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The Tempter Pt. 2(Mature era)(18+)

(In the morning - Y/n's POV)

I sat here lightly pacing in Michaels dressing room, waiting for him to get here. I was up all night thinking about what I saw on his phone. I felt completely disgusting AND disgusted. I never knew the sweetest person on earth could be such a cheater and it's worse that I was involved in that.

Finally, Michael walked in the door. I instantly folded when I saw him. All I could think about was the way he fucked me in the studio yesterday.
He hung his coat up before he made his way over to his vanity. He sat down his phone before he sat in the seat.

He's awfully quiet..I hope nothing happened. Does he regret last night?
I started overthinking horribly. I walked over to the vanity and opened the makeup kit they had assigned over to me. I grabbed a light fluffy brush and dabbed it in a powder that was his caramel complexion.

I tapped the extra dust off and held it up to Michaels cheek but before I started he grabbed my wrist.

"Wait..we have to talk.." he said. My heart started racing.

"S...sure Michael. What is it?" I asked hesitantly. He sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"What we did last night...was very unprofessional. And when I say we I mean me. And another thing....I have a wife...she cheated on me countless times so I thought the only way for me to get even was to do it back but that doesn't make it right." What he said shattered me but I had strong composure due to being used to these kinds of situations.

They say they love you then they want to leave. So overrated.

I just looked in his eyes. They were sad and guilty. I didn't say anything I just looked at the brush in my hands. I lightly dabbed the powder on the side of his jaw line all the way up to the side of his forehead. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to say something?" He asked. I began to get irritated at his ignorance. How the hell CAN I say something after you just dumped that on me?

I looked back into his eyes for a second.
I glanced down between us before I started dabbing the other side of his face. He suddenly grabbed my wrist roughly, causing the brush to fly out of my hand. It landed on the side of my foot. I scoffed while furrowing my eyebrows.

"What?" I said in a irritated tone.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked once again.

"What is there to say? She cheated then you cheated. I understand she made you mad and you wanted to get back at her but you're right, it doesn't change anything. It's more fucked up that you dragged me into your shit." I lashed out. He looked taken back from my out lash.

I lightly shook my head. I bent down and picked up the brush. When I got back up to put more powder on the brush Michaels phone began to ring. The caller ID named "Wifey❤️" was calling. I grabbed his phone and gave it to him.

"It's for you" I said with a sarcastic smile. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my mini purse. I gave him some privacy and went to the back dressing room that was made for me. It wasn't too long before I heard footsteps coming up behind me.

"Baby please..." he said. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not your baby. Your wife is." I turned around to face him. He had tears in his eyes. I began to feel bad. He made his way over to the couch. Once he sat down he dug his face in his hands. I walked over to him and sat down. I rubbed his back.

"I'm so sorry..I'm just so lovesick. She told me plenty of times that she never loved me but I didn't want to believe it. Then when I met you I felt something different. A feeling so unusual." He said with a sniffle. I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.