CHAPTER 6 ~ HE CAN HAVE ANYONE HE WANTS

~ MICHAEL~

I watched her go and felt my heart aching, how did I manage to fuck that up. I hit the side of

the car door in frustration.

“Michael?” my guard Robert asks from the front seat as he opens the partition.

“Put someone on watch” I ordered him still with my eyes on where Cassandra walked away, Robert Nods, and went to make a call as he drove off towards my apartment.  I put the partition up in the car again and took out my phone. He dials my brother's number and he picks up on the third ring.

“Hey Mike, you okay?” Eren asks as he answers.

Eren is my older brother, he’s married with two daughters and I adore them. He is like my best friend, we are so close and I helped Eren start his record label, he’s now one of

the biggest in Britain.

“I stuffed up again,” I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Are we talking about Cassandra again?” Eren asked and I could hear his smirk.

Eren is two years older than me, making him 32, he’s in the public eye a lot but tends to keep quiet, he’s a family man and I’m usually the one that is surrounded by scandals, most of them untrue.

“Yes, I’ve stuffed up, she will never trust me again” I ran my hand on my face frustratingly.

“Well Michael, you did treat her like an object, suggesting she was a whore. I know that’s how you’re used to doing things but obviously, Cassandra means more to you” My brother said from the other side of the phone.

“I know Eren, I know I stuffed up. I want to make it right, she means so much to me” I said and I heard Eren sigh.

“Why Mike? What’s changed, you’ve gone from never wanting to be in a relationship, the thought of marriage and a family was too much for you to handle, you hate feelings, hate showing affection towards someone, especially in public. What’s gotten into you. You’ve literally known Cassandra a few weeks” Eren questioned.

“She makes me feel...I don’t know, she makes me feel, more than I’ve ever felt before. I can’t stop thinking about her and not just fucking her, I want to give her the world, see her smile, I want to make her mine. For good. She’s just.....everything...And you know when I last had this type of feeling...It's the same this time, like it’s the same person but still different” I whispered the last part.

Eren was silent, he has never heard me like this, it's the first time he heard me after like seven years that I’m talking about a girl, again.

“You need to make it right Mike, show her you’re being truthful, show her you care, show her

that you want her as your partner. Don’t give up, you need to show her you’re serious” Eren said after a long pause. And it was my turn to sigh because I know Eren is right and I need to come up with something to fix this. And fast before I would lose Cassandra for good.

~ CASSANDRA~

I raced upstairs and angrily shut the door, Cindy was on the couch watching TV.

“Okay, babe?” She asks worriedly.

I take my coat off and hang it by the door, I take my shoes off and sit next to Cindy.

“No,” I said, frustratedly.

“What’s happened?” Cindy asked as she turned the TV down.

“Ughhh, it’s Michael,” I said.

“Michael? He called you again?” Cindy wonders.

“No, he turned up at the bar tonight, took me home, kissed me, apologized but....ugh” I rambled. Cindy knows about the proposition and was just as upset about it as I. Cindy can tell I have feelings for Michael and just doesn’t want to see me get hurt.

“He apologized?” Cindy asked. “That doesn’t seem like something Michael would do, he’s a high-class businessman who’s used to getting what he wants, used to people apologizing to him, not the other way around.”

“Yeah, But I can't help thinking it’s just a way to get me into bed,” I said...

“Look Cassy, I know this is confusing, I know how much you like Michael, I can tell, it’s been eating at you, and yeah he was a fucking jerk for what he did to you but....maybe he really is sorry. Michael doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to go to this much trouble to get someone in the sack. He could have anyone, why would he keep trying unless he really was interested” Cindy pointed out.

I sighed, I’d like to believe Cindy, but won’t get my hopes up. I just don’t know how I can trust Michael.

I said goodnight to Cindy and gets ready for bed, I can’t sleep and just tosses and turns the

whole night. I was tired but can’t seem to relax and forget about Michael...

The next morning three dozen white roses show up at our door.

“I’m not giving up, I’m sorry,” It says on the card. I sigh but I can’t help the slight smile.

I got  a text message an hour later from an unknown number

“I hope you liked the roses little one,” it says and my stomach does a flip. How did Michael get my number? Although, I should really stop questioning how Michale does things.

“Thank you, Michael, they are beautiful,” I replied.

“So are you” This is what he sent.

Again I sighed at my phone, I was so confused. I didn’t reply, instead, I spent my day trying to

sleep, trying to forget my feelings. My body was showing signs of sickness and I need to focus on trying to stop myself from getting a cold. I had a big week and was hoping my body wouldn’t punish me for it.

It was that night that I got a call from Michael’s number, I contemplate rejecting it but I can’t

deny I want to hear Michael’s voice.

“Hello,” I answered.

“I'm picking you up in 20 minutes, Dress warm” Michael’s voice dictates.

“Michael” I started.

“Not a smart idea to argue sweetheart, see you in twenty minutes,” He said and hung up.