I'm Still Here: Sequel For 'Step Daddy No'

Chapter 15

But I'll have to, and he knows it too.

"Well...". He breathe out and let hold off me.

"...Pick what you want to wear and let's go".

"Are you sure your gonna be ok?" I asked. He arc an eyebrow.

"Why not?"

"Your gonna see me naked". I said moving the racks one after the other to see what I want to wear.

"It wouldn't be the first time". I stopped and gaped at him, but he just smirked at me.

"Screw you". I said and focused on what I wanna wear. Nice.

I see a skirt, the kind that danced whenever the wind blows. I like it, but I'm not sure if its what I wanna wear yet.

"I'd love to". He replied smugly.

"Just stop it".

"Stop what?" I look at him nonchalantly.

"I prefer you not so naughty. That's what I'm used to".

"Its been five years bella. Things changed. But I wasn't a coward back then. You just wasn't ready capiche?"

"Hm capiche". I wonder if I should put this pants on. I don't really like skirts, but it looks good. I just might put it on. Oh I forgot to mention shoes. Damn those shoes. I was gonna walk where the shoes are but remembered that I hadn't look for any blouse yet and turned back. I glanced at Michael and see him admiring me with a smile on his face and hand in his pockets. F*ck I love it when he stand like that. It troubles my hormones.

"Just like that?"

"Just like what?" I inquired skimming through the blouses. Oww I like this one. They're so B.E.A.utiful.

"I thought you were gonna complain or something like that". I stopped and look at him.

"I'm a grown woman now...". I walked closer to him and lay my hand on his perfect jaw.

"...And I don't wanna fight with you any longer. Its full time, don't you think?" He smile.

"I wish you'd say this four years ago". He sadly said. Huh?

"Is something wrong?" I asked with curiosity wanting to know why he said it, then removed my hand.

"Its just that. . .I met someone". My heart skipped a beat and it wasn't because of love, it was because of shock.

"Oh Um. . .good for you then". I said and just picked a blouse not caring whether I liked it or not.

"So are you ready to see the rest of this place?" No I think I'll put this one back. I wanna where something with sleeve.

"Akeilia".

I don't like this one. . .nor this one. . .this one is ugly. . .I hate this one. Damn I hate all of them!

"Akeilia".

"What!" I yelled now distracted from crucifying the beautiful clothes.

"I'm talking to you".

"Not interested". I turn around again moving hangers, but I'm not really looking at them. Just thinking of the fact that he has someone else when I'm here wishing to be his, needing to be his, aching to be his. Seems as if I'm the one who's in love. He isn't in love with me and it hurts. No wonder he didn't tell me back, because he's in love with someone else.

My breathing hitched and my eyes widen after I feel his huge hands hold my hands and put them at my side, then he snaked his hands around me, lacking my hands at my sides, but not tight enough to hurt my wound.