Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 22: Blackmail

I pack the last of my things and check the time. I'm so tired. I didn't manage to sleep much after what happened last night. I really don't want to face Michael either... it's going to be pretty awkward. There's a knock on my door. I sigh and walk over to open it. Michael is standing there in a red shirt and black trousers, his hair tied up with curly strands falling down his face.

"You didn't OD last night then." I say giving him a look, folding my arms.

He smiles and sniffs, wiping his nose. I pull a face.

"You've taken more?"

"The last of what I had before we go to the airport."

I shake my head. He licks his lips and looks me up and down.

"You spoken to Marcus yet?"

"Maybe." I say trying to worry him.

He raises an eyebrow, and walks past me walking in to my room.

"What are you doing? We need to get going..." I lower my eyebrows.

He stands looking at his phone. He clicks on something and hands me it. I sigh and take it. My eyes widen when I see it's a video of me and him from last night. My jaw and my stomach drops.

He wipes his nose and smiles.

"Just so we're clear, if you say anything to Marcus, I'll be showing him the little performance you put on for me last night."

"You can't be serious?" I look at him in disbelief.

"I'm deadly serious." He looks me up and down. "You bad mouth me, or try to get me fired, Marcus will be sent this. Not only that, but I'll tell him about you strippin too." He takes his phone out of my hand.

"I'll just tell him you made me do it!"

Michael laughs.

"Doesn't look like I've made you do anything from that video. It's your word over this. Either you put up with me working in your business, or i cause a divorce, and you to lose your job. You'd have to work full time at that club instead, which wouldn't be so bad right?"

I glare at him. I don't believe this. He is blackmailing me!!

"I think you secretly enjoyed last night too." He grins and bites his lip.

I scoff.

"I only went along with it because I thought you were going to fucking shoot me! As if I'd enjoy it! With you too? Psh, you make me sick." I shake my head. "And if Marcus knew about this he would kill you!"

"You're not very good at lying." He tilts his head to the side. "And Marcus will never find out though, will he?"

I seal my lips together, gritting my teeth. He walks closer to me, standing in front of me.

"Will he Layla?"

"You can't do this to me Michael!"

"I can." He smiles, moving even closer to me.

I look up at him, keeping quiet. He moves his hand towards my face making me flinch. He gives me a look, tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear.

"I'll say it one more time. Marcus won't find out about any of this, and I'll keep quiet too, unless you bad mouth me. Ok?"

I hesitate and glare at him.

"Yes, ok." I look away, feeling angry and defeated.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page." He smiles.