Who is it

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(One month later)

Michael sat in the single couch in the corner of his bedroom, with a sketching utensil and a wide sketchbook in his hands. Every second or two he would glance up from the sketchbook and look at Denise, whose mind was lost in a book she borrowed from his library.

She giggles on the inside at what occurs in the book then cuts her eyes to Michael."What are you drawing?"

He gave a small smile and shook his head, moving the tip of the utensil over the thick paper, sketching out the last details of his artwork."Don't move."

She turns a page, bobbing her head."Yes, sir."

He placed the sketching utensil down and ran his fingers over his masterpiece.

He checks closely for any missing detail that is needed then says sweetly,"Come here, baby."

She closes the book, hops off the bed and walks over to him. She gasps at what took only an hour for him to sketch, which was her dressed in only his shirt, lying on her back with her left leg bent and her right leg over it. Her dark hair was a wild mess but he managed to make it look shiny and gorgeous. A book was in her hands and she had a very concentrated look on her face.

"Oh my God, Michael." She whispers, lost for words.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it." She runs the tip of her fingers over it."It's beautiful."

He slightly smiles then closes the sketchbook and sets it down. He stands and stretches his arms out before wrapping them around her and pulling her to the bed.

He hovered his half naked body over hers and pressed himself against the front of her body. He rolls over so she could straddle his lap and she leans down to kiss around his neck.

Somehow her eyes connect with the digital clock on his nightstand and she instantly flies off of him.

"Oh shit!" She hissed to herself."I'm gonna be late to work!"

Michael sat up and watched her fling off his shirt and dress back into her shirt, skirt, and sandals.

He grabs her arms."Please, stay."

She groans, pulling away from him."You know I can't miss a day, Michael."

He gets on his knees and tightly hugs her waist."You can, baby."

A small smile stretched onto her lips as she tried to push him off of her."No. I really can't, Michael."

"Baby, I need you." He begged and she threw her head back.

She placed her hands on his head and tilted it back so he could look up at her."Why do you always do this when it's time for me to leave?"

"Because I don't want you to."

Her heart melts.

She sighs when he placed his head against her stomach."I'll be back."

"Denise..." He groans into her stomach.

"I'm sorry, I can't play hooky, honey."

He pulls his head away and kisses down her stomach.

She knew what he was trying to do.

"Micha--ahh." Her legs gave out when he kissed her through her panties then pushed them aside to lick up her slit.

"Michael, I need to go." She moaned as he spread open her legs and pulled her closer.

The look he was giving her as he lowered his head let her know she wasn't going anywhere soon.

"Baby just let me taste you." He said but before he could she roughly clenched on to his curls and yanked his head up.

"No, I have to go." She said sternly.

He sucked his teeth then stood up."Denise I'm getting real sick of this fucking mysterious act of yours."

"What mysterious act?"

"I can't go to your place. I only get to see you on the weekends. And when I do see you on the weekdays, it's only after midnight. I get that you don't want the media to rob you of your privacy but fuck! What is it that you don't want me to know? What are you hiding from me?" He snapped. She never seen him so angry.

She crossed her arms."I'm not hiding anything from you, Michael. It's just my boss is very strict, and I can't afford to lose that job."

He grabs her hands."If your boss is giving you such a hard time Denise, quit baby. And move in with me."

Her brows furrow in disbelief at what he just said."What?"

He grins at the look on her face."You heard me, baby."

"Michael, I can't do that. I can't move in with you."

He brought her hands up to his lips."And why not?"

"It's too soon for that."

"I'm not asking you to marry me, Denise. I'm asking you to move in with me. Just think of it as me being your landlord. Except you get to pay me in kisses."

She looks down and giggles."You're cute."

"I know." He winks at her."So what do you say?"

"Can I think it over?"

"Of course. I wouldn't want to rush or force you into something you don't want."

"Okay." She stood on the tip of her toes and kissed his cheek."I'll see you later alright?"

He nodded and quietly watched her leave his bedroom.

He released a frustrated exhale then sat down on his bed.

During the whole ride back to the city, Denise couldn't stop thinking of Michael. As usual.

With being only ten minutes late, Denise makes it to the transformation studio and managed to sneak past Nova without her preying on her.

"Damn, Denise. Again?" Lois whispered to her, snapping her fingers to get the crews attention.

Denise mouthed an apology to her as everyone surrounded her to get her ready for her first client of the evening.

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