The salesperson spoke with a smile as she walked up to me with the dress in hand.
“It is a very pretty dress, but it’s a little too pricey for me.”
“You get what you pay for, miss. You wouldn’t be able to get something of such quality and design for a few hundred, would you? Besides, this dress suits you very well, and I’m sure your boyfriend will love it.”
The salesperson was very good with her words and had managed to persuade me successfully. Michael was the first person that came to mind when I heard her mention the word “boyfriend,” even though we weren’t actually a couple.
“All right, then. I’ll have this dress.”
I decided to buy the dress in the end, but I paid for it with my card even though Michael had given me a lot of money.
Michael wasn’t home yet when I returned to Birchwood, so I took a shower and changed into the newly bought dress.
I felt a little nervous, but I was also looking forward to see if he would notice anything different about me.
Having made dinner, I sat down by the dinner table and waited for Michael to come home. I waited for hours until all the food had gone cold, but he had yet to return, and I received no text nor call from him whatsoever.
I grabbed my phone and thought about calling him instead. However, when I recalled what he said about our relationship, I decided against it.
He’ll probably get the wrong idea if I call him to ask where he is…
Time continued to tick away, and my eyelids grew increasingly heavier as I waited for Michael on the couch.
I fell asleep on the couch at some point and woke up to the sound of the front door being opened much later.
I opened my eyes and looked toward the door, only to see Michael staggering into the house reeking of alcohol.
I could tell he had a lot to drink as he practically rested his entire body weight on me when I helped him to the bedroom.
While we were walking, I caught a faint whiff of perfume on him and began freaking out a little.
Michael doesn’t use any perfume, and this one smells like it’s for women! No, I shouldn’t let my imagination run too wild here… Michael may often be surrounded by women, but he never show any interest in them and always keeps his distance.
The scent of alcohol on him was so strong that I couldn’t help but frown and asked worriedly, “Why did you have so much to drink today?”
Having known him for such a long time, this was the first time I had seen him so drunk.
“It was a social event,” Michael mumbled in his drunken stupor before pulling me hard on the arm.
I fell on top of him, and my heart raced as I gazed deep into his eyes.
After taking a moment to regain my composure, I quickly climbed off him and said, “You’re too drunk, Michael. Take off your shirt and get some rest.”
Before I could even stand up straight, Michael grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into his arms once again.
He then gave me a deep and passionate kiss while holding the back of my head, his lips feeling a little warm from the intoxication.
It didn’t take long before he began removing my dress, and I quickly stopped him as he would probably tear it with how rough he was.
“I’ll take it off myself.”
Michael probably wasn’t expecting me to say that and simply stared at me with a faint smile on his face.
I could tell he was really tired, but he pinned me down and got on top of me before I could say anything about it.
Right as I thought Michael was going to ravage me, he stopped moving and simply lay on top of me in complete silence.
“Michael? Michael?” I called out to him when I noticed him breathing steadily.
I pushed him off when I heard no response from him, only to realize he had already fallen asleep.
That came as a surprise to me as Michael had always been quite the monster in bed, so I didn’t think he would fall asleep moments before having sex.
Even the great Michael Shaw gets tired, huh?
After changing into my nightgown, I was helping Michael get his shirt off when I noticed a faint lipstick stain on the collar.
I didn’t wear any lipstick today, so this is definitely from another woman! I know that Michael and I are simply f*ck buddies and that I have no right to stop him from being with other women, but… for some reason, this makes me feel really uncomfortable… Heh, how silly of me to think that I’m the only woman he sleeps with! I really have to stop overestimating myself. We’re just f*ck buddies in the end, so I mustn’t fall for him!
I broke into a wry smile at the thought of that and quickly tossed his shirt into the bathroom to get that lipstick stain out of my sight.
