the nurse?” “No, I think I just want to go home, and rest,” I said. “You can’t!  The doctor said you have a head injury and need to be observed over night, I will not allow anything further happen to you, you mean too much to me,” exclaimed Michael. “Can you be the one to observe me? I would much rather have you as my nurse,” I said giving him the most charming smile possible.  “I am sorry but I have no training to help you if something bad were to happen,” said Michael. “Please, I am begging you I hate hospitals, they remind me of death and sick people dieing of horrible diseases like cancer. Plus everything bad always happens at hospitals you go to the hospital to have minor surgery and wake up missing a leg. I hate the smell of hospitals, it reminds me of past memories of hospitals and I can’t handle being here! If you don’t want to watch over me I will just check myself out against medical advice and go home having no one check over me that way if I have some sort of reaction there will be no one there to help me,” I said doing my best to make him feel guilty. “You can’t do that, I will not allow it,” said Michael. “You have no say in what I choose to do, we aren’t married nor do you own me,” I said throwing a jab at Michael. “Are you kidding me? Why are you being so difficult? I need to know you are safe and out of danger. Why can’t you understand that staying overnight at the hospital is the safest place for you under these circumstances,” he said.  “Michael, I feel fine, I am a little sore but nothing is wrong with me! Please Michael you don’t understand how bad this is for me, please get me out of here, I don’t want to have to go home alone. I would much rather be with you and have you take care of me, you know there is nothing really wrong with me,” I said begging him. While I was waiting for Michael to respond I thought about another childhood memory this time it wasn’t like before at the office, this was one I dreamt about quite often. When I was little my step mother had cancer. We spent months in the hospital while she received cancer treatments. I hated this place, the smells and sick people everywhere affected me. I could feel the pain everyone felt. It was extremely overwhelming and scary as a child. I realize I am no longer a child but those feelings never go away they haunt you like a bad dream you wake from and can’t quite shake. Before I could continue to protest Michael caved in saying, “Fine, I will take you to my place, but if you even act funny at all I am taking you back to the hospital, are we clear?” Smiling, I shook my head in agreement because I knew I had won this discussion.

Michael checked me out of the hospital as I requested and took me to his place. On the way there we stopped at the pharmacy and picked up some pills and ice cream. He is being so quiet and uptight I could not stand it. I feel like a burden, maybe I should call a cab when he falls asleep. As soon as we got to his house I went straight to Michael’s bed where he waited on me hand and foot. I love that he is so tender and caring, but hate feeling this way. I have always been very independent even as a child I never needed much. Soon Michael joined me in bed and just held on to me as if I was going to disappear. I looked at Michael and said “What gives? I am fine and you are acting like I am going to vanish.” “Susan, I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you, EVER.” “I appreciate your caring for me, but I am not breakable,” I said trying to sound like I meant it. “Define breakable? Because from where I sit you look incredibly breakable, you are bruised head to toe and your face is burned from the air bag. Also you are excused from work for the next week,” he said with conviction. “I can’t, I just started and I have an appointment with a pro-bono case tomorrow at noon, I can’t miss it this lady really needs my help!” “Susan, you are in no condition to see clients, and tomorrow when you wake up you will feel even worse, I will have Jarred reschedule your day and mine. This way I can be with you until you are well.” “I will be fine tomorrow and don’t you think it will look funny if you and I both miss the same days, I don’t want everyone to think I got this job because I am sleeping with you,” I responded sounding incredibly mean. “I don’t care what people think of us, I want everyone to know about us, for some reason you don’t and it’s very frustrating,” he said while resting his face in his hands. “I want people to know I am a talented lawyer not think of me as a whore who fucks the boss to get a job,” as I said it I immediately wanted to take it back. “Susan, I can’t believe you just said that.” Michael promptly got up and walked out of the bedroom slamming the door. I got up from the bed, got dressed and started to leave, but made it as far as the door before I collapsed.

Once again, I woke up in the hospital. Michael was there, except instead of sleeping he was pacing my room and very mad. Looking at him I asked him to lay with me. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes. “What’s wrong? Why are you so mad at me?” I asked, knowing well what he was mad about. “You were going to sneak out of my house,” he said. “Yes” I responded “Why would you be so careless?” exclaimed Michael with the most tortured look on his face that it broke my heart. “I am sorry, you were so mad I didn’t want to be more of a burden for you.” “Stop this you act like no one should care about you. Why do you constantly question my feelings for you? I LOVE YOU DAMMIT!” “Michael, please calm down and lay with me, I am sorry, and I do love you too,” I said trying to reassure him. Suddenly he came over to me and climbed in my hospital bed. The he kissed me tenderly taking care of my sore body and face. This was the first time either of us ever said our feelings out loud, I kind of new this was the truth but never thought things would be this way with us. My accident sure shook him up. I hope it didn’t make him feel like he had to say that, just because he was scared. God I wish I could just stop thinking sometimes and just feel what I want to feel. But my stupid mind will never shut up. I pulled away from Michael and told him once again that I loved him and I wanted him to go home and get some rest. He refused of course, knowing I would leave as soon as he did. Soon my body relaxed and I gave in to the power of him. Having all these crazy feelings that I can’t seem to control is so very confusing and scary. I can’t seem to control anything when it comes to Michael. In all my life I have never actually told any man I have been with that I loved them and I am certain that I have never felt like this with anyone else. I love this man he is all I think about, he is my obsession. Shortly after exhaustion from the days events took over and I fell asleep. I dreamt about that same vision I had of my childhood. It played the whole scene over again. Only this time it was from my dad’s point of view. He was scared for me, like my mom was dangerous. Before he died he never would talk about the past, but I always felt as though there was something he was hiding from me. Looking into my past is sure to lead to heart ache if I start digging up a dead mans secrets. I think for now I will just focus on my career and Michael with any luck the rest will fall into place. 

Here are the next pages. More Chaos and Confusion.

As soon as we were finished making love, we got dressed, Michael kissed me again and I wanted to repeat the whole episode, but instead I opened my private door and went to my office. Feeling slightly ashamed for just having sex with my boss in his office I can’t help but think about how wonderful his body felt on me and in me. God I am terrible. I started my new job and screwed my boss in the first hour. What is wrong with me? I can’t get enough of him. Well I guess I should pull my head out of the gutter and get some work done after all I am trying to prove myself. After hours of going through pro-bono files one finally caught my eye. The file states that the client’s child was taken away by the father and she needs help getting her daughter back. For the last two years she has been trying to get her daughter back but has no money for a good lawyer. Picking up the phone I decide to call her and hopefully set up meeting. Dialing her number I feel some excitement when a woman answers on the first ring saying, “Hello.”  “Hi is Jennifer there?” I asked. “This is she” the woman says. “My name is Susan Travis with the Law offices of Smith and Sellers, and I would like to talk to you about your case.” Jennifer immediately started crying. She told me a little of her story and asked for my help. I told her I would like to meet her in person tomorrow at noon, she said she would not miss it for the world and thanked me for taking an interest in her case. After hanging up the phone I decided to order the court documents. I should have them in the morning and be able to review them before she arrives. Finally I am going to be able to help someone, what a wonderful feeling. For my entire internship I worked on cases that were all greed and sex so I am very excited that I will be able to finally help someone that may actually deserve it. I can’t wait until tomorrow. Daydreaming I stare out my office windows and found myself drift off into a childhood memory that I had long forgotten. It appears that I maybe four or five, but I can’t be certain. I am in a judge’s chamber. There’s know one but me and this stranger I new to be the judge. He kept asking me questions, questions that made me very sad. I started crying. The judge kept telling me not to worry that everything was going to be ok and that he would make sure to get to the bottom of this. Back then I wasn’t old enough to really grasp what he was implying nor did I truly understand what was going on, but now as an adult I completely understood. This was the interview that took me away from my mother. A sudden sadness came over me I couldn’t quite understand. Why now was I remembering this childhood trauma, I never even knew happened but yet I know this memory is true? Suddenly, this memory or vision was over and I was looking at my clock and the day was basically over. I had been out of it for at least three hours, how scary. What is wrong with me? I never daydream, if that is what just happened. The day was over but I feel as though I didn’t accomplish enough. Just as I was getting ready to leave Michael entered my office and asked me, “Why so glum?” “I was just thinking about this case I might take. It’s a pro-bono child custody case. This lady is trying to get her child back from her ex-husband.” “Susan, you should take things easy your first week, and get used to your new office, don’t take on too much, I don’t want you getting burnt out with these type of cases they almost never end well. But that’s not why I came in here, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to dinner with me,” he asked with his usual intensity. I new if I said no I would get the riot act. So, I said “Yes, of course, but let me clean up this mess I made of my desk and I will be ready to go.”  Michael left my office and said he would meet me at our cars. Suddenly I had another vision like I did earlier only physically more intense. There is a woman, I think she is my biological mother she is crying in the court room, it must be the day I was taken away from her. She ran over to me as I was leaving the court room and she screamed, “Susie I love you with all my heart, I will never stop fighting for you, please don’t ever forget me.” Startled by this latest vision I got up from my desk and walked out of my office shutting off the lights. Feeling a little numb from the emotionally draining visions I’ve had today I walked into the elevator and forgot to push the floor button. Suddenly a voice startled me saying, “Are you going up or down?” I looked up and it was Jarred, “Oh, I’m sorry, I spaced off.” “Don’t worry about it, but what floor do you need?” “Parking structure floor 3,” I said still completely distracted and lost in thought. Waiting for the elevator to come to my level, I turned to Jarred and said good bye when to elevator door opened, then slowly I walked to my car. Michael was waiting for me outside my car, looking a little concerned. “What took you so long? I was going to come back up to your office and drag you out of there, I have been standing her for over thirty minutes!” he said showing some irritation, but shaking it off as fast as he showed it. “Sorry, I got a little distracted, but I’m all yours now!”  We drove separately to the restaurant so we could leave separately if need be. Michael picked the booth in the back for privacy. This area of the restaurant is for high profile patrons, its set up to be completely private, we could do almost anything we wanted and no one would notice nor care. It was a beautiful setting with candle light and red roses. Michael loves to buy me flowers red roses in particular. Dinner was brought to me the second I sat at the table. He always knows exactly what I like to eat but never orders anything for himself. I always feel weird eating all this food and him eating nothing. Tonight he had a dark red wine that looked both rich and expensive, I asked him for a drink. “No, you definitely don’t want a drink of this it is not for you,” he said. Teasingly, I asked him “Why not?” He said, “Just trust me!” Feeling that I should drop the subject and just enjoy his company, I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled into his chest once again taking in his amazing fragrance. As always Michael was most definitely keeping something from me, he is always so secretive. I love that though. Hopefully our relationship can be in the open and not so secret, before the complications of it destroys our relationship. We fell into easy conversation about work and life in general but I knew our evening would soon come to an end.  As if Michael was sensing what I was thinking, he asks, “Susan, are you planning to go to your house or mine tonight?”  “I’m not sure, do you want me to come home with you or do you have some other plans after were done here,” I said knowing he would laugh.  “You are all I can handle in my world,” Michael said with a smile on his face. Blushing, I leaned in kissed him not caring who could possibly see. “I would love to spend the night with you, as long as my boss doesn’t get jealous!” I said teasing him. Laughing together we got up from the table hand in hand and walked to our cars. When we reached my car Michael pushed me against the car and kissed me, meanwhile his hands were all over my body. He was kissing me and teasing me everywhere. I pulled away because suddenly there was an audience. “We better go before we end up on Youtube,” I whispered into his ear as I nibbled on it. “My place” was all he could say. I got in my car smiling feeling excited about this sexy man I am involved with and started to drive over to Michael’s house. 

Chapter Two

The drive to Michael’s house is about fifteen minutes from the restaurant. The entire time all I could think about is being with Michael, he fascinates me, we can talk all night long and making love to him is better than any treat in the world. It is completely impossible to stop thinking about him. The entire drive I spaced off asking myself self questions like: I wonder where this relationship is going, I feel like he is the future I dreamed about as a young girl. Michael fills my every waking moment with thoughts of a future dreams are made of. The anticipation of our future is killing me I can’t wait to see what is next for us or if we will even have a future together. I came to a four way stop and proceed cautiously when suddenly a black car ran the stop sign smashing into my driver side door shattering glass everywhere and pushing me into on coming traffic where another car hit me head on. My head smashed into the air bag with a puff of smoke that made me cough I leaned back in the seat to survey my damages, tears were running downs my face and taking with them the blood from a head wound. My head is bleeding, my back hurts, but all in all it could be a lot worse. I reached for the door handle but my door was so badly smashed I could not open the door. I unfastened my seatbelt and attempted to climb over to the passenger seat, but there were people everywhere telling me to hold still and saying that an ambulance is on its way. The fear on their faces scared me but it was torture to see the fear in Michaels eyes, I don’t believe I have ever seen him so worried in the entire time I have known him, I must be hurt worse then I think. But worst of all is waiting for help to arrive it was torture being trapped in my car because I was starting to feel claustrophobic. Finally I could hear help coming.  Sirens were blaring, lights where flashing and everything became to overwhelming, and then everything went black.